The Imperial Downfall~CIS Dominion of Kamino

[Adron Malvern]

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Following the fall of the Galactic Empire, several remnant factions began warring over control for the former Imperial space. The civil war has been raging on for months with no end to the violence in sight. Recently a former member of the Imperial Moff council, a powerful and influential warlord named Adonis Trench, has declared himself the Supreme Commander of the shattered Empire.

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With deadly force, Supreme Commander Trench took control of Kamino, giving him access to some of the Empire’s most terrifying weapons. Trench intends to release a terrifying bioweapon, the red shadow virus, on all those who would oppose his rule.

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Rather than oppose him, many of the Imperial factions have rallied to his banner, sending their ships and support to Kamino as a sign of Imperial might. With the Red Shadow Virus being set to mass produce, there is little time for Trench’s rule to be challenged. Now the only forces capable of halting a second coming of Imperial tyranny are those of The Confederacy of Independent Systems.

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For this operation to be completed, Trench and all of his commanding officers must be detained or destroyed. It is time to destroy the remnants of the Empire in one fell swoop.

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Objective I: Destroy the Imperial Armada {Naval Assault}
As a sign of his power, Trench has commanded all of his best ships and military vessels to Kamino. Nothing short of a full Confederate fleet will be able to contend with this force. Admiral Catherine Yahla is a masterful tactician and cunning Naval Commander, as the Commander of the Imperial Armada she must be neutralized. However, there are over one hundred Imperial ships protecting her, destroy them.

Objective II: The Red Shadow Virus {Infiltration and Collection}
Timira city was once a major hub for manufacturing cloned soldiers. In the late days of the Empire it was reconstructed into a bio-weapons research facility. Reports detail that the Red Shadow Virus is being produced at this location. During the invasion, an infiltration team will assault Timira and find all data on the bioweapon to be studied by the Minister of Science. A garrison of Stormtroopers protects this data, most of which are a part of the Empire’s elite Novatrooper corp. Another of Trench’s officers has been placed to oversee the weapon’s manufacturing. Marshal Nolan Vette is a decorate war hero of the Empire, and extremely dangerous in ground combat, do not underestimate the Imperial. HAZMAT and BIO-rebreathers are recommended.

Objective III: The Warlord Falls, The Empire Shatters {Ground Assault}
For too long the remnants of the Empire have been destroying countless lives to settle their petty civil war. With the destruction of the Imperial Fleet and the death of their lead officers, there will be nothing for the Imperials to reclaim. For this operation to be a total success, Supreme Commander Trench must be killed. On Tipoca City, the warlord has surrounded himself by the most elite soldiers the Empire has to offer. This battle will not be easy, you must fight through Tipoca city and rip Trench from the Imperial throne.

Objective IV: BYOO
The Empire hid many secrets on the world of Kamino. Starship designs, ancient Imperial technology, and even schematics to some of the most devastating weapons the galaxy has ever seen. Search the world thoroughly and report anything of value to The Confederacy.

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[Adron Malvern]

In the heart of what was once the capital of the Galactic Empire, Supreme Commander trench sat upon the Imperial throne with an all too satisfied sneer. For months he had planned to take Kamino as his own, laying claim to both the advanced technology of the Kaminoans as well as the Imperial crown. Now trench stood unopposed by any who still called themselves Imperial. Once the Imperial throne room had been a shining example of power, might, and respect. Now it was an almost barren room, reflecting the downtrodden times the shattered government had come under.

Trench barely listened as his staff bickered amongst themselves, for the Commander had gone mad with but an iota of power and felt himself above the day to day that the dregs sought to pull him in to.

"Our first and primary focus should be the full rearmament of the Imperial Armada. If we do not amass a fleet powerful enough to protect us we will lose what few borders we still have!" Grand Admiral Yahla declared. The seemingly aged redhead held her hands poised just above her hips as she looked to the others with an almost disgusted expression. "Or maybe you would have us spend our money on more tanks, Vette?" She challenged the raven-haired man who stood across from her.

"We need to reclaim the planets we lost after the Grand Moff's disappearance. Most of those worlds would only need a small garrison to keep them in line, then we can buy your precious ships." He was the more calm of the two, his response came more from experience than it did pride. Marshall Vette turned back to Trench, a slight pause was given when he noticed the man seemed to have been regarding his officers like an adult would bickering children.

"Are you done?" Trench's voice was commanding yet it had all the sting of frostbite.

"I am sorry my lord." Admiral Yahla bowed her head respectfully, yet there was no hiding the frustration in her tone.

"You're all wrong." Trench declared, balling his hand into a tight fist, so much so that his off-grey gloves gave off the slightest sound. "We are not going to rule with a fleet or with some occupation. Did that stop us from losing our territory in the first place?" He asked, yet none dared answer the man.

"We will rule this new Empire the same way our predecessors did so many years ago. With fear." Trench's words brought a small smirk to his lips as his own self-pride fueled him further. "We have access to the Red Shadow Virus and an entire fleet. We are going to use them. Admiral, you are going to prep your ships to host the Red Shadow Virus and prepare it for deployment, Marshall you will oversee the mass production of the weapon itself." He ordered, finally rising from his place on the imperial throne.

"There will be no mercy, there will be no failure, in my new Empire there will be no weakness....Now go!" His voice boomed as the officer's acknowledged him with a respectful yet haste bow before making their way out of the throne room.


OOC:
Objective I: In space Admiral Yahla has taken direct command of the Imperial Fleet. In a defensive blockade over Kamino there are nearly fifty Imperial Star Destroyers and accompanying escorts. For this to be successful Yahla must die.

Objective II: Marshall Vette is preparing the Red Shadow Virus for deployment on civilian worlds, He is protected by a garrison of Imperial Stormtroopers and Novatroopers, stop him before it is too late!

Objective III: Trench is well rooted in the imperial palace and guarded by the finest warriors in the Imperial Army, rip him from his throne.

Objective IV: Have a cold one on me!

 

[Kyle Naktis]

Post
1

LOCATION
Tipoca City, Kamino

Allies
CIS, Self

Kyle Naktis stared out the view port of his ship as he entered Kamino. As he flew lower and went through the clouds he watched rain pelt his view port and the ship. The sound of rain was wonderful, calming. He watched the dark stormy cloud covered sky light up from lightning. Kyle adjusted his ships speed as he came down lower. He knew the mission, Supreme Commander Trench must be killed, nothing would stop him. Kyle closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the force. Once his mind was clear and he was certain he focused himself he headed straight for Tipoca City. Kyle thought about the mission before him. He was an Obsidian Knight, he had this, question was, would he be alone? Kyle shrugged the thought off and looked down at the crashing waves of the planet. Kyle then noticed Tipoca City coming into view. His eyes grew alerted as he saw hundreds of imperial forces in the city. Kyle brought his ship down to a vacant landing pad. Once landed Kyle shut off the engines just as his scanners went off. KRIFF, imperial troops approaching the ship Kyle noticed as he watched the radar screen. Kyle jumped out of the cockpit and went into his ships armory and grabbed 3 smoke grenades. Kyle went to the entrance ramp of his ship, he could sence the troops right on the other side of the hatch. Kyle readied the grenades and pressed the button to open the hatch and lower the ramp.


The ramp lowered and Kyle pulled the pins on the three grenades and tossed them out. The troopers standing in total, rain pelting their armor waiting for the ramp to lower and the hatch to open. Suddenly the troops were faced with a wall of smoke. The troops then heard two lightsabers ignite and then noticed a red and purple lightsaber through the smoke. The troopers opened fire. The two glowing blades blocking every shot. Kyle leaped out of his ship swooping low swinging his sabers around to the right cutting down two troopers then standing up making each blade go to another trooper cutting his head off. Kyle felt his robes and armor getting drenched. Water dripping off his Hood that hid half his face only showing his scruffy blonde beard. Kyle turned and threw his arm out blasting a trooper with a force push throwing the trooper into the air giving the windhelm scream as he flew off the platform to his death into the depths of the ocean below.

Kyle then turned off his sabers putting them back on his belt. Kyle turned to the last trooper shooting at him miraculously missing Kyle. Kyle started running at the trooper noticing shipping crates as he ran. Kyle dodged the laser blast as he ran then leaped onto the crates and then leaped off them into the air for an aerial attack. As Kyle soared through the air, gleaming hidden phrik blades popped out of his gauntlets under his wrist, Kyle came down on the troop putting both hidden blades into the troopers throat killing him. Kyle stood up and retracted his hidden wrist blades. Kyle looked around at the dead troopers and then looked back to the city. They were easy, but fighting the rest alone won't be easy. I hope I get aid. Kyle ran towards the city staying low and quiet. Kyle hid behind some crates and peeked around them looking at the battalion of troops, hundreds of imperial troops. Kyle was amazed at the forces set up to protect this supreme commander, Jesus kriff. Kyle sat there quietly watching them as he tried to think of a plan.

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[Ursula Vizla]

Objective: IV.
Allies: CIS.
Location: Su Des.

As she gave her order, the Terrornauts and her mandalorian clan members went on to help take Tipoca City. Leaving Bhia in charge of their brave assault against Trenchs forces, Ursula chose another path to take. Riding with two companions on their basilisk war droids, Ursula rode through the oceans of Kamino calling as little attention as she could.

One of her intel was sending her for Su Des, a cloning facility that the old Kaminoans used and Trench had little care for it. As Vizla landed with both basilisk droids in the plataform, she noticed that the lights inside the buildings were still lighten.
“Stay close. And kill everything that tries to leave.”, she growled to the basilisk droids. Those were mandalorian beasts that lasted through generations, armed with Shockwave generators, flamethrowers, two laser cannons, four pulse wave cannons, shatter missile launchers and a lot of thermal detonators.

As the droids growled at them with their deep and husky voice, they took off, flying back into the air. Ursula turned her back to the ocean, walking with disruptor in hand, shoulder slugthrower load and her girls with the baragwin disruptors, inside the facility. Time to get rich and kill some bad guys.
"Know the drill, girls. Shoot, kill, take."

The two mandalorian woman, one dressed in orange and the other one in yellow nodded to comply. As they walked through the entrance, the whole place sounded desert, but she knew best.
"I have a bad feeling about this."

 

[Daxton Bane]

All it took was a rumor about a bioweapon of unknown power and Daxton was more than happy to join the invading forces. The Sith Lord would more than welcome more information to fuel his own research as well as gain access to the cloning technology of the Kaminos. True he had a cloning facility of a sort but he was always looking for ways to improve on his aresenal, what better way than to seize the technology for himself.

He wasn’t worried about exposure, after all his armor was a fully enclosed environmental suit on its own and should it be breached he had multiple layers of protection, both arcane and biochemical that should stave off the worst effects. Sitting quietly in his chair he waited for the ship to breach the atmosphere to signal the start of their assault.

 

[Azmodan]

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The Galactic Empire was once thought to be unstoppable, impervious, unending. But, like all viruses, there will always be a cure. The Confederacy would be that cure. The last nail in the coffin holding the Galactic Empire. The final judgement for their sins.

The Grand Phalanx exited hyperspace on the far side of the planet, hidden from view from the Imperial Armada, but clearly seen by the Imperial sensors. It was hard for the ship to hide it's signature due to it's size, but it would already too late. The Confederacy would already be engaged with the Empire, leaving the Grand Phalanx free to do it's job. From Kamino's atmosphere, Confederate dropships began to pour from the massive hangar of the Phalanx and descend. Once they reached a reasonable altitude, the dropships raced towards Tipoca City, where the ground war was commencing.

General Azmodan lead several companies of his forces into the battle. It was going to be a glorious one. One to remember for many years to come.

 

[Lirka Ka]

War. This was a new experience.

That was what Lirka thought as she moved her way down through the war-torn orbit of Kamino. Flashing sears of Turbolaser fire blasting away between two fleets more than capable of scrubbing entire systems of life a dozen times over. It was a hell of an introduction, and Lirka enjoyed the adrenaline high that rushed through her armored form. A buckling "orbital turbulence", the best thing she could call it as the shuttle was forced to move away from being destroyed in the remaining blast of a destroyed warship. She saw the organized chaos within the lander from a haze of green from the HUD of her helmet.

This was great.

But she cursed herself for adoring the violence so much, she'd been making an attempt to take her life somewhere else...but then again. Nothing to truly say that becoming a solder in the Confederacy was a godd enough pull away from being Underworld trash for the next few centuries. Trash she hadn't really used that word to describe herself before, she was far from prideful but far from a self pitying mess. Well...not totally. Lirka could've laughed right now, she was off thinking about her place in the Galaxy while she went down to go and commit murder on whatever massive scale the Imperials would feel or she would die while doing it. 127 was too young for her. Death wasn't claiming her anytime soon.

She could feel the rain pattering down against her armor plate as she walked her way through one of the many walk ways of one of the Kaminoian cities. A snarl hidden beneath her helmet as her blood stained Klaive was let to drag across the ground as she let herself witness war. True, bloody war. The Dark Side within her adore the raw violence, already she had left a small and gory mess when she encountered her first batch of Imperials. One of the few times she had actually met a group of Imperials of any form, well. Sadly they didn't count as people much anymore.

This was Lirka's rage made manifest. Something the CIS had never truly seen on such a bloody scale to other sentient life. No mercy. No respite. She had shown a raw and commanding nature that had quickly spread over to the Droids that had fallen under her command after the proper commander suffered an...unfortunate...accident with an Imperial blaster rifle. A shame, barely. Lirka enjoyed the feeling of control, it was another high to blend with the adrenaline. A totally new and fresh experience to tether her onto the CIS. Trade one life for the loyalty of another. A proper trade.

"Forward!"

She let herself stall forward as B2s marched on forward to take the fire from the Imperial troopers. Lirka's snarl soon turned to a smile as she easily heaved her two meter blade up into it's proper two handed position. She was a pseudo commander now, it was wonderful. This military thing could actually work out...

...her train of thought was rudely interrupted as a stray bolt blasted her in the breastplate. She staggered and nothing more, looking down to the small wound in her armor and that smile was quick to rapidly disappear and turn into a bloodthirsty frown. Well, the droids were taking the brunt of it. A waste in truth, but Lirka was far from a true Commander, she was just a blood thirsty woman on the hunt for raw murder and slaughter.

And she went to do just that. The Dark Side ran through her veins as she breathed out and began to run, the force pushing her beyond what should've been possible for a normal person. She was half a blur now, another quick burst of speed to launch herself up enough and place her foot down onto the top of a B2 and launch herself from the droid right into the fray of combat.

This was her calling. It was faceless, empty, and bloody. Just how it should be.

 

[Kyle Raymus]

"Ready weapons, prepare for infiltration. Silencers on, minimize noise. We are here to gather data on the Empire's new bio weapon. Be careful, don't blow the place up. Bio-rebreathers on, let's go."

Commander Raymus addressed his twelve companions as they were about to drop onto the research and production facility. 4 of them were Frostbite Elite Guards. Raymus' personal elite warriors. They were specially trained to fight together, each unit lived together since they were 3 years old. The other eight were Eternal Empire Special Forces. Highly trained, though Kyle wasn't familiar with their methods. This could cause a problem.

Thirteen men jumped from a dropship, their presence masked by the huge amount of forces dropping into the area. They jumped early and used their jetpacks to fly themselves onto the roof of the Imperial compound. They took position. Everything was about to be set in motion.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Timira City, Kamino, Kamino System, Wild Space​

Interacting With: [member="Srina Talon"]​

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For once, Aryn was not joining the Confederate assault solely due to his obligations as an ally, or due to the request of the Echani Exarch. Srina had known that Aryn was weary of war, still worn down in the wake of the Sith onslaught through the Galactic Core, it had been why she had not asked for him to join her when the Confederates had gone to battle again and again to liberate or conquer. This time however, when Srina had told him she was leaving his home to join the Confederates again as they marched on Kamino, and what was left of the Empire there, he asked her to let him come with her. He had fallen into line with Srina and the Confederates as missions were assigned, simply choosing to take whatever assignment she figured was best - he was not here for a specific mission, he had been completely straightforward with Srina when he told her that he was not there for the Confederacy.

Aryn Teth had come to Kamino for himself. He wasn't sure that it was for revenge, though that certainly could have been a motivation - the Empire had assaulted his homeworld during the Great Galactic War, they had bombarded his world, destroyed his childhood home, and murdered his parents. It was partially due to the Galactic Empire that Eriadu was in a state of chaos, that its new leader spread rumours of Aryn being a traitor to the Alliance, to his own people.

Even longer ago, the Empire had captured Aryn, tortured and interrogated him for information. Under the hands of Imperial interrogation droids and inquisitors, Aryn had secrets plied from his mind, friends hunted down and killed on information he had been forced to reveal. Under the efforts of the Inquisitors, he had been pushed, hounded and harassed as they sought to urge him towards the dark side of the force, to use him to their own gains. It was due to their efforts that Aryn had learned of his connection to the force, and subsequently severed in such a catastrophic effort that it had created the wound which lay within him, that flowed around him and threatened to drown the galaxy around him in death.

The Galactic Empire was not only responsible for the greatest pains in Aryn's recent history, it was responsible for every decision, every turn that his life had taken since leaving Eriadu. Inadvertently, it was as a result of his capture at the Empire's hand that he had become a Jedi, that he had joined the Alliance and risen through its ranks to eventually become its Supreme Commander prior to its downfall. Every part of his life had been driven by the Empire, by his conflict and his struggle against it. Now, as the last of its remnants that had not split off to join the First Order began to fall before the Confederacy, would he feel vindicated? Would he feel the victor?

Or, had he perhaps just come here to let that part of him die? To fight one last battle against his old enemy, to the death?

Aryn felt the soft hand of [member="Srina Talon"] as it gently grasped his own, he felt her squeeze, and as he turned his gaze over to her, he figured she had probably said something he missed, most certainly something about him spacing out, as he often did. Sitting beside her in the back of the dropship they had taken down towards Timira city, he chose not to give her one of his fake smiles that he knew she despised so, partially because she would not see it behind the helmet he wore, having actually chosen to sport a set of armour for once, at her request. Instead, he simply turned his hand over in hers to grip it properly, gently squeezing her own hand in a reassuring manner.

The ship had managed to get through the atmosphere without too great of a struggle, the ongoing fleet battle made things rocky, but the Confederate fleet was more than capable of safeguarding its transports as they went down to the surface. The greater threat came from the ground forces themselves, and whatever anti-air capabilities were spread around the city. It had been Aryn's desire to join the first wave, and while their transport was one of many, it was not the luckiest. Only a short while after the rains had begun to clatter against the hull once it entered the atmosphere, Aryn saw the wall behind a number of droids vanish as the mechanical soldiers were ripped out into the sky above the ocean, the direct blast from a ground-based turbolaser sending the engines into a scream as the pilots struggled to maintain control and bring the ship down towards the landing pad.

Like the other sentient passengers, Aryn was tightly strapped in, and so the concern of falling out was limited. Keeping his grip on Srina's hand, he closed his eyes, focusing on the force within him, what little part of it he still held a connection to, as he calmed himself.

His grip slipped from hers when the shuttle hit. With a jolt, his restraints - damaged from the initial blast, came loose. As the ship skidded along the landing platform, it finally came to a halt near the edge, but with enough force, and a sharp jerk, Aryn was thrust out the hole which had been created by the turbolaser blast. He hit the sloped side of the platform hard, and reached up to try and find a hold, but the rain-slick metal gave him no quarter, and in mere moments he was flung off into open air, flying down towards the roiling ocean. Aryn hit hard, and under the weight of his armour began to sink into the cold deep.

He closed his eyes, feeling as the icy cold gradually began to seep into his armour.

Had he come here to die?

 

[Xenro]

"You have your orders," the Minister of Science himself spoke as the HAZMAT team moved across the rain-blasted platform. "There is no telling if the facility has retained functionality after becoming defunct, so tread lightly. If you are infected, well..."

Xenro folded his arms across his chest and smiled expectantly. "...I suppose having another specimen would hardly do my research harm. Nonetheless, the directive is to avoid contamination as possible, so adhere to it strictly."

Uneasy glances exchanged between the men as the Special Operatives of the Ministry of Science steeled themselves for whatever the might find in the depths. Just the thought of the virus and what they were briefed on made the lesser men cringe. One of the strains developed from the original, omni-infective Blue Shadow Virus, the survival rate in individuals exposed to it was less than 1%.

Xenro was pleased to hear that the Imperials had continued the research, and even played with the genetic substructure. It would save him valuable time if they decided to reproduce and weaponize the virus. All of that hinged on their success today, and a smooth transition of Kamino under the umbrella of the Confederacy.

He could already sense panic in the bowels of the facility, and he wanted to ensure that they did not decide to purge and deny assets to the CIS.

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[SC-A1]

The hum of inertia dampeners hummed as the droids silently did prep work, and diagnoses of the ship, the only noises made on the bridge was the clicking of feet, and wiring of servos as the the room full of B1 droids toiled away at their tasks. Sitting in the captains chair was the lone Major, freshly rebuilt after the seizing of Felecath. Its body was a bright silver steel, since it had yet to be re-painted to its blue rank markings. It tested its new arms and legs and moved its head to check its optical sensors, most of its body and programming had been rebuilt, as it was a miracle that the droid survived its crash landing on the other Planet. It sat there watching as a large fleet started to amass. Another invasion, another fight to bring more planets into the fold. It was what all droids were built for, and it was something that needed to be done. Orders were being transferred in and distributed. Soon the fleet would launch and the fight for Kamino would begin, as the numbers being gathered haven't been seen in a very long time.

 

[Daxton Bane]

“Ask me again.” The words slipped from his lips, half a demand, half a plea, but there was no one left standing to comply save for the Sith Lord who slowly rose from he croutched after deliverying the fatal blow. The smell of fresh ion would be in the air as the three blades sparked and hissed where they intersected, like hungry serpents seeking out more prey. All around him bodies and parts of bodies lay scattered in what appeared to be wanton chaos. Some of them bore wounds still smoking from the cauterizing touch of his three blades, others bent and broken, crushed, on angles not possible in nature.

Glancing around himself, he saw no one was left to answer his question. More the pity, wait he could sense movement just on the edge of perception. Someone or something was there. Good, he thought to himself, I have a few questions I would like to ask.....

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Kamino [Timira City - Research Facility Landing Platform]​

Wearing: Envirosuit [Oracle]​

Tag: [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Xenro"]​

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The Dread Queen was silent throughout the majority of the trip to Kamino. There was something about traveling toward former Imperial space that always added an additional somber layer to the diminutives Exarch. She couldn’t exactly say why, for certain, but she supposed it had something to do with being forced to face her own mortality during the invasion of Tatooine. The memory was in such stark contrast to the quietness that she had observed on Naboo that it felt like a shock to the system. It reminded her of her duty, of expectations, and that the wheel of war would never stop turning.

Several ships had already descended upon the watery city of Timira ahead of them. [member="Daxton Bane"] had been rumored to be one of the first teams to land, followed by the Commander [member="Kyle Raymus"], and even the Minister of Science [member="Xenro"]. She was glad to have his expertise along this time since her last experience with a biological disaster had been less than pleasant. With the nature of this objective in mind and the dangers, she was wearing a fully sealed armored envirosuit. Her Master would have it no other way. He hated when she went into hot zones without him—and would hate it twice as much if he heard she went into Kamino without proper equipment.

At the very least, the suit was tough as hell, built for mobility, and designed to keep organic soldiers alive in locations where it should not be possible. Protection was only half the battle. Each unit had full life support systems, state-of-the-art comms, and even a slot in the upper torso for several rice paper covered fruit and cereal bars that could be pulled up by the teeth. The Science Division had even thoughtfully included in-suit drinking bags. Oxygen reserves were bountiful and the vacuum seal was pristine. The utility belt had space for weapons of all types, but also held medical supplies, and patch kits.

It was nice. Useful. Srina still loathed it. It lessened her combat effectiveness far too much. The voice of her personal AI chiming in her ear was a small comfort, however, it was the hand in her own that kept her focused. [member="Aryn Teth"] was an unexpected, however welcome, surprise. After the extremely formal acquisition of Naboo, and his distance therein, she would have thought he planned to avoid Confederate ventures for a while. He didn’t seem to want to be there.

Yet…For Kamino? He’d volunteered. It was dangerous and he had all but insisted.

By the time Oracle began to spam warnings, in a girlish high-Coruscanti tone, about the dropship taking damage it was already too late. A cascade of failures began throughout the transport and all they could do was pray that the crash webbing held firm. While Aryn used the Force to calm himself Srina turned her abilities outward to try and stabilize the ship. It kept it from completely falling apart as the pilots tried to land crash as safely as possible on one of the raised platforms—but her focus was broken when the former Supreme Commander’s hand was torn away.

Her eyes snapped open in time to see him ejected from his seat and through the damaged hull. “Aryn!”, his name escaped her in an outburst, tone mottled, from the filters in her envirosuit. There were other Knights with them, as well as battalions of droids, and everything about their team had suddenly exploded into chaos. Her logical mind burned and it felt like someone had placed a heavy weight on her chest.

<<Exarch Talon—Srina—>>, Oracle corrected herself, as if remembering, that her white-haired owner had told to speak to her without honorifics. <<You do not have the best of luck when it comes to crash landings. A simple scan shows that there are multiple hairline fractures along your sternum from the impact. Please remain seated until a full diagnostic is completed. Your suit is still sealed.>>

The young Echani was already ignoring the AI, hastily ripping off her crash webbing, while orders to the rest of the soldiers, droids, and crew spilled from her lips. “Form a perimeter and secure the site. Make sure that communications are clear and triage any wounded. If your suit has been compromised you may not enter the research facility.”

<<Srina. I must insist that you hold still.>>

“Find Aryn Teth.”, Srina responded, tone cold, and nigh cruel. Oracle began scanning.

She moved over broken pieces of shrapnel, ignoring the dull ache in her chest, and went straight through the convenient hole the turbolasers had made. They were extremely close to the edge of the platform. “Chit.”, she uttered under her breath, a reflex, most definitely born of her connection to [member="Darth Metus"]. A chill swept through her. Again, something that didn’t belong to her.

She knew it before Oracle gave her report. She could feel it with a ghostly certainty. He was in the water. His armor was pulling him down.

No. No—No!

After everything that they’d managed to survive this would not be the way he died. This would not be how the universe took him. Srina would not allow it. The ring beneath her gloved hand gave an invisible shudder and silver eyes bloomed to a burnished molten gold. To anyone near enough, it would feel as if Darth Metus had suddenly descended in a fury. Srina took the power that he had gifted her and threaded it through her own. She couldn’t brave this storm on her ability alone. The waves were too strong, winds too harsh, oceans too wide…

She got as close to the edge as she dared and her right hand slowly curled into a fist as the water began to churn. The Sith Apprentice reached beneath the waves with the Force until she could feel the basic outline of the armored man in her mind’s eye. The water above him pooled away, forming a vortex that went straight down, until it felt like she was burrowing a hole in this world. So long as his armor hadn’t broken under the strain, it was sealed, and he should have air… Still. She didn’t want to take any chances. He felt entirely too calm through their bond and it was unnerving.

Was he accepting death? Or had he simply grown complacent with the notion that she would always save him? For both thoughts, she felt a surge of pure anger.

<<Vitals are holding.>>

Her arm rose as she telekinetically raised him from what would have been a lonely grave. He was heavy, but once found, combined with the surge of strength from her Master—his weight was nothing. She stepped back and returned him to the platform, to her, and immediately brought his helmeted head toward her own. She didn’t dare let go. “Speak to me. Right now—Right now Aryn Teth or I swear I will never forgive you.”

He would have seconds to respond before she began standard emergency procedures. Seconds, before she ripped his helmet off, and effectively made him cargo for the rest of this mission.

 

[Xenro]

Truly a touching display of emotion, most would have felt as the Exarch reached out with her voice and will toward the unfortunate [member="Aryn Teth"] . [member="Srina Talon"] held weight near equal to that of [member="Darth Metus"] in the Confederacy government, and yet in the ways of the dark side, she seemed as an infant throwing a tantrum before the Necromancer's eyes. His lips turned downward into a pronounced frown as she deigned to intervene in the natural order and steal a man from the clutches of Death.

"Let us not forget the mission, Exarch," he intoned in the softest of voices from his place behind her. Throttled by rain, it carried to her ears on the wings of the Force and nothing more. "One man's life cannot be allowed to jeopardize our purpose here."

His words were without threat or malice, and yet there was impatience carefully, thinly veiled. He knew there was a high probability that she would not respond amicably to his assertion.

For Xenro, the path of the Sith was absolute. The necessity of sacrifice, of parting with things in pursuit of greater things was nothing short of a virtue. To preserve life was the erroneous and wayward task of a Jedi Knight. Yet here, this woman commanded power to do just that.

Was Metus the sort of creature who would condone this... display?

His green gaze shifted away, back toward the platform-city that was their destination. "I will oversee the operations until you are ready to join us," he said. He did not have to look at the man to see the Force wreathed around him, shimmering and shifting the way it often did around those at Death's door. He was not quite on the other side.

Xenro began the slow trek toward his prize.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Timira City, Kamino, Kamino System, Wild Space​

Interacting With: [member="Srina Talon"]​

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Aryn felt the hollow, wet cold as it surrounded him. His eyes opened, he could see the light fading, disappearing as the weight of his armour slowly began to pull him further below. He knew that he had to move, that he could have, but he didn't. Aryn didn't know why, there was something strange, almost comforting about the dark embrace of the ocean, it enchanted him, made him freeze. Aryn could still feel his body, the armour was vacuum-sealed, it made sure that he wouldn't freeze to death, but he couldn't move an inch.

Even when he felt himself begin to move, it wasn't of his own volition. For only a few short moments, all agency had left him as an invisible hand began to lift him up. The light began to refill his eyes, and he felt as that cold faded somewhat when he broke the water once more, heading back up this time. When he reached the platform, his legs were still not his own, and his feet found no purchase as he dropped to his knees, held aloft only by the feeling of his helmet against Srina's own when she held him. He heard her words, and at first he had no response, only barely able to focus as agency began to return to him.

He could feel in her body the pain, the injuries she had ignored in order to get to him, to help him. Reaching up, his hand was slow as it curled around her, resting softly upon the small of her back as he focused on himself, on the force that he had kept quiet within him since the fall of the Alliance. He barely called on it, now only utilizing the power he had once so readily utilized when it was absolutely necessary. Though he could feel the darkness roiling within her, bursting forth from the ring she wore, he felt the warmth grow in his hand as it began to glow with a golden light, a radiance which flowed from his hand into her, healing the wounds she had ignored at his expense.

After a few moments, the visor of his helmet polarized, displaying his face finally behind the mask, tired, but recovering, as his eyes settled upon hers. "You're hurt."

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 4 - researching through the archives of one of the safe facilities
Location: Walking from landing pad to the facility while dramatically inner monologue'ing.
Wearing: Standard KO armor
Wielding: Standard Vibrosword
Tags: n/a
Post: 1

It had been several weeks since Alwine had been liberated from the clutches of Stewjon, a planet she had never called home, but had been the only planet she had ever been on nonetheless until that point. The little wolf had done preciously little in the time since, choosing to mostly either cling to one of her brothers or hunt for prey once her leg had healed a sufficient amount for her to be able to shift without breaking it anew.

Before Gerwald had abandoned them, Alwine had plenty of time to fantasize about what life would be like once the Lechner siblings were gone from Stewjon. Those thoughts and dreams had always been precious to her, had helped her keep her sanity and wits about her when she'd been forced to scrub the toilets of those born higher than her station and while her brothers were off to learn how to fight. But she should have been with them. She should always have been with them. But the separation of genders in the cultural society of Stewjon had not permitted that, and after a certain age, her time with her brothers had become stolen time, much of it had been spent in secret and in hiding as they wore their wolf shapes.

Yet these weeks now, after she and Varick had at last been freed, had not been the joyous weeks she had always thought she would have. Tensions were high amongst the siblings, and had she been a different woman, she might have left at least one brother to the ridiculous fate he had chosen with a woman who did not deserve any part of him. But the Lechner siblings were united again, and that to Alwine, was more important than all. It was why she had chosen the Knights Obsidian, why she had joined the Confederacy at all. She cared nothing for its goals or aims. She had tasted their failure to do more than announce then their presence in return for taxes upon her very flesh. No. The Confederacy could collapse and she would not bat an eyelash, as long as she was still united with both of her brothers. And to that end, Alwine would fight. Alwine would fight until there was no breath left in her. She would fight through these hard weeks that had passed and all of those that had yet to pass before her relationship and her closeness with Gerwald was restored. And Varick... She and Varick, would have to learn how to live again. How to live without the oppression of their home world bringing them closer in the dark, whispering of things that would have them hanged if any outside of the siblings were to hear them. Learn how to live again, but this time in the open, absent the need to hide in order to survive.

But both of her brothers also had their own lives to attend to. That had always been how it was. They would run off with their tails wagging while she was told to remain behind. Know your place, woman, was what her mother had told her. But her mother was dead. Alwine had ripped her neck out with her very jaw as her brothers aided her.

And while her brothers attended to their new lives, so would she.

She had not planned on joining any of the Confederacy's world claiming, but when she heard that Kamino was to be the next one... Well, at first she cared not. It was only when she'd overheard a conversation between two other Obsidians about what was to be found on the planet, that her interest had been peaked. And suddenly, Alwine had a goal in mind, one that would help her rebuild her own life, the part of it that was hers while she was away from her own brothers, and not only when they were away from hers.

Yet she could not deny that she wished at least one of them was with her now.

Kamino was a planet where clones were made. There was so much information about cloning that it had made her mind spin. Her education had been lacking. Her reading was slow. Having droids read information to her was equally infuriating because she lacked much of the background to understand all the science. Alwine had made a note in the back of her mind to search for a school of sorts, or an academy. A place where someone with a past such as hers could cover the gaps left in her upbringing.

But she understood what cloning meant, and from there she understood that the key to the Lupines was in their genes. She was still not entirely certain about what exactly genes were beyond the surface level and how they operated, but she understood that this was important for the Lupines. She wanted... She did not exactly what she wanted. To clone herself and her siblings? No, that would be preposterous. But cloning had existed for so long. Perhaps, if she could find something in the archives, she could find some ancient mention of a Lupine having visited there... Perhaps that would be a key to finding more of them.

Because Alwine did not believe her mother, and she did not believe the blonde to whom her brother played a lapdog to. She had seen how men spread their seed around even while swearing to fidelity and she knew that any child of Lupine and another would result in another Lupine. And that was why she knew, without an ounce of doubt, that there were more. And if she could not find anything on this planet, perhaps she would find elsewhere. But one thing was certain.

One way or another, she just had to find them.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Except there were none to be found, and Alwine would have to accept the Lechners and Van-Dervelds were all that remained of their species. Granted if she knew that and believed it what would she do, that’s why Gerwald was following her. She didn’t know he was there, but after he had abandoned her once, he was not letting her run off to Kamino unattended. Eventually she would smell him, but for now he kept his distance just watching and observing her.

What was she looking for? Why had she come? Gerwald would figure it out, and let her have some freedom as she explored.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post 1

 

[Kyle Naktis]

Post
2

LOCATION
Tipoca City, Kamino

Allies
CIS, Self

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As Kyle stood there hiding he heard a sound humming. Kyle got curious and turned to look up. Several CIS ships were coming to Tipoca city, several drop ships were already landing dropping off battle droids. The sight took your breath away, it was extraordinary. One battle Droid walked up to Kyle and saluted him. General Naktis, we follow your orders. Kyle nodded thinking this was perfect, a full on assault, this was it. Kyle spoke in a small deep voice just above a whisper. Prepare your troops, we are doing a full on assault.. Rodger, Rodger the Droid replied then turned to the hundreds upon hundreds of droids that have masssed on the landing pad and walkway. Kyle stood up and turned to see another platform where tanks were being dropped off. Kyle grabbed his lightsabers and jumped onto the crates activating his lightsabers. Kyle raised the red one pointing at the imperials. The rain pelting down on him water droplets dripping from his Hood, the wind blowing the tails of his robes. The imperials noticed Kyle and begin firing. Kyle started blocking as the battle droids charged forward blasting the imperials. The CIS tanks blasted the Imperial walkers and tanks destroying them instantly. The tanks then proceeded to move forward as the battle ensued.

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Kyle leaped off the crates and quickly spun around killing two troops with a single spin of both his sabers. Kyle rose and threw his hand out force pushing a group of five troops off the balcony to the ocean below. Kyle took a second to look around watching troops vs battle droids in a glorious battle. Laser bolts going back and forth, explosions going off from tanks and grenades. These imperials never even saw this coming. This was genocide to the imperials and Kyle loved it. Kyle continued on deflecting blaster bolts coming at him and using his dual sabers cutting down troops as he went. He was moving so fast between troops all it had looked like was a soaking wet white and black blur swinging a red and purple blur of lights as troops fell at his feet. Kyle was moving like an uncaged animal killing all that stood in his path, letting his anger build up, using the darkside and his rage to fuel his attacks. Kyle caught sight of 10 Imperial troops with rocket launchers nearby. Kyle got closer building his rage. Once he was close enough Kyle let the rage go in a form of a devastating blast of force lightning that engulfed all 10 troops in lightning causing severe pain, the troops dropped their weapons screaming in agony. Kyle didn't let up until they finally had collapsed dead. Kyle then spun around and had gone back to a full assault with the CIS Battle Droids.


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[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="AR-G002"] | [member="Eternal Avarice"]
Location: Daisya Infiltrator Nightstalker

Caid's eyes slowly opened as he emerged from his personal meditation. He could feel the vast array of lives teeming with anticipation in the Kamino system as the flight crew of the Nightstalker casually piloted the vessel among the CIS fleet advancing upon the Imperial defenses. The Infiltrator, however, was not here for a strict combative purpose. While the fleet and its many components engaged the Imperials in an offensive naval assault, Caid's mission was to ensure that the actual mastermind behind the Imperial armada did not survive long enough to escape her impending doom.

Fortunately, for Caid, he was relatively sure the typical Imperial arrogance would prove the Grand Admiral's undoing. Having read all of the intelligence information available on Grand Admiral Yahla, Caid was keenly aware that she'd risen to her position through both capability and cunning. Further more, she had at least a modicum of experience as a Fleet Marine. In short, the conventional methods of boarding and seizing a vessel would undoubtedly not suffice.

Arriving on the bridge of his vessel, Caid took a seat in his command chair. Silver-green eyes glanced from the tactical display by his left knee to the forward viewport. Following a slow inhale, the deep baritone of his voice intoned a deceptively soft command. "Proceed." In the next couple of minutes, the Nightstalker began to surge forward and down relative to the positioning of the CIS fleet. As the Infiltrator passed in the wake of a large capital ship, the stealth and cloaking features of the vessel activated.

Yahla's impending death began to slip towards her exact location like a ghost in the darkness.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Kamino
Tipoca City
Objective:3
{1}

The blue blade retreated back into the hilt of Aston Jacob's blade as the soldiers that had just cornered him were taken out. Soaked down to his bones, rain was always here. The last time he was on Kamino was almost ten years ago, and he couldn't believe that he was back. Not because he hated this planet, but if he could have it his way he would remain here forever. It was always raining here and Aston loved the rain. He shook his head slightly, to no avail as the rain was just beating down on him.

The task today was simple, or it seemed simple to him. Remnant of the Empire had a strong hold on Tipoca City, and they were here to liberate it. Everyone seemed to have a job to do, while Aston aimed at just helping where he felt he needed to. While he had reached out to the Knights Obsidian before, he wasn't sure they were the perfect fit for him. The sound of blaster fire and steel and explosions could be heard as the Battle droids engaged the enemy. And which part Aston would be looking for his next engagement as he walked down the seemingly empty walkway until Imperial soldiers hit the walkway from above, and the sound of a lightsaber igniting to meet them.