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The Imperium Will Stay Dead [Sith Empire Dominion of Bastion]

Olom snarled. He moved from roof top to rooftop, calmly avoiding the actual firefight, checking through his electrobinoculars. Where was this Major Scroge? Rumors abounded about the old sod having some kind of biological agent. Normally, poisoning a water supply would be an interesting experiment. Still, it was more politically viable to be the lesser of two evils, at least for the time being. So here he was looking for the old pile of dirt...

There he was. Nice. He clicked a small commlink, sighing slightly. "General TB-19, this is Olom Grihk, Sith agent," he said calmly. "I've found Scroge's position. Rendezvous coordinates are 750 meters north and 350 meters east from command's current position," he said calmly. "If you've got the spare people, tell someone to get over there in ten. I'll meet up and lend a hand," he said, his voice cold, level and calm. This was no time to be swept up in childish fun. Save lives, get things done, be a hero.
 

Darth Osano

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@[member="Olom Grihk"]

Another message. Why couldn't these landlubbers leave their coordinator alone? Such was the job of TB-18. Someone had to do it, so it might as well be droid, right? Begrudginly, TB-18 made his response, but his cool, synthetic voice made no mention of his annoyance. He also had a job to do. It was best to carry it out professionally. Otherwise, he'd be no better than any simpering organic.

"Noted, Apprentice Grihk. I am alerting the relevant available personnel and dispatching them to your position. Major Scrooge must be stopped at all cost, though it would also be best if the water purification plant is not destroyed or damaged in the process of you doing so. Good luck with it."

@[member="TK-1887 'Charles'"] | @[member="Talon Vosra"] | @[member="TK-4242"]
 

Matreya

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Zaiden lurked among the shadows, hidden from the gazes of those about himself. Master and Knight alike, thanks to his Recon Armor Mk II, which allowed him to bed the light about him to a much higher caliber and with a higher sense of ease. Before him, clad in some obnoxious looking holiday hats, stood Graug warriors, blasting away at the Imperial Remnants near his own position. It was then he noticed the leader, for he gave them hell about their attire and they all backed down. None got this respect, save those who've earned it.

"Hmm.." Zaiden was not one to protect a planet, but the Sith already claimed such a vast wealth of planets, that to not defend would be another step towards total galactic tyranny. With those thoughts, Zaiden moved quickly along the field before him. Dodging shots as they came, he moved with a sureness that was near surreal. Soon he was within 10 yards of the behemoths. Igniting his crimson saber, Zaiden kept himself and it hidden until he was mere feet away, then he allowed his Force Cloak to drop.

To the leader (@krag) it would seem the Legate of the 120th legion had simply appeared, saber in hand, held in the Ataru opening stance.

"Leave this planet. Tell @tryin ardik that Zaiden James wishes an audience with him. Do this and I will do no harm to or your men." Zaiden said calmly.
 
Tae put his forearm up to his mouth and spoke into the communicator. "I'm on it. I'll let ya know when the Major is rescued." Tae then looked to the stormtroopers. "Looks like we're playing superhero, boys. Stick close." Tae made his way west through piles of rubble and debris in the midst of blaster fire between the stormtroopers and the Imperium. It was a long road between him and the Major but no matter the amount of blaster fire or debris, Tae kept moving. Ducking and dodging, Tae moved down the street like a snake in the grass.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra saw the man approach and stepped forward between him and Krag. "Who ever you are, leave now or i will be forced to recognize you as an enemy to the Empire. If you do not leave i will be forced to take you into custody and you will be executed in front of the Emporer." She drew her two blades but left them powered down, giving Zaiden a chance to leave now without having to cause any damage to the Graug forces. @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
 

Methuzal

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TB-19 whipped out his pistol and squeezed off a shot, but by then it was too late. The shot whizzed by the Knight's shoulder, impacting a building farther down the street. The Knight brought his blade down in a swift arc that sheared the barrel off of the pistol. Great, now the thing was useless. Before TB-19 could respond to that either, the Knight lashed out with the Force and sent the droid flying backwards a dozen feet. TB-19 landed flat on his back, righting himself as quickly as he could- just in time to see three more T1s that had attempted to come to his aid be hacked down.

Unacceptable.

TB-19 was standing now, just as the Imperial Knight was running towards him again. TB-19's photoreceptors scrutinized the Knight as he did so, analyzing everything down to the last detail. Stance, velocity, disposition, heart-rate... Everything. When a tactical droid processed at full capacity, there was nothing it could not discern. The Imperial Knight brought his blade down to cleave TB-19 diagonally across his torso.

Snatch.

The Imperial Knight gave a surprised grunt, finding that his swordarm was immobilized at the wrist- caught and held there by TB-19. The Knight was still in shock of what had just happened when TB-19 pulled back his free arm and delivered a durasteel-enforced punch into the Knight's unprotected face. The Knight's head wrenched backward, nose already broken by the sheer force of the attack. TB-19 never did understand why these chumps didn't wear helmets. Ah well. Made things easier for him. TB-19 punched the Knight again, putting everything his joints could into the blow. And again. And again.

And again. And again. And again. And again.
 
Olom continued his trek across the city roof tops, looking occasionally at the streets. He noticed a Togruta with a squad of storm troopers, watching move in pitched battle. Sneaky. Good. He nodded and sent a small chirp on the comm-link. "To the Sith on Renados Plaza, I've on the roofs above you. Take a left two streets down if you're looking to move quietly. Nothing but rats in there," he said as he smirked. Giving a little wave to the squad as he kept moving. Never hurt to give a colleague an easier path, after all. "Holler if you get pinned, I'll pull a distraction. Over," he continued hopping, slowly making his way to the rendezvous point.

He grinned as he was a few stormtroopers gathering in the distance. Good. Time to give intel. The troopers needed to know what they were dealing with. And he had a good plan. Well, a workable plan, anyway. Not bad for something he made on the fly, though.....
 

Matreya

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Zaiden slowly grinned, eyes even slower moving to the woman whom spoke, "Take me in? The man whom is responsible for the death of the last Empress? You can try." Zaiden said, his Darkestnite saber flying to his open palm. Activating the extended Longsaber, Zaiden watched with glee as his shadows slowly poured forth, from their hiding spot in the crystal housed deep within.

"I give one warning Padawan. Leave. Or I will not hold back."

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She breathed in, focusing and raising her blades slowly before activating them and taking a defensive position. "I wont stand down, i asked you to leave. If you attack me i will have no choice but to defend myself and you will be branded an enemy of the empire. You will not be shown mercy in extension. Now lay down your blade and do not even attempt to strike at me." Her words grew more confident as she continued, completely sure of herself as she finished.

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
 

Matreya

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Zaiden chuckled, "Are you dense? Wanted? If the rest of your men were to know I am me, you would have no chance! I am in the top 10 most wanted by the Sith!" He said, twirling his massive saber, "Hell if you bring in the Empress Killer, you'd probably be rewarded with a knighting, as well as more!" Popping his neck, then rolling his shoulders, Zaiden loosenedd his muscles to get ready for impending battle, "You got your warning." Zaiden said, lunging forward with a simple blow aimed from uphigh at the woman's head, but despite the simplicity it's power could overwhelm if not handled properly.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Darth Vazela

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The Obscurity dropped out of hyperspace into the Bastion system. In the few seconds that it appeared on the sensors of the Imperial forces, whom were in the process of annexing the planet, it activated it's cloaking generators and dispersed back into darkness, giving it the definition of it's maiden name once more. Standing in it's hangar bay, Vazela observed the Stormtroopers that had been amassed in their legions. Beside him, Commander Malus Bligh had his hands clasped behind his back, just a little behind the Sith Lord. Vazela was the main man here, not him. He was in control, not him. Small gestures like this told a bigger story, they knew.

The soldiers had parted in the middle of the hangar bay. Ahead, a Sigma-class transport had been prepared for the Sith Lord and the soldiers, the best that the Obscurity had to offered, to board upon as it made it's way to the planets surface. In the sides, more of the Sigma's were being prepared for flight. Taral and Dominus-class fighters were also going under the same procedures, alongside the Galaxy-class bombers. Pandorum-class Heavy Gunship's and S90 MAATs were left as a reserve force and it was likely that the starfighters and bombers needn't be deployed. They were there as a force to defend carriers such as the Sigma's and act as a protective screen for the Obscurity. They would ever rarely be used for a direct attack, as the Attrition-class Star Destroyer hadn't been designed for that kind of confrontation. It destroyed it's enemies from the shadows, not in the open.

As Vazela arrived at the foot of the ramp, he turned to face the Stormtroopers. Malus called for them to gather back into a front formation, thus filling the empty gap that had been the Sith Lord's walkway and turned to listen to his master. "Attention." The Stormtroopers stood more rigid as Vazela spoke. He continued, "Listen to your commanders. If you listen to them, you will not fail me. Glory awaits you." Lifting the cowl back over his head, he turned away and headed inside the transport. The men that would join him on the ground were already there. When he went inside, they bowed their heads and waited for him to pass. He did not look at them as he lowered himself into the cockpit, waiting for the pilot to take off.

Within minutes, the Obscurity was hovering above the former Imperial Palace, one time place where the Fel Dynasty had ruled the Imperial Remnant. Vazela found it fitting that his participation in the annexation of Bastion, where once democracy stopped the onslaught of Sith invasion, would sit in the same throne the Fel's once sat upon when they stopped Krayt and his Galactic Empire.

In the skies, cloaked from detection and above the palace, the Sigma-class transport that Vazela was on descended, seemingly from no where. A minute later, several more joined him. There destinations were various points surrounding the palace, with coordination happening from the Star Destroyer's bridge, where Commander Bligh had returned to help with the coordination of his masters forces.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She didnt even try to stop the blade, instead she bolted to the right out of its path and darted inwards towards Zaiden. She relied purely on speed and flow instead of power, utilizing both her blades as she tried to move in and cut at his left armor. Her mind raced as she moved, using her every emotion in order to augment her speed and accuracy of her strikes. She knew she could not beat him on a plain straight forward battle so she would have to stay out of range unless she meant to strike.
@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
 

Darth Vazela

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The Sigma-class transport landed in a city plaza, in front of steps leading up to the palace. Vazela recalled through the archives he had gained during his four decade learning curve that Roan Fel had once held a speech on those steps, addressing his people that the Fel Empire would win their war against the Sith. "How right you had been..." he whispered. With the cowl over his head, the ramp descended from the shuttle. Vazela was the first to disembark, walking down the durasteel ramp, like a figure emerging from darkness and into the sun light. He stopped at the foot of the ramp, lifting his yellow, predatory eyes to look at the sky whilst the Stormtroopers that had accompanied him filled out and took positions to defend their master. As he observed the Imperial fighter corps fly overhead, dealing with the insurgencies occurring across Bastion under the duress of Sith invasion, the ear piece in his left ear told him that the other transported had landed and had begun their own respective targets.

Lowering his gaze, Vazela locked his eyes on the gates leading into the palace. Moving up the steps, the last remnants of civilians that had lingered among the battle, fled at the sight of the dark, hooded man and his guards as they climbed up towards the palace. "Kill one, incite the fear in thousands," said Vazela to a nearby trooper. He sensed the man figuring our this cryptic order, before it came to him. The soldier turned around and shot turbolaser in between the eyes of a man. That was all that the others needed to flee from the area. Feeding their fear, the Sith Lord continued on, feeling empowered in the dark side.
 

Gregor Gideon

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Command Bridge -- Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer, Spiteful
Sartinaynian System

Still.

Gregor G. Gideon was the Sith Knight whom conducted the Sith's Battle Coordination of the beleaguered world of Bastion, which hastened the Imperium's fall with every passing moment. His mind stretched over a vast amount of space, atmosphere, and planet, with his awareness growing exponentially as well. A familiar presence was detected, which had not been felt in some months while Gregor was off charting an expedition out of Imperial territory, in Kalee.

The familiar presence soon manifested in his mind as @[member="Saelia Santori"], his former mentor and tutor in the Sith Arts. The spatial divide, though great, was insignificant next to the linking power of the Force, and the experience to which Gregor had accrued in working around her particular Force presence. The link was strong, strong enough for a telepathic message directed solely to her without becoming a hindrance to his greater efforts.

Your arrival is most fortuitous, Saelia. This is the first step in bringing forth a new era, as you envisioned. First Bastion, then, you shall have Dubrillion.

Gregor slouched a little as he sat within the commander's station chair, further cementing his already relaxed posture. He knew there was still much, much more fighting to coordinate before his task would be complete. But he would remain at the forefront of the fight; in the minds of every able-bodied Imperial soldier, crew member, pilot, and Sith warrior alike.
 

Marik Baldear

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Marik's forces were almost at the palace. from the cockpit of the AT-AT, Marik could see the black smoke billowing up from the palaces outer defences, and drop ships descending like birds to a dead beast.

Marik placed a hand on the pilots sholder "how long till we get their?". the pilot was maybe the oldest man Marik still had under his command, he looked up at the general with eyes that had seen countless battles "we are 4 blocks away, the road block ahead will prevent our escort from getting through, but this old girl should be able to pass right over it" the pilot laught to himself "they dont call it All Terrain for nothing". the AT-AT was a outdated but formidable war machine. she still had her weaknesses, without her escort of speeders and light walkers she would be vulnerable, left with only her armaments and ground troops. but they had no time, it was all or nothing. "very good, give the command for the escort to move around and meet up with us at the palace"

the walker shook a little as her long legs cleared the road block. troops and 2 light walkers made it over after her. she wasn't going to be completely alone. Marik walked back to the tactical map. the blue lights that interacted the rest of his forces moved away, heading around the road blocks.

marik was surprised that the munition dump was still intact. the sith forces had seemed to hit some resistance that hadn't appeared on his map. he knew there were hundreds of men scattered throughout the city, many did not come up on tactical maps. who ever was slowing the sith down had given loyalist and coalition forces enough time to dig in a little better at both the munitions dump and space port.



@[member="Juthan'Athar"] @Turin Val Kur @[member="Vilox Pazela"]
 
Juthan took the chance and headed out from the shadows, his stolen armor allowing him to easily make it beside the walker. He waited for the men and craft to get past him before he looked upwards and jumped, climbing up the walker's legs as it moved through a series of force augmented jumps that allowed him to get to the body of the walker within two minutes. Once in stable location he cut into the haul of the AT-AT with his hidden saber, slow as he had to be sure he was not seen by the forces outside or those inside. He reached out with his mind to heighten his senses and the actions of those around him.
@MArik Baldear
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

As the self proclaimed 'Empress killer' struck out, he would find himself blasted with a wave of force energy. "Should've surrendered, arrogant fool." He spat from behind his mask, igniting his crimson saber and moving towards him, rage and anger boiling up inside him. While the Dark Jedi would have no clue what he was facing, it wouldn't matter, because he'd be dead. Standing before him was a clone of the Jedi grandmaster, twisted and corrupted by the darkness, ready to kill the lying whelp.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra took up a position beside The Black. She held her blades ready as she stood there with the blade points facing away from her towards the ground. "Thanks for the help..." She gripped her blades tighter and took up a defensive position again. @[member="The Black"]
 

Matreya

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Zaiden made a quick calculation, his foresight barely enough, as he dodged both blows from sabers and the force by leaping straight up. Once in the air, Zaiden grabbed ahold of himself with the Force and held himself in the air, "Two apprentices? Against the God of Shadows!? Very well!" Dropping to the ground before @[member="The Black"], Zaiden hurled a bolt of chain lightning at the man. Though lightning is easy to dodge, chain lightning is not as easy, as it at any point in time can alter direction to shoot after another target.

Then he spun, swinging his saber at @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"], the shadows slowly but surely still seeping through. The apprentices, if smart enough, could begin to see the plan laid out.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra let her movements flow, her feet and body nearly moving on their own as she backed out of the reach of his strike. She breathed slowly as she stopped, watching the shadows, a perplexed expression plastered on her face now as they erupted from the mans blade. She shook her head and focused, she could study the blade after the fight, for now she had to stay focused. @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
 

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