Invasion The Other Side of Peace | GA Invasion of TSE's Ziost/Tiss'sharl

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Objective: Free any captured Jedi
Location: Sith cell rooms
Items: Robe, Mask, Lightsaber, Blaster Pistol, Cool Gadget
Tags: Aaran Tafo | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius

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People really needed to start investing in some air-duct security.

As he laid on his stomach he crawled his way through the air ducts of the underground hell-hole. It was dark, felt creepy, and smelled like expired blue milk. While he was trying to get the smell out of his nose a person began to walk by underneath him. He became absolutely still and silent.

Looking through a small opening he saw that the person was a female, more than likely an acolyte. She stopped a couple of feet ahead, in front of an open cell. Maybe one of the Jedi already escaped!

"Ali, there's been a prison break. We have enemies loose below."

Seemed like he guessed correctly. Still peering through he looked for any Jedi still in cells, yet part of a wall blocked his sight. Leaning a little farther forward he tried to get a better view.

That was went the air duct gave out.

Falling through it he landed on the ground hard, rubble pieces sitting next to him. Thankfully his mask protected his face from bouncing off of the floor, but he still had a small headache. Then he remembered the girl. Quickly he stood to his feet. Not taking his eyes off of her, he ejected his lightsaber from his robotic hand. With a swift motion he ignited it, the golden blade illuminating the dark area.

"Well, this is a bit awkward."

 

[Aelys]

ZIOST | ADASTA'KUN
Equipment: Saberstaff, New Jedi Order Jacket
Engaging: Calin Harr ​

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Leave it up to me to get the lame squad.

What the feth was a Rhysode? Windu, Skywalker, even Vos were all names that sounded much more appealing.

Aelys sat back in the seat of the dropship. His hazel gaze leapt to each of the people that were apart of the team. One mission. They were all on the same side, yeah? His sun-kissed features were more or less blank, boring holes into the side of the Mirialan's head. As much as he ignored his emotions, it didn't take an empath like Ryv, to recognize that the green-skinned alien held an animosity for Jedi, or force users in general.

He recognized her, from Cophrigin V.

In anticipation, his foot tapped on the flooring of the dropship. The overhead lights flashed on and he shook his head, slowly getting up to his feet. Going through the motions of feeling for his belongings, everything he needed for the job, he replayed his Master's words. Since the first day that they had met on Coruscant, Ryv continued the trend of saying the right thing to keep him following. Not that he needed to -- he was the Sword of the Jedi, his Master, and a list of victories that few in their Order could match.

Master or not, speech or not, Aelys hoped he knew that he would follow him no matter what happened.

"These fights are different from what you're used to, but you know what? No matter what happens, don't forget your training, alright? Can you promise me that?"

It hadn't felt like it, but it sounded, like a goodbye. The forever kind. As far as Aelys saw it, they were only parting ways briefly on account of their differing missions, but he nodded solemnly all the same before smirking.

"I get you... I'll leave the reckless chit to you, yeah?"

"Trust your allies by your side, and protect them with your life. They'll do the same," Ryv stopped midway through his last-minute stammering. He breathed deep to calm his nerves and looked Aelys in the eyes. "You've got everything it takes to shine. More than I ever will, Aelys. Be the beacon I know you can be, and we'll all get through this just fine."

Ryv had faith in him. More faith than he had for himself. But if one as prestigious, Ryv could see a potential... Who was he to be the voice of opposition? There was doubt. Of course he would have it, but there was also faith in him. He couldn't fail. Not when people counted on him.

He couldn't help the sigh that fell from his lips. Up on his feet, it was a quick deployment. Guess I've got no other choice but to trust 'em. Aelys practically threw himself out of the dropship. The commandos were a few seconds ahead of him, and he let them carve the path ahead into the city. Jogging forwards, his saberstaff came free into his hands and he sped forwards ahead after the initial gap was created by the Mirialan's Twilight Commandos. His only acknowledgement of their actions an informal half-salute to Gala atop the walls before he continued on to the Citadel.

"Now if I were a Sith... Where would I hide?"

Strike Team Rhysode: Gala Geert , Auteme , Lucien Dooku , Reiner Talmanes

 

[Laertia Io]

Laertia wept under her helmet as she struck down a Knight. She hadn't stopped crying. But she couldn't let them damage the Compact.

She was a failure. All her training, honed for killing Sith, now used to strike down Jedi who didn't want to stop fighting their rivals to stop The Bryn'adul, all her worst fears made a chilling reality.

But she could never have supported the NJO's position. Or the NIO's. And she couldn't stand by the wayside and let them doom the entire Galaxy with infighting, while their borders constantly flood with new refugees, the frontline ever changing.

The Black Knight of Nar Kreeta didn't lie to herself that she would ever be welcomed into the Order again. But she wouldn't follow bad orders. Uniting and throwing all their militaries at the Bryn'adul was the only way to stop them effectively. But the Jedi had always sucked at fighting a war correctly.

The scream of the Hybrid caught her by surprise, as she had been beheading a GA Trooper when the orange blade sang for her face. She wasn't fast enough to dodge the strike completely and the tip caught the face plate, leaving a large gash on the front, and ripped part of the plating away on her shoulder. The front gash exposed her organic eye, the whites now a metallic bronze, the iris a mutated Dark Green...The Electrical Discharges from her blade also partly damaged the Brainwave regulators in helm, causing them to shut on and off at random, her organic arm almost numb and stiff but not quite paralyzed. With great reluctance, she switched to her cybernetic arm. It wasn't that she wasn't ambidextrous, but the cybernetic arm was her weaker arm, ironically, though it was still Wookie-Strength.

She stared at who had scored the blow. Looked like a hybrid of Chiss and Zeltron.

A misery filled, mutated eye stared from the damaged confines of her helmet.

She sensed out her opponent. Full of rage towards her.

"I sense great fury in you, young one. You should reject it if you plan to fight as a Jedi..." Laertia said, angling her green cored, white aura blade at Mrurh'en'lase | Hel

"Not that my advice will mean much to you, obviously..." Laertia said to the enraged Jedi as she switched to Form Two, waiting for her to either get control of herself or attack again...

 

[Cruanless Orcash]

Objective: Establish Naval superiority over Ziost, Destroy enemy vessels.
Location: MC-75 Star Cruiser, "The Reverence"
Allies: GA | NIO Teica Giraan Inaros Kaal
Enemies: TSE | EE | CIS

[Captain Cruanless Orcash reporting in]

Theme: Time to fight Evil / GA Anthem

The Mon Calamari stared into the white swirls of hyperspace.

"Jagrall, are we there yet, what is taking so damn long!".

"We should be there momentarily sir, remember we left late because of your nephew". Spoke the Sarkhai 2nd Lieutenant".

"Arrghh, the boy might get himself killed for real someday, just get us there already!"

"Yes sir, Captain".

The Captain turned around in his newly fashioned swinging command seat, something used by Mon Calamari commanders to make up the lack of torso movement. See Mon Calamari have difficultly moving their torso, when not underwater, because of their necessary aquatic organs which were mostly located in the lower stomach and near the torso. Underwater, it was no issue, but out of water. They were typically somewhat cumbersome beings the Mon Calamari. These command seats were installed so they didn't have to stand & walking around to be barking orders, which would waste a lot of time. Why not just sit down while doing it!. But don't think for a second that he couldn't get up out of his seat and smack you across the back of the head, cause he could!

The Reverence began to finally drop out of hyperspace as the Captain turned back around in his seat to face the main viewport of his bridge.

"Captain Orcash sir", spoke one his fellow brethren, Lieutenant Pappus.

"Yes Scryr, what is it".

"Exiting hyperspace, now".

"Good, lets kick some Sith ass".

The Reverence jumped out of hyperspace right into the unloading GA naval forces, allied ship were dropping out too all over the place. This was a good day for the Alliance. They would crush these dark side lovers and break their backs again.

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The ships were a motley of models and types. Fighters, Frigates, Corvettes, and Troop Carriers. Two Prosecutor class ships were the center of the forming fleet. It was time, The Sith Empire would burn. Cruanless would see it burn, even if it was the last thing he did. They had taken his world and desecrated it. He would take theirs and let them burn, just like they bombarded Mon Cala into destruction and ruin. An eye for an eye, but this time round, the Sith would lose much more than an eye.

He opened a one way comm channel on any frequency, "This is Captain Cruanless Orcash of the Galactic Alliance".

"Sit-rep Lieutenant".

"Alliance forces have arrived in full sir, The Sword and many Jedi lead a hard ground assault on New Adasta. There is also intense fighting all over the nearby sectors as well. Initial reports say progress is gradual.

"Alright, prepare the 113th to ready their weapons and board the transports, they launch with the fighters".

He turned and swung to face Pappus, "Lieutenant, get me comms". He swung back to the other side, to the 2nd Lieutenant, "Jagrall, find me the Peacemaker, and begin launching fighters immediately".

They both replied and followed his commands. He now pressed onto the internal comm on his command module. "Lieutenant Commander Glepist, this is Captain Orcash, prepare to launch your Barrow Squadron right away".

"Your task is to escort our troop transports down to assist the assault below, once completed you will report back in". "Understood Lt. Commander".

"Yessir, we'll get er done", said the laidback X-Wing jockey.

"Captain, I found the Peacemaker, its making a mess as usual".

"Very good Lieutenant, patch me through to Captain Giraan".

"Yes Captain".

The comm was being patched, as Cruanless saw a Sith cruiser preparing to lead their forces in a supposed counterattack. It was a Harrower-class. Strong, sturdy, but lacking stabilizers and less than optimal rear shields.

The ship seemed familiar, as he tried to pry through his mind to think of where he had encountered or even seen that exact ship before.

"The comm is open, Pappus?"

"Yes sir, outgoing transmission".

He nodded and swung back around to speak into the comm while surveying the evolving naval engagement at the same time.

"Captain Giraan, this is Captain Orcash, do you read me, over"

 

[Aaran Tafo]

BENEATH THE ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS​

He was lost. Hopelessly, annoyingly lost. It was more than likely by design that the lower depths of the academy were arranged like a maze. All the better to deter anyone escaping or those that would want to snoop around in any casual manner. And if some poor acolyte got lost down here? Well, it’s not like the Sith were ones to show great amounts of concern for their new trainees.

It was however, both a boon and a hinderance for Aaran. His bare feet skidding across the ground as he continued to duck and dive around every corner and turn he could find. He knew there was a control room somewhere. Some sort of release for the rest of the cells. He knew that he was not the only one here who still had some fight left in them. And those that had already been broken would need to be rescued so they could get a chance to heal.

But until he could actually find the damned release console. He was stuck aimlessly wandering the corridors.

Rounding another comer. The released Jedi skid to a halt, his bare feet releasing a loud squealing noise as they slipped over the polished floor.

Somehow, he had found himself right back where he started!

And he was not alone.

"Uhhh." He began, his recent skidding to a halt no doubt alerting both Okkeus Dainlei and Alina Tremiru to his presence. "You're probably wondering why I'm out." He said, raising a finger to point at Alina. Mind quickly scrambling to find a reason, something to deescalate any potential conflict. An act that would be somewhat trickier now that Okkeus had drawn his own saber. He needed something. Any kind of tale. "The hottie who brought me in. She let me out. Said I could go." He had no idea as to why he just referred to Quinn Varanin as a 'hottie' of all things. Distantly, his mind chalked it up to still being delirious from several days of Sith torture. Plus, such crude terms may give him an edge with the Acolyte in front of him underestimating his intelligence.

Of course it was a blatant lie. He had not seen Miss Sisko, as she referred to herself, since Bastion. But as it was right now, Alina could not confirm that. And the Sith's reputation for backstabbing and power plays was well known. Maybe it would be enough to distract her. "Head to the control room." He offered. "You can see the recording for yourself."

Darth Strosius

 

[Elena Lowe]

Private Karina Lowe - Sorzus Sith Academy, Ziost
Objective: Do as you’re told
Equipment: Flight Suit ~ Judicator Battle Rifle ~ Particle Pistol ~ Power Mace
Allies: TSE - Darth Daiara - Darth Strosius - Alina Tremiru
Enemies: GA - Strike Team Windu ( Zark San Tekka - Dagon Kaze - Creuat - Takui - Mrurh'en'lase | Hel ) Jend-Ro Quill

Sniper_Trap

The LAHAT circled down slowly towards the rooftops of the academy, drifting almost lazily from cloud cover to descend to the battlefield. The doors were open, and gusts of wind buffeted the Sith Legionnaires holding onto the straps on the ceiling of the shuttle. They gazed between each other, blank-faced with their helmets, and checked weapons and equipment with the silent efficiency of experience. The ship touched down with a bump, and a group of five soldiers disembarked, their metallic boots thudding onto the sloping surface of the rooftop, each of them bending down to find purchase.

The tallest of them stood and waved off the shuttle, which rose smoothly and disappeared behind a distant building. The remaining squad set to task, swiftly gathering their equipment, dropped in bags with them, behind an upslope in the roof that would serve as cover for the moment.

Karina Lowe brought up the rear of the squad, retrieving her equipment from the pack and prepping it with practised motions. The squad spread out across the steep and point rooftops, working their way towards covered positions. The rooftops were dark, so the operatives’ flight suits wouldn’t stick out, and the rooftop spires would provide ample shelter from enemy fire. Karina looked out over the academy, pausing for a moment to watch the Alliance shuttles arriving nearby and depositing a team before draping her rifle across her shoulder and following her squad. She grimaced as the silence was broken by a harsh and grating voice, that of their squad leader Captain Mue.

“Where’s Lowe?” Came the question, Karina suppressed a sigh. A moment later there was a reply from Sergeant Tamper, a tall and lithe woman stalking across the rooftop in front of Karina.

“She’s with me, I’m keeping an eye on her.”

“Good. She’s a runner, don’t want her making a dash. Would be a shame to shoot her so early, right Private?” Mue laughed harshly, and a couple of others chuckled. Karina looked down steadily.

Finally, they were in position. Distantly the Alliance shuttles were visible. Karina settled into a prone position looking down at the landing zone, unslinging her Carbine and placing it in front of her, smoothly clicking off the safety and hefting the weapon to her eye to gaze down the sights.

The snipers were in position just as the Alliance team began their charge. Karina sucked in a deep breath and readied herself to pick a target.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

CLEANSING FIRE
NEW JEDI ORDER
SORZUS ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS
ENGAGING: Aeric Kaze | CLOSED
C L A S H _ O F _ D E S T I N Y

The war of Light and Dark enveloped the Academy. Unbridled rage met unbreakable resolve. Under the banner of Ashla, the Jedi charged into the Academy of Sith Arts with righteous conviction. Conviction to purge the idols of death, the bringers of doom. For years, the Sith were left unopposed to unleash their scourge upon the galaxy. Propagating order but bringing ruin, none dared to stop the Dark Lord and his indomitable reach. With a sweep of his hand, worlds fell under his rule by any means necessary.

Dac, Mandalore, Togoria, Ession, Thyferra, Alderaan.

No more. No more would the Light cower from the overreaching Shadow.

The New Jedi Order make their stand. They repelled them from Korriban, they would repel them from the galaxy. They had to. They had no choice.

The eyes of the galaxy watched upon them.

Dagon leaped forward in a determined stride into the Academy, under the shield of Zark San Tekka and the empowering influence of Asmundr Varobalder 's battlemeld. A familiar bellow rang across the battlefield and the padawan froze, snapped his neck back at the wail's source to see Mrurh'en'lase | Hel engaging with... Laertia Io . The fallen Jedi from Dantooine. She had slain droves of their own with no remorse. Dagon's deep frown turned to shock and...fear for Hel.

"Hel!! NOOO!!" he roared through the chaos at her as the last thing he saw was her charging straight into Laertia only for a massive pillar to block Dagon's way back. The gate before him had collapsed leaving him stuck from his fellow Jedi. "No, no, no, no, no--" Dagon stammered looking frantically for a way through but found none. His heart paced rapidly and air struggled to enter his lungs from concern.

Forward.

Only forward.

"Huh?"

Ashla called.

He turned around to find a red blade coming down on his head. His hand struck forward and unleashed a force push at the assailant sending him crashing into a nearby wall. A nasty crack and the Sith moved no more. Dagon approached the body with his blue blade warily before him, the corpse drew horror on his face as Dagon noticed the Sith was merely a boy a few years younger than him. Turmoil stirred within.

Trust the Force.

Only forward.

Cautiously, the Jedi padawan moved through the Academy looking for a way up and back to Hel. If she was still alive, that is. He couldn't fathom the thought.

Only forward.

Through eerie and mute halls and staircases, Dagon shuffled unopposed. The foreboding burden at the back of his mind from the dropship pulsated harder. An ominous herald from the Force he could still not decipher. The Force led him further upwards and atop a massive terrace, or rather the roof, of one of the Academy's buildings. He felt the burden pound at his head just as he witnessed a Sith's red blade skewer a fellow Jedi and toss him down below in the midst of the battle of Light and Dark.

The Sith looked at him and Dagon saw himself in the mirror.

Breathing ceased, his heart stopped and his legs collapsed at the sight.

Dagon's worst nightmare sprung to life.

"b-brother...?"​

GA | ALLIES | Mrurh'en'lase | Hel | Takui | Creuat | Zark San Tekka | Asmundr Varobalder
TSE | ENEMIES | CLOSED

 

[Zark San Tekka]

SORZUS ACADEMY
Equipment: Jedi Armor, Comlink, Star Compass, Crossguard Saber, Glie-44
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Dagon Kaze Creuat Takui Mrurh'en'lase | Hel Jend-Ro Quill Aaran Tafo Okkeus Dainlei
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Karina Lowe (engaging) Laertia Io Aeric Kaze Lark Darth Daiara Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru

Master San Tekka had been fighting in this war for a long time. Now it seemed his Order had finally caught up with him. He could sense the Force move darkly through more than one of the Jedi under his command. It would have shocked him if the feeling wasn't so familiar. Other Jedi whispered the same things about him after Mirial. That he'd gone too far courting open war with the Sith. Maybe he had. Maybe the Jedi were just as responsible for this crusade as their Sith enemies. Maybe a lot of things. Only a Sith deals in absolutes.

He would follow the Force as best he knew how.

Right now the Force was telling him this was a very bad place to be. There was an eerie lack of response to their initial presence and Zark dared to hope the Academy had been abandoned for a more defensible or centralized position. That hope didn't last long. As soon as they were close enough blaster fire erupted, splashing against his mental barrier. He concentrated on absorbing the barrage and diffusing it harmlessly with the Force.

Where is Takui? he allowed the others to feel his thoughts.

Zark could no longer sense one of the padawans under his charge. There was no sight of him either. He didn't have time to investigate as the Academy's defenses were finally activating. Stone statues of ancient and powerful Sith Lords wielding real lightsabers lumbered forth from the Great Hall to greet their advance along with the Sith apprentices. They were simple enough fodder to cull but in sufficient numbers could become a problem.

He sensed great conflict nearby and shared a look with Padawan Hel as did the others. What he saw there...disturbed him.

"Padawan!" he called out in vain after her, "Stand your ground!"

It was of no use. Either she couldn't hear him or couldn't bring herself to listen. He considered following after to lend Hel his assistance when matters elsewhere decided for him. Following the hybrid meant not only abandoning his other charges but the overall objective. That he could not countenance. Especially not when his blade was so desperately needed. Double vision. San Tekka could see things as they were in the moment, but he also glimpsed seconds into the future. A massive barbed tail swinging right at him. Impaling his chest!

"Sithspawn!"

One of the Academy headmistresses' more devious defense constructs leapt from the shadows. He was not enough of an expert in Sith alchemy to identify it by name. Its upper torso was that of a predatory feline while its lower extremities were more insectoid ending in a vicious looking stinger. Zark stepped aside seconds before his vision came true and amputated the scything limb with a single clean downward stroke of his saber's brilliant white blade. The creature howled in unnatural agony and fell back, circling its prey for another opportunity.

Double vision. He saw blaster fire scorch his armor plating a few heartbeats before the bolt actually struck. Time slowed down in the way it did for all Jedi allowing them their supernatural reflexes, but the Sith creature had disrupted his concentration causing his barrier to fail. Somewhere a trained marksman took advantage of this opportunity while his saber arm was overextended. It did not matter how fast he moved Zark could not bring the blade around to deflect in time.

"Defend yourselves!" he called out a warning to the other Jedi in pain.

Sensing his weakness the wounded sithspawn creature circling them chose this moment to charge. Double vision. Monstrous claws swiping in towards him on both sides. They would rip apart his armor plate and eviscerate him in a torrent of blood. Instead the Jedi Master moved exactly where he needed to move slicing through both arms with two more simple economic cuts. He raised a glowing hand and Force Light washed over the abomination ending its misery.

"Forward! Push them back!" San Tekka ordered his strike team while he cut apart two more statues. He saw Dagon was already inside and hoped the rest would follow.

He was only a few dozen meters from the grandiose looking doors now shattered apart by Jedi incursion. Yet given the Academy's serennian spires were crawling with Sith-Imperial snipers getting across that threshold alive was going to be easier said than done. Even for a Jedi Master.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Location: Sorzus Academy of Sith Arts
Objective: Defend the Academy, Put down the heretic threat, Recover the prisoner
Tags: Alina Tremiru / Aaran Tafo / Okkeus Dainlei
Allies: TSE
Enemies: GA / NJO
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A small look of surprise crossed his face at the voice of the Overseer, his expression then turning to one of confusion by the order. "Right. I'll be down there in a moment Alina." He responded with a sigh, frantically typing on the datapad to try and get a schedule for the acolytes to follow whilst he was gone in the lower levels.

Prisoners? Ah right. I forgot that this place has prison cells. Odd.

He idly wondered if the academy on Dromund Kaas has prison cells as well. Those are questions for later though.

Alisteri raised an eyebrow at the message, swiftly turning to one of the acolytes that he had conscripted as an assistant and tossed them the datapad that he had been holding. "An academy with prisoners. You are a strange bunch aren't you?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer, pushing past said acolyte as he pulled the sabre from his belt. "Keep up the good work, I've got a prisoner to hunt."

It would be a bit of a distraction, but oh well.

He paused in the doorway and glanced back at his confused assistants. "Oh, and if I come back and all of those projects haven't been loaded and catalogued properly, I may just break someone's leg. Okay? Okay." With that he left, a small smirk on his face as he heard his assistants spring into action. A little bit of bodily harm was a good motivator.

In truth, he was very glad to have a distraction.

It didn't take long for the masked acolyte to swiftly make his way down to the lower levels, as unlike most of the acolytes that he was trying to get working, he knew how to read a map and take the quickest route there. Soon enough he emerged into the area with the cells and was on his way towards where Alina Tremiru had called him from.

Not bothering to hide his approach, his steps echoed in the fairly quiet halls.

 

[Darth Tigran]

Objective: Defend Sorvus Academy, Slay Jedi
Enemies: GA | NIO Mrurh'en'lase | Hel Creuat Zark San Tekka
Allies: TSE | EE | CIS Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru Darth Daiara Karina Lowe


Pesh stared from his view atop the mountain.

Ziost was one of many world in which he had a secret lab, hidden from many eyes.

This one, laid in the side of a mountain, shortly due west of the old capital of Ziost, New Adasta.

Pesh watched with amusement at first, as he saw the Jedi invade an already dead world.

He wondered if they had considered the fact that Vitiate wiped out all life on the world thousands of years ago and that only population was that of a portion of the old capital, a few outposts, and the Sorzus Academy.

Not that Pesh would know anything else. If he didn't see it or visit it, he wouldn't bother to remember it or know it existed. If there were others settlements on Ziost, Pesh would probably never know.

He was too busy in his lab, experimenting and testing. The joy he felt in his work was an excellent benefit of his profession.

He was interrupted by the sounds of battle. So instead of taking action, he watched. He stood in his ' relax room ' he called, basically his lab's common area. A couple tables, holonet, a really comfy chair. Perfect for post experimental relaxment. He was standing in the view of the window with a goblet of Morellian Whiskey. His favorite.

But as he devilishly watched from above, his evil grin turned to one of anger. As he could see three Jedi approaching the mountain's base.

No one better have sold his spot out, very few knew it. Perhaps, they had sensed his dark side presence. Unlikely, he was very far from the fighting, at least a mile for two.

Apparently not far enough.

He turned around and headed to the lab table where his saber was. He walked out as soon as he grabbed it. As he traveled down the lift. He felt anger and rage within him.

No Jedi will desecrate my labs

No Jedi...



"Agghh, uhhh".

He sliced off the last Jedi's arm with a beautiful swing around move with his saber. Pinning his other arm to his body, then swinging his saber underneath and upwards and well, an arm got in the way.

The Jedi laid down on his knees, clutching the nub of his missing arm. Pesh kicked away his fallen saber and walked over to him.

"Ready to die Jedi", he said as he lifted up his saber to strike at his head.

"There is no death. There is the for......"

Before he could finish, Pesh sliced his head off clean.

He had just killed three Knights with relative ease, well if you could call them knights. It had only taken 2 minutes of his time. As he prepared to walk back to the lab, having successfully defended it, he felt a small disturbance. A group of Jedi fighting in the Sorzus Academy. He almost ignored it, but a chance to find a mailable Padawan to take, to control, he couldn't pass that up.

"Fine, why not", he thought to himself.

He would enjoy being able to kill some Jedi filth. Not his favorite hobby, but a good pastime all together.

When he reached the Academy an hour later, he saw evacuations, Jedi fighting Sith, and Troopers exchanging fire outside the walls.


There was a ruckus inside near the front door, so Pesh snuck in through one of the utility doors on the underground level of the building.

He was in and now that he was, he sensed it.

A group of Jedi above him.

They would regret coming to this world.

He would would make them regret, he would make them.

He would find the Jedi, corrupt them, break them, tear them apart.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Darth Strosius | Aaran Tafo | Okkeus Dainlei

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She had only just clicked off the com when the loud crash sounded off from behind her. Alina just stared, mostly dumbfounded at the scenario. It was the sort of thing she saw in spy comedies. People crawling through vents and actually causing them to collapse and get caught by the person they were hiding from. The only change on the surprised face of the acolyte was the slight narrowing of her eyes as the golden blade erupted to life. Was it a Jedi? She couldn't sense anything, and the abnormal color certainly made it hard to tell.

Her mouth opened to say something to Okkeus, only to find herself interrupted by the sound of squeaking feet and a sudden halt. Yellow eyes found their way over to Aaran, narrowing. "Odd. She's not stationed here." That was one of the things she paid attention to. Where Quin was going, just incase they had to fight side by side. That, and the term he used only made her gaze narrow more in annoyance. Why was she annoyed? Her gaze tore away to glance down the hall. The calm footsteps of backup, huh? At least she wasn't going to have to deal with these two alone.

"You're welcome to surrender now, both of you. There's no other way to make it out alive." The smooth cylinder of her saber was unclipped from her waist as the red blade sprang to life. "That is the only warning."

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: Ziostian Space - G.A Frigate Peacemaker - Bridge]
[Captain Teica Giraan reporting in]

The captain sat amidst a flurry of shouts and reports from the bridge crew. Pulling up a hologram of the battlefield revealed an enemy fighter squadron charging at the assault ships. Your mistake, flyboys.

"Laser cannons to full."

She watched Alliance laser cannons tear fighters to scorched debris, while sending the others into evasive maneuvers. Teica only let the triumph soak in for a moment, before turning back to face the battlefield map. Quick dashes of hand movements rotated the image around, with the captain analyzing the sheer number of targets. There. Sitting beside a Harrower-class was what seemed to be a small corvette, with its shields down. She pulled up the Peacemaker's weapons manifest, taking a look at the frigate's concussion missile count.

"Lock concussion missiles on that..." she tried to remember the ship's proper name, "..Fury-class Interceptor. Full salvo. Concentrate on the command center."

. . .​

"Ma'am, Captain Orcash just patched himself in," the comms officer reported.

Teica simply nodded as the lieutenant patched the communication in to the captain's command chair.

"Captain Giraan, this is Captain Orcash, do you read me, over," the voice went.

"This is Captain Giraan. Captain Orcash, I read you. Over."

She faced the viewscreen, watching the Peacemaker's turbolasers fly forward and crash into enemy shields, ready for new orders.

 

[Aeric Kaze]

SORZUS SITH ACADEMY
ALLIES: THE SITH EMPIRE
ENEMIES: THE NEW JEDI ORDER
NOTICE: Dagon Kaze

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Make them bleed.

Kill.

Kill.
​

Kill.​

​

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Shrouded in darkness, he practically bathed in it on Byss. The nexus, the battle, the death. The kill. Shifting, he rolled over. His mind pulling away, dragging as he fought to see through the murkiness, to see... Himself. A reflection. Aeric looked younger, softer, prone to smile, rather than stare solemnly into nothingness.

No... No... The words echoed in his mind, he shifted again, pulling at the sheets that covered his body.

That's not...

It was the last he saw of it. An unseen entity rocked the world around him. One moment he had been floating, the next he was falling. It felt like an eternity, all he saw was black. All he felt was pain, fear, anguish and... Anger.

And then his body hit the floor.

Shocked awake, he groaned as he slowly blinked away the dreariness. It took a moment, but it all rushed back to him. Who he was, his sense of purpose, where he was... Why he was there. The Sith. Power. Ziost. The world around him shook again. The dark room did little to light up anything. Shuffling to the window, his hand lazily lifted to drag the shutters off from the window. The minute application of the Force seeing them scatter across the ground as he stares blankly.

Death.

Battle.

The paragons of the Light were outside. Again for their perceived justices. His fingers curled into his palm, tightening as he pulled away from the window. No... Not yet. I'm not done here.

The black robes, typical of a dark sider were dragged over his torso. He settled with the formfitting armourweave, and pulled his cloak over his torso. Belt. Then the sabers. One, his own... Hastily crafted. His first. It was a tool, little more. The second, a Jedi's. Takui . He still remembered him, thought of him often. Why had he done it? Why would he accept death? Did he not have purpose?

It didn't matter anymore.

He stalked the halls.

Another rumble.

A thought went to the battle outside, but the Force had other wishes for him. Guiding him to the top of one of the Academy buildings.

Atop a plateau one of the roofs, he could see all of it. Jedi and Sith fighting. It was as the stories said. They would rise up, they always did. All to cast down the darkness. The Dark Side. He needed it. Behind him, he heard hte thrum of a lightsabre. It sounded erratic. Danger. He dragged his crudely made hilt from his belt, the charging Jedi behind him swung at his head, Aeric ducked.

SNAP-HISS.

The crimson blade jammed itself against the Jedi's armpit. The crimson blade exploded to life, melting everything in its path. And as abruptly as it burst to life, he shut it off. The corpse's momentum taking it past him and off the roof. Another kill. Another Jedi gone... After Byss, after his first kill they meant little.

Criminals, smugglers, pirates. His time in the Core, in the underworld there saw him in contact and conflict with all types. Spice users, abusers, he killed them all. Down a spiral. His once grey eyes contorted, twisted into the faint glow of the Dark Side. And as he watched the body fall, it occurred to him.

It wasn't me.

Familiarity emanated from the presence behind him.

Dagon.

Aeric slowly turned, from the depths of the hood, his right orb, twisted with the yellow corruption of the Dark Side peered out at his brother. At him. He looked... Just how he did in the dream. Untouched by the corruption of the Dark Side. The same age, but still youthful. Not as youthful as the vision suggested. Features worn, the faintest impression of bags under his eyes. Always studious.

Jacket.

The jacket.

He's with them.

"You should've stayed on Ruusan, little brother."

 

[Creuat]

K N I G H T
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
ZIOST | ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS

I AM THE SWORD​

“The end of the oppression of the Sith begins here,”

Those words were said when the Jedi Knight along with his companions, another Jedi Knight and an Imperial Knight, bravely approached the Sith Academy on Korriban and took it by force. There was no mercy for those that studied and worshiped the dark nature of the Force. None were spared, even the youngest acolytes were killed. The Galaxy had shown so much compassion to the Sith, even daring to collaborate with them. Out of what? Greed for power? Or fear of loss?

Long time ago the Sith were let loose ravaging systems and slowly rebuilding their domain of evil at the expense of those oppressed. The Galaxy fell silent on these matters, turning a blind eye to such insidious machinations. Not even the Silver Jedi countered this menace. The duty of the Jedi to ensure and protect the peace of the Galaxy were neglected long before the realization of the New Jedi Order, allowing this parasite to feed off from its hosts.

But not all hope was lost.

The Starbird and its allies proved to the Galaxy that there were still those that would fight on its behalf against the Sith, and there was nothing to fear of the Sith. Those with the Will of Defiance proved that when they freed the Braxant Run from the clutches of the Sith, and the Alliance and the Jedi came to do the same in the Stygian Campaign.

Korriban was the beginning.

And now they would wrought the Light onto Ziost with zeal as they did on Korriban.

And never stop until the Galaxy was free of this domain of darkness.

The aura of the Dark Side was as powerful as it was on Korriban. Such damnation that was nurtured by the Sith radiated on all corners of this planet. They all knew the risks and dangers awaited for them here, but that didn’t stop them. It didn’t stop them on Korriban, and it wouldn’t with this crusade reaching Ziost. Their victory on Korriban was a hard earned one, and a bloody fight was to be expected on Ziost.

The ways of the Dark Side was indeed powerful.

But those that resisted its temptations were more powerful than they could possibly imagine.

A power that they would use to cull out the evil reeking in this Sith Academy.

By any means necessary.
​

Like Korriban, he would not have an ounce of sympathy in his goals of purging the Sith. No, he was adamant on that path. Some would argue Rhis was more zealous than his Jedi brother, the acclaimed Ryv , in this war against the Sith. The battle raged in the Academy, his Jedi companions seeking out the darkness to have their light burn it. The emerald blade of his lightsaber struck down a Sith statue that engaged him, cleaving the stone warrior in half and advanced further on the bridge that connected the Academy and the mountain it was carved on.

“Hel!” he called out to his pupil, feeling her emotions of anger as she crossed blades with a woman pertaining to the Silver Jedi. The same one Ryv faced on Dantooine. Concern rose in the Nautolan, fearing for his apprentice being a vulnerable target ripe for the Dark Side that plagued these grounds. He was about to move in to aid her until a pair of Sith Statues engaged him.

“Do not give in! Don’t lose sight of yourself!” but his words would probably fall on deaf ears as he understood the nature of his Padawan. He could do nothing until he rid himself of the statues that kept him at bay from advancing.

ALLIES | GA | NJO | Mrurh'en'lase | Hel | Dagon Kaze | Takui | Zark San Tekka | Asmundr Varobalder Jend-Ro Quill
ENEMIES | TSE | Laertia Io | Karina Lowe | Darth Daiara | Darth Tigran | Aeric Kaze | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Lark

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

the M I S T R E S S
M A L C O N T E N T​

Tag: Jax Thio​

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'You call this 'the Witching Hour'?

Every Sith Temple the Nightsister Matriarch visited contains its own amazing demons. How eager they always are to be unleashed by a capable mind, until the demons learn that they are not permitted to wreak the havoc of their own personal will. Not everyone who dares to unleash demons is a capable Sorceress.

On Ziost, a predominantly barren tundra, having accompanied her god, the Sith'ari Darth Carnifex , the Nightsister sat long in meditation of the entities which reside under the protection of the Temple's impenetrable Darkside Energy. All Light naturally is snuffed out of those who enter here to assist in utter concentration. In silent agony, her body levitated above the dust ridden stone floor, long had she focussed intent upon reaching out past the physical barriers of flesh and bone, mentally and spiritually navigating through the established Laws of Physics, to consciously coincide with those unique entities who dwell within the ethereal realm right in this very spot.

She communed with a league of Anubian Sand Demons, when within the far reaches of her consciousness, her body was made aware of the invasion which began taking place in the physical realm.

"COME!" she commanded them, drawing them in tow as her Soul returned to her body in the physical realm. Her body levitated amidst the porthole of the Nether. She uprighted as her feet touched upon the earth again. Her eyes opened to behold her surroundings, as the porthole vanished around her. The Anubian Sand Demons immediately sprouted out of the dust at her feet.

No matter how many fantastical beasts exist, none have been discovered who could brandish power equal to that of the Sith'ari, the power her coven wields.

"Jedi," she cursed through gritted teeth, her ambition stoked on settling a score.​

 

[Darth Daiara]

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill

Spoiler: The Story

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS
SAME AREA AS, BUT SEPARATE FROM, STRIKE TEAM WINDU ( Takui Creuat Mrurh'en'lase | Hel Dagon Kaze Zark San Tekka )
BAG OF TRICKS (packaged with nullification resin):

• Perspective Stone
• Jedi restraints
• Confessional talismans
• One of the Seven Husbands
• Glop grenades
• Stun blaster
• Zip ties

If and when the Jedi leadership found out what Quill had in mind, they would be...immensely cross. Exile cross, potentially. But this was a matter of conscience. And therefore, without telling a soul, Quill had come early.

He'd learned a simple and valuable truth over the years: spend a couple of days on any given world, get to know its feel, get in harmony with it as much as possible, and your sense-based abilities improved. You could find others more easily, and from farther away, and he needed every edge he could get to keep this world from overwhelming him. As violence blossomed, Quill got up from the bluff where he'd waited, Force presence concealed, for the past thirty-six hours. He shook crusted snow off his hood and shoulders, and looked down at the Sorzus Academy. Lightsabers were flaring to life out front.

The Sorzus Academy had a reputation, a serious one. It trained sorcerers and alchemists at a high level - a research institution, effectively. Were its students complicit in great sins and debased magics? Quite possibly.

That didn't mean they automatically deserved to be massacred if persuasion failed. And Quill had his doubts that persuasion would have its day.

Stiff and sore from the cold, the erstwhile Hermit of Hoth shouldered his battered backpack. He scratched frost out of his moustache as he made his way down toward the academy. He skirted the violence out front, sank a guard into pleasant tenacious dreams, and slipped in a side door he'd identified some time ago.

***

The Sorzus Academy came across as professional, sterile, no particular smell of atrocity or filth. With a kyberite confessional talisman in hand instead of a weapon, Quill padded through the unfamiliar facility as quietly as he could.

He left footprints of melting snow. Unavoidable.

Ziost Academy


Kaalia had forbidden her from entering the frontline.

Schools weren't a frontline. At least, they shouldn't be.

Her master was trying to preserve her mind, the cost of war and the power she leaned into was collecting its toll- hard and fast, she wasn't holding back. How could she?

They were purging Academies.



They were here. She could feel them in the distance, their presence like a steady war drum moving ever closer. She let out a slow breath and opened her eyes. Amber hugged the outer rims, the blue starting to recede. The ethereal form of a storm trooper wavered before her-- the spectral being blocking her path. She walked through it, ignoring the reminder of what she had done.

It dissipated into the force, leaving the room without a soul. She pushed her way through the sterile halls, a light dimming above her. The faded form of a young girl in dark robes walked with her, flickering away as quickly as she arrived. She moved to confront the main gate.


No jedi would pass.

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS
SAME AREA AS, BUT SEPARATE FROM, STRIKE TEAM WINDU ( Takui Creuat Mrurh'en'lase | Hel Dagon Kaze Zark San Tekka )
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara
BAG OF TRICKS (packaged with nullification resin):

• Perspective Stone
• Jedi restraints
• Confessional talismans
• One of the Seven Husbands
• Glop grenades
• Stun blaster
• Zip ties

Some Jedi would say empathy had its dangers. Quill saw these grand halls and vaulted chambers through the eyes of the young Sith he hunted. To them this was a place of dreams. Challenging, deadly, but a promise and a home. And in a way he was a young man again, feeling the same about the scriptorium in the Centrality's Raskava Order covert. Before he understood just how far the Raskava would go for knowledge. Before he changed his path, or the Force changed it for him.

This was a high academy for excellent students, young adults and older - no young children that he'd felt or observed. But that didn't mean every student here was fully accountable for their own choices. Growing up in a totalitarian regime and Sith indoctrination impacted their agency to one extent or another. So when Quill found a pair of acolytes or young knights moving toward the front gate, he didn't reach for his saber even when they drew theirs. Instead he smiled and held up a rippled stone sphere.

Understand - Quill had grown up in the Raskava, who know memory-theft well. He'd learned to share memory from the elders of Entooine and the Gutretee, and employed those skills many times. He'd created this Perspective Stone, which made memory-gifting much easier. Therefore, between one blink and the next, the two young Sith found themselves remembering times they'd never known.

They knew what he'd faced and overcome at their age. They knew what it was like to realize that the Dark Side had no future and offered empty promises. They knew guilt and understood that it was possible to feel whole again. They knew exactly how it felt to overflow with the Light Side of the Force as only a Jedi Master could.

As their minds reeled with healing knowledge, Quill put them into a deep sleep and made sure their skulls didn't hit the floor. He zip-tied their wrists. He picked up their lightsabers just long enough to flood and heal the red crystals, turning them and their blades a soft white.

Perspective Stone in hand, he left them there and padded down the vaulted passages in search of more Sith lives to save.

Other students and instructors were making for the confrontation outside the front gate. He intercepted one, a red-haired young woman, at the top of a double staircase that curled down into an atrium like mandibles. Or maybe she intercepted him. He wasn't entirely sure.

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



Aradia halted, unmoving as she found herself faced with an elder man. Her eyes narrowed, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as she looked beyond him and listened. She felt nothing telling from his form-- no spark of light or wash of righteous fury. Not a jedi then, except for the robe. The confusion became compounded by the lack of conflict raging up ahead. The gate had not been breeched.

He was so starkly different from the war-fearing jedi she usually encountered, she hesitated. But only for second.

Her saber hilt snapped into her hand, its blue length kept unlit. A jedi had once wielded it. Now she did, until the day came when she stopped losing her weapons in battle. Her fingers tighten around it.

"Your force signature," she demanded.

SORZUS ACADEMY
Darth Daiara

A few Sith could create a false Light signature; Quill had heard rumors of an obscure technique for wearing a false Dark presence. He had no such trick, and in any case keeping his presence hidden was a distraction he couldn't afford for long tonight. So he let his Force signature out, let the Sith girl get a sense of him-

And shrugged. For some reason the Force whispered that another memory dump wasn't the best course here. Instead he pulled the kyberite confessional talisman from around his neck and held it up. The talisman was central to, and empowered by, meditations on guilt and conscience and redemption.

Anyone but a sociopath had a conscience. A dormant one, often enough - trampled into submission or just pushed aside by the compromises of daily life. But wakeable, whatever that meant to this particular Sith. And not into despairing guilt, but into the kind of remorse that went hand in hand with hope of change and growth.

Quill remembered his youth in the Raskava with a shiver. Few indeed were the young Sith who had no regrets.

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill
​

Aradia's stomach dropped, her expression softening to bewildered horror. What it meant to be standing there, in that hall, slammed into her. This was war. The reality of it nearly brought her to her knees. She had killed and lost and would kill to stay alive. The reasoning she used and the walls she put up all melted away. She was left staring at the man she would murder too.

And she didn't want to.

The saber became too heavy, lowered limply to her side.

"What are you doing?" Came a smaller voice. Her attention snapped to the talisman, awareness stirring. "Stop that. Put that away." The words were commanding, but the tone dissolved into a plea. She did not like this. She took a step back, a defensive hand raising.

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara

The elders of Entooine, the so-called Blue Bathas, had taught Quill the trick of making memories permanent. He considered fixing this moment, this feeling, in her mind. But that would run the risk of harming her. Guilt was meant to produce growth and then to fade over time when its job was done.

He opted against it. Instead he nodded and tucked the amulet away in a belt pouch.

"So you remember who you are," he explained. "To make sure you have a future. The war's coming to Ziost tonight, and before that happens I'd rather send as many students away from here as possible."

He unslung his ragged pack and stowed the Solitude Stone and the confessional talisman. He might need them later, but he didn't want to scare this young Sith, if possible.

"How young are the youngest here? Sixteen or so, I'm guessing?"

From a certain point of view, here came the treason.

"Can I count on you to help get them out?"

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



"They won't go," she found herself saying, her mouth moving ahead of her confusion. "They have defensive points here, they'll just be hunted if they go out--" She stopped short, realizing there was no answer she could give to absolve herself of what she had done. No matter how much she wanted to with him. And he made her want to. She took another step back, her fingers tightening on the saber.

This wasn't right. He was an enemy.

"You're manipulating me," She accused, an edge entering her tone. "You're a jedi, you want them dead, you-you can't just make me forget that." It was a truth she knew all too well. For every thing she regretted, a jedi had done something horrible first. The jedi created her. It didn't matter how much she hated it, there were people alive because she did the hard things.

The saber snapped to life, her hand shaking as she raised its blue length before her. Just strike him down. Please no.

"You need to leave. Now."

SORZUS ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara

Quill pulled out his lightsaber too and, with zero hesitation, tossed it aside to clatter on the floor. What was the point of principle if you wouldn't take a risk off it?

"Not going to fight you," he said. "And no, they won't be hunted if they go outside. Not if they take my ship. No guns, but a Jedi telesponder that'll get them, you, the lot of you kids out of the system."

He tossed the ship's keycard on the floor as well, this time between them.

"I've been where you are. I was a dark apprentice at your age. Born to it, raised to it. Go on - get the youngest, the ones that don't kill pets, the ones that still have a chance at a real life. Get'em off this fething world and do it now."

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



Aradia stared, feeling him out for a hint of dishonesty. Did she want to believe him because she felt she needed to do something now, or was there something in him that she understood?

Her attention flickered to his dropped saber. Her free hand flexed, calling it to her. "What will you do?" She asked, holding it firmly in her grasp. The force wrapped around the card, bringing it to her too. She moved carefully, watching his every movement as she kept her saber between them. Fool her once, shame on you. Fool her twice...

"They want blood. They won't forgive you for this."

Her expression pinched, her guilt doing little to soften the memories of why.

"They have no mercy for people like you and me. They will kill you."

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS
SEPARATE FROM TASK FORCE WINDU
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara




"Ohhh, I see."

Quill sighed heavily.

"It's a miserable thing, coming face to face with just how far off the mark some Jedi have gone. I've been a Jedi thirty years - I've lived through every time a Jedi went bad. Ahto City, Korriban...and I've done what I can to bring justice among the Jedi. Many of us have. My name's Jend-Ro Quill, by the way. Don't worry about me. I'll take my lumps for doing the right thing, if it comes to that.

"Also," he said after another deep sigh, "I have an idea. You've clearly been through serious things at the hands of the Jedi. I'm good with memories, very good. If you're willing to share your memories of what the Jedi have done to earn these feelings, I give you my word I'll investigate. You have the sabers and I'll be distracted. If you feel me do anything other than accept whatever memories you offer, by all means take a swipe at me. Are you willing?"

She would, of course, detect no deception throughout; there wasn't any.

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



If anyone else had suggested that to her, she would have laughed. She had yet to meet a peaceful jedi-- not one that hadn't tried to take her life first. Somehow that always made the apologies that came after ring false. They were always so good at telling her she deserved it, and the only way she would deserve anything different was if she forsook her peers and let the jedi destroy them.

Jend-Ro Quill did none of that.


Was that because he had been her once? How could he stand to join up with such monstrous people? She had questions, but they stood in the middle of a corridor. The threat of exposure grew more severe as footsteps echoed from the landing below. Her eyes widened in unmistakeable panic.

"Not here. Follow me,” she implored, the sabers lowering. This was treasonous, but for a chance to fix this? She didn't care.

"And hide your jedi stink."

She turned on her heels, leading him briskly down the hall. Her heart slammed in her chest as she juggled the load in her hands, her eyes constantly snapping to the stair landing as she punched the code in.

33342

Beep.

She gestured him and his jedi robes in first. The lights were already on. He'd find himself faced with the tense eyes of a 12 year old boy. The glasses that framed his face were held together by pieces of tape. He was willowy and bruised and in his hands was a shaking gun. He didn't shoot, too locked down by fear.

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY
SEPARATE FROM TF WINDU AND MAYBE KIND OF SABOTAGING THEM
FORCE SIGNATURE VEILED, BUT IT BRIEFLY WASN'T
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara

Quill came to a screeching halt, not because of the blaster pointed at his chest but because of the bruises on that scrawny kid. And in a heartbeat he was back to his time as a Scriptor in the Raskava covert, a boy this age and this size with the exact same bruises. Anger flared unexpected and hot. He let out a shaking breath, hands up and empty, and stepped the rest of the way into the room to let Aradia follow him in.

Much as he wished for a personalized conversation with every Sith student in the academy, he simply didn't have the time. "Go to sleep, son," he said, and the abused Sithling crumpled. The blaster skittered across the floor; Quill made no move to pick it up. Instead he caught the boy before his head could strike the floor.

He glanced back over his shoulder at Aradia, who could fairly easily skewer him with her lightsaber or his. "I can get him to safety, or you can."

"The memories now, please - all you have to do is think of them, not even in any great detail or emotional depth, and I'll handle the rest. I want to know why you hate and fear the Jedi so deeply. I want to fix what can be fixed."

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



"No- wait-!" Aradia's words died in her throat, the boy crumbling into the jedi's hands. She looked on in horror, hot dread rolling through her as she expected to feel the life leave the boy's small form. It didn't.

The boy's chest rose and fell in steady breaths, peaceful as he slept. She stared on warily, her weapons lowering again.

"I put him here," came her clipped answer, trying to dissuade the jedi from further action. If Quill was already listening, he'd see the memory why. Tilon was no fighter, but he was a frighteningly brilliant alchemist. A genius, actually. It didn't stop him from being assigned to the war front. All of them had. This was their home, they were expected to serve and defend it. When said in such plain terms, Aradia agreed.

Yet when faced with the obvious terror of the child prodigy, Aradia had helped him hide. She didn't exactly know why, but the reason came in somewhere along the word 'choice'.

He needed her to concentrate. Her eyes locked onto his, a single word uttered tightly.

"Bastion."

She leaned into the memory, scrambling to piece together her overwhelmed thoughts.

It was a frightening day-- the first trial she had ever committed to. She had only wanted to please her master and protect the grounds. She had thought she was prepared. She wasn't. She told them to leave. They wouldn't.

They descended upon the school courtyard in a blaze of bolts. It had been the first time she had surrendered herself to the darkside, but her commitment had granted her the power to save herself. She shied from this, guilt redoubling as he was granted flickering images of the storm troopers whose essence she had consumed to heal a saber wound to her gut. She had never seen herself that way before. It was that, or death.

One might have expected her perspective to end there, but it didn't.

Kyber Dark was executed. The imperials turned on their sith comrades. The storm troopers turned on the school, slaughtering without reservation. Like the jedi of old.

She ended that day impaled to the courtyard wall. She hung limply, a statue's hand driven into her core.

She choked to death on her own blood, her vision going blurry as her peers died in the distance. Bastion fell.

---

Every other war was nothing compared to that one. It got easier not to think, the memories less vibrant in her mind.

---

From her perspective he would see Dantioone- the hatred in the jedi's eyes as they descended upon the temple with righteous fury.

Stop, she had demanded, throwing up barricades with the force.

They didn't.

Words did not halt them, though she tried.

She even begged.

They had come for vengeance. She wasn't strong enough to stop them, so she made herself stronger.

---

Then there was Korriban, and the bombs.

How could someone sacrifice a building full of people that way? An Academy, meant for children. She didn't understand. The jedi was her age, yet they claimed she was the brainwashed monster. She had not been able to stop the bombs, but the darkside sang freely through her that night.

---

By their hands she knew death. She knew loss, injury, and pain. They ignored her pleas. They took from her with a sense of owed due. To her, they were no better than the slave masters of her past. They were the monsters. They took, they slaughtered. They were relentless. Unmerciful. Killers.

And she was losing herself to it, her desperation to make it cease driving her down roads he'd know all too well. --She was planning something horrible, her desperation culminating into one, devastating strike ba--

She jerked her thoughts away, elbow slamming into the door as she raised her saber to his neck.

She didn't mean to show him that.

BASTION - INSIDE SORZUS ACADEMY
SEPARATE FROM TEAM WINDU
ENGAGING Darth Daiara

He'd expected bad. He hadn't expected this.

The girl's grieving pain slammed into him at a visceral level. His stomach jolted. He staggered forward, caught himself on the bunk where the unconscious boy had been cowering, and sat on the edge. And the Force blossomed around the memories, swelled past what she'd directly witnessed into visions of nearby, directly relevant words and deeds. Snippets of thirdhand information from those battles fell into place, gaining new context.

A Jedi guiding the NIO assault on the Bastion Academy - "Watch your fire, when possible use stun rounds, glop grenades and sonic weapons. We will not be killing children today. Those who resist...those who resist, do what you must." And the same Jedi, just an unsupervised Padawan himself, underestimating his own attack and impaling her, then saving her life despite the stormtroopers turning on him. An insane error on the part of whoever let that Padawan fight alone beside the NIO.

A Jedi cutting down apprentices during the assault on the Dantooine Academy. Those who resist, do what you must - the same rules of engagement, if they deserved that name. That same Jedi, having tried to talk Aradia down- "I'm not here...to kill anyone...but, if things don't change...if people like you aren't, let free from this, then many...many more people will die, like what the Sith did on Mandalore, Dac...my home. I don't want to hurt you...or any of the people you're trying to protect...I'm here to kill those who put you here, but so be it, I'm sorry." And then the attack. And a woman, a stranger, saving the youngest Sith initiates from a Jedi-backed New Imperial invasion that promised no quarter.

A Jedi planting incendiary explosives in a Sith library, deep in the Korriban Academy, while children - Sith acolytes - giggled nearby. Aradia had saved some of them. Others had died, perhaps many others, when the Jedi explosives torched the academy. And another Jedi Knight marching in to kill all remaining acolytes alongside the NIO. To purge the entire site.

Every one of those events, from the regrettable to the unconscionable...every single one was bound to the Galactic Alliance's New Jedi Order, of which Quill was a somewhat peripheral member, and its friendship with the New Imperial Order. A sense of deep betrayal and disappointment settled in.

By accident, he got the sense that Aradia had plans for vengeance. Understandable, but she reacted violently to the overshare. Between one blink and the next, her lightsaber crackled at his neck, singeing his short beard. His face was wet. Moisture hissed and crackled from the heat.

"I understand. This is why the Force brought me here tonight." He let out a shuddering breath. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Aradia."

As if there wasn't a plasma blade an inch or two from his throat.

"We should go."

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



Her hand shook, the blade wavering inside that precious inch he had to spare. His tears felt like permission to hurt. His remorse validated her pain. There was something incredibly healing about having ones experiences accepted without refute.

They had always told her, as a sith, she deserved it.

Well, all except one.

Her stomach twisted in on itself, the recollection of what she had done to that boy nearly sending her to her knees. She saw it all differently now, the words he had said ... The things she had done to shut him up... Horrible, horrible things, and in the end she didn't feel any better.

The blade left her fingers, his saber clattering to the ground between her.

"We should go."

She nodded numbly, feeling like a shell as she sat there without words. As he was left to gather the sith boy, she was left to gather herself. There was nothing in this bunk for her, not even the saber she let clatter to the ground. She didn't want to touch it. Everything felt wrong in that moment. She felt compromised. Stolen from. By jedi, and sith.

"I'll take you to others who need to leave. Just... don't take us to them."

She caught his gaze, a bit of fierceness behind the lost soul that accepted his hand. She had enemies, alright. They just weren't him.

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY, INTERIOR
FORCE PRESENCE CONCEALED
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara

Quill left his saber on the floor where she'd dropped it. After a long moment, he tucked it into his pack, just in case. It wouldn't do to let some Sith psychometrist or visionary glimpse the secret Jakku enclave.

He froze as footsteps - loud, brisk, jackbooted footsteps - sounded in the corrider. "Stay right here," he mumbled, palming the stun blaster from his pack, and slipped out of the room. There was a little crackle, like acolytes attempting Sith lightning. Quill ducked back in, swishing a black cloak over his shoulders. The all-enveloping garment wouldn't hide his ragged hermit's clothes up close, but it might be enough to pet him pass as a Sith Lord.

A Sith Lord who, with Suerton probability manipulation to grease the wheels, could conceivably lead a cohort of teenage acolytes out of the Sorzus Academy to safety.

In a moment of clarity, maybe even inspiration, he realized he had the wherewithal to create a false Dark Side signature after all. The Sorzus Academy was just this world's latest stronghold of unabashed evil. He'd spent the past two days getting in tune with this world, getting a good clear sense of it.

He'd already concealed his presence. Now he just let himself wash away, blend into the background evil, almost like Vaapad users going to the edge of the Dark. The trick, the false Dark Side signature, would only work somewhere like this, and only after attuning himself to the world in question.

Like the cloak, like the stunned Sith's lightsaber, it was only one piece of the costume. He drew on the memory of his father, a Raskava Elder - straightened up, let his face hold every bit of the grim determination that had brought him here - hefted the clawed black lightsaber - and turned to Aradia with the look and feel of a very different man. Elapsed time, under a minute.

Quill made a peremptory gesture of command. The unconscious boy levitated parallel to the floor, arms crossed on his chest.

"I am Darth...Prolix," Quill said. "Here to ensure this prodigy doesn't fall into Jedi hands. Gather your fellow acolytes and do it with haste. My vessel leaves shortly from the back plateau. Be on it."

Through the grim guise, he reached out and touched the young woman's mind, a brief spark of gentle reassurance.

"The New Jedi Order," said Darth Prolix firmly, "will not get ahold of you. Today or ever."

Ziost Academy | Jend-Ro Quill



Her dour expression faded off, a look of shock twisting to wry amusement. The jedi earned the shadow of a smile, the first of its kind. "Darth Prolix." That sounded like acne.

The sharp-witted apprentice needed no further direction. Quick was the slave that operated behind a master's back. Quicker still was the sith was something to lose.

She opened the door, letting the passing figure catch sight of her deep, submissive bow. "As you command." She straightened, the once soft edge of vulnerability wiped from the corner of her eyes. His words gave her something to fight for. Something more impassioned and less mindless than simply holding the gates and hoping for the best.

She turned on her heels, her chest lighter as she left that room behind her. "Matu--" She called out, hailing the passing group. "We have new orders. Where are the level ones?"

ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY, INTERIOR
Darth Daiara

A hunchbacked, stern, bearded, black-cloaked man in his fifties-

-carrying a clawed lightsaber with a red blade-

-levitating a valuable and unconscious young prodigy in a horizontal posture-

-radiating a false but reasonably convincing Master-level Dark Side aura-

-followed by a handful of assorted Sith acolytes in their mid to late teens-

-tended not to get challenged in a place and time like this one. In fact a few more acolytes agglomerated onto the little party, just to follow someone who looked like they knew what to do. There was violence outside. There were other evacuation efforts - senior students relocating experiments and such. 'Darth Prolix' had a mission, and thus ignored them. In fact he ignored basically everything, single-minded Sith Lord that he was. He permitted the acolytes to rescue a couple of their groggy, zip-tied comrades who'd clearly fallen afoul of Jedi infiltrators - but everyone had to catch up and keep up. Darth Prolix stopped for no-one.

Within minutes of all this beginning, he led a round dozen acolytes out a back door and into the snow. The bulk of the Sorzus Academy separated them from the violence out front; Darth Prolix had no idea what was happening out there and didn't care.

Concealed in a snowbank on the back plateau was a nondescript freighter, an ideal infiltration ship with a stolen Jedi telesponder. Prolix unsealed the doors and let them inside out of the cold. He woke the floating boy, who seemed groggy and compliant and short on short-term memory. He deputized an acolyte who seemed disciplined and professional to set a sentry watch, and gave them all firm orders not to reveal this ship's location by attacking, or using lightsabers at all in the dark. He told them another Sith - another deputized peer - would arrive very shortly with a second group and the ship's all-important keycard. Once she arrived, they were to leave the system immediately.

Some wanted to go back into the Academy with him, to fight. He impressed on them, as only a Sith Lord can, that the Empire had invested huge resources into their training at this elite academy - that some of them might be the next generation of the Empire's Dark Lords - that it was vital they leave the system. And in the end he didn't care if they understood or agreed so long as they obeyed.

They believed him. They complied. They would wait for Aradia, and then they would slip away under that Jedi telesponder ID to whatever destination she saw fit.

Darth Prolix walked back into the snowy breeze, the picture of grim loyalty to the Rule of Order, and disappeared forever.

What Aradia went on to do was nothing short of treasonous.

She didn't care. The jedi would not get their blood shed today, not where she could help it.

The apprentice of Darth Avacyn, Lady of Defiance stood upon the jedi's ship. Two dozen acolytes crowded behind her. She could feel their assorted disorientation press down upon her. Masterless and directionless-- they had no one to watch their backs. They had no choice in this path. The Jedi had come to slaughter them for wars that were not their own.

She couldn't leave them to it, consequences be damned. The doors closed under the guise of Darth Prolix's orders, ending the silent doubt that rocked her mind.

Right or wrong, a trick or not, she had committed. There was power in owning a choice.

The landing struts rose. The darkside pulsed through her veins. She reached out, muting the force signature of everyone in the ship to cloak them from jedi view. She was getting stronger...

But at what cost?

They took to the skies, all twenty-five souls given the chance to live another day. What they did with it afterwards?

Not her problem.

 

[Calruss Shiman]

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Location: SORZUS SITH ACADEMY
Allies: Ingrid L'lerim and the Sith
Enemies: The GA

It was strange setting foot on a Sith planet at first, the atmosphere made him feel at home yet deep down he knew he didn't belong here by any means. His life belonged to the Eternal Empire, not a faction who were far different from his ideals. Yet, the empire tasked him to provide assistance to the Sith who were defending themselves from the Galactic Alliance purge sweeping their way through the planet. None the less, Calruss was sure about one thing, he'd rather trust a Sith.

In a quiet classroom, Calruss sat alone in the middle of the floor meditating with his legs crossed. The fight ahead was surely going to be brutal for anyone taking part, especially the students who were probably more than anxious of the threat heading their way. The teen didn't have a particular task other than help defend the Academy with the rest, who were more than likely having contacts right now. To many peoples eyes Calruss was probably seen as another student attending the illustrious establishment, however he was far from that. He had skills that were way ahead of his age and power that any student could dream of, all of it being from tireless and none stop training that had sacrificed most of his childhood. Something of which he didn't regret by the slightest.

Without warning, the sound of blaster fire and explosions soon began to pick up as well as the activity that was outside of the classroom door. Four students came rushing in out of breath, soon stopping in their tracks when they see the teen still meditating in the middle of the room. Calruss slowly opened his eyes and stared at the group, who all seemed to be young and scared from what was happening outside "What are you doing here... I thought you were meant to be with your instructor" asked Calruss who swiftly got up to his feet and calmly began to walk over. They all looked at themselves confused, until one of them bravely decided to reply for the rest "We- we lost him..." he grumbled out, all of their heads lowering in shame.

Kids... even if most of them had potential they still were still as useless as a box of rocks. Calruss let out an audible sigh and shook his head, disappointed by their lack of direction "It speaks volumes when a student can't even follow simple instructions, don't you think? none the less, your education is none of my concern" the teen said sternly as he pushed passed them to the doorway, his hand reaching for the handle "W-where is your teacher? you attend the academy do you not?" one of them questioned, forcing Calruss to turn their attention to them once more "No, nor am I a Sith if that's your next question" he said in an annoyed tone this time, wanting to get out before the student bombard him with more questions "Now sit tight for awhile, if I can't be bothered to come back navigate your way to the library yourself. I'm sure all of you have the knowledge to find your way there, correct?" Calruss asked who was soon met with a row of nodding heads "Now, shut up and sit down back there"

Calruss opened the door and carefully made his way outside the classroom, his eyes darting around the corridors in both directions. He didn't have to baby sit the students, but he felt obligated to help his Sith allies at least save some of their students along the way. Even if it meant losing his mind over their constant questions. Igniting his lightsaber, he began to walk in the direction of the library, checking to see if the path was clear before moving the students away

 

[Otto Shule]

Outer Rim Territories // Xappyh Sector // Tiss'Sharl.
Tiss'Sharl League Chambers.
Mid-Afternoon // Galactic Standard Time.
Dressed to Kill.​

:// NO MORE STRINGS <<
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When the Vice-Chancellor came to me with his scheme, I had to admit - I was impressed. The Sith Empire had long been a self-sufficient entity on the fringes of space. They exploited their citizens and force-fed them propaganda, making it so that they wholly relished the oppressive regime. Thus, their economy stabilized in some fashion and allowed the Empire to pour every available asset into their seemingly inexhaustible war machine. ​

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Sadly, as there wasn’t any commerce being imported or exported from the Sith-Imperial borders - their enemies found themselves unable to put a chokehold on their economic prowess. More drastic measures would need to be employed as their most profitable worlds were nearest to the Empire’s heartland - protected by their vast armada’s. ​

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With the victories at Felucia and Korriban and the distraction offered at Dantooine and Bastion, that fertile heartland was now open to exploitation. ​

​

I remembered smiling as that realization took hold and was all too happy to volunteer my services and that of Republic Engineering. It was true that I was no longer the public figurehead of the Corporation but as the former Director and a Political Envoy? Well, it sufficed to say that my influence would definitely grease the palms of the Tiss’Sharl League. At least, it would work in theory.​

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As the appointed hour arrived, I joined my fellow envoys as we travelled into the Outer Rim. The transit was filled with ample conversation and side-eyed glances. The former was the most enjoyable, while the latter was… questionable. I often questioned the Vice-Chancellor behind his reasoning for bringing the vaunted Lord-Imperator but was deflected for reasons of posterity. My positronic matrix understood that it would’ve been foolish to further pursue the matter, especially when that ancient adage came into play. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.​

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It was no honour for the man to be selected, then. He was chosen and subsequently invited to participate in these talks so that the most influential people in the Alliance - aside from the Chancellor herself - could see this man’s fallacies for themselves. The selection could have also been to draw the Imperial Lordling away from their holdings, to allow the more shadowy institutions of the Alliance to work unhindered. But, that was mere speculation and conjecture, which held little bearing on the meeting with the League. ​

I could only hope that the Vice-Chancellor knew what he was doing.​

The Jungles of Tiss’Sharl were an exciting sight to behold. A curving thicket laid beyond a pane of Glasteel that overlooked a nearby valley populated with beautiful structures. In many ways, the scene was idyllic in comparison to what was likely transpiring elsewhere. It was a shame to abandon the sight, but as the Chambers were made ready - it would’ve been a foolish endeavour to remain behind.​

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And so, with synthetic flesh dancing across the woven fabric, I tightened the knot that rested atop my artificial sternum. Appearances were important. Not only in the realm of politics, as the people wouldn’t support an ill-kept candidate, but in the realms of conflict and commerce as well. Everyone had their part to play and needed to be dressed accordingly. Thus, I ensured to clad myself in my finest suits - woven from Shell-spider silk, which would double as armour should the necessity arise. ​

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As we were meeting with the Sith, however, an additional layer of precaution needed to be taken. While it was unlikely that they would determine my synthetic status with ease, I needed something else to complete the ruse. Thus, as the other Delegates began filing into the readied room, I drew a small phial from my armoured blazer’s interior folds. The translucent liquid within spun about as the stopper came free. It was a lubricant created to bequeath the artificial imbiber a presence within the Force. ​

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There were enough Midi-Chloroxian’s within the phial for my person to appear as nothing more than what I was designed to replicate. Human, in all senses of the word. ​

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I turned towards the Chambers of the League with the phial emptied and entered without any bluster or fanfare. I greeted my compatriots with a polite nod and offered the same compliments to those that sat in opposition. While it was true that we were here to wrest the commerce of the Tiss’Sharl away from the Sith Empire - it seemed ill-advised to show their chosen representatives any vitriol. ​

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Especially when it was the allies of the Empire that arrived first.​

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As the Chloroxian’s flowed through my systems, I had to caution myself against any unguarded and errant lines of thought. Unlike before, my positronic matrix - disguised as a human brain - could easily have the surface thoughts lifted without my notice. Usually, such an act would require a more brutal approach, requiring crude instruments and an experienced slicer at the controls. Thankfully, the worst thing that I would have to worry about was guarding my thoughts and keeping my cards close to my chest.​

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Upon taking my seat, I nodded towards the Vice-Chancellor, indicating that I was ready for the proceedings to begin. There was no time to waste, after all. ​

| Aerarii Tithe | Brama Tagge | Gat Tambor | Enlil | The Executive | Marlon Sularen |
| Ingrid L'lerim | Alli Vern | Telis Taharin-Zambrano |​

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Command Center
[Changing Target for a portion of air defense]

Punishment.

The shadows flickered with the faint glow of emberlight, a quiet crackling overcoming the silence as the Sith uniforms were peeled away by dull, gnawing flames. Nearly every body strown about the command center was contorted into portraits of agony, their last, merciless moments still frozen on their faces. Those who had been lucky were slumped over sparking consoles - their backs burst open in a stringy mess of pink pulp, under which could he seen the charred pillar of bone that had once been a spine.

Vulcanus meandered through this carnage of his own making, ignoring the incessant blabbering from the Sith battlenet. Reports of Jedi incursion, frightened lessers desperately calling for a reply. They would hear none, not from the command center where all that was left to man the orbital defenses were the automated systems. The burning shadow stopped before one of several charred corpses on the floor, its chest splayed and one of his warriors rummaging hungerly inside.

"Kantus" The Lord of Embers demanded, prompting the Warrior's blood soaked head to shoot up and out of the open chest - chin still dripping with carnage. The warrior scurried back a step, bowed it's head to its God and thrust an entrail wrapped claw towards a nearby door. Vulcanus left his follower to its meal without another word.

A shriek of agony welcomed the Lord of Embers as he entered the office. Kantus, a thin imposing priest in spiked armor and dawning an anvil-shaped helm, towered above the wreckage of shelves and personal affects. The priest faced down an Imperial Sith officer who cowered back in a chair that lay in the priest's shadow - gripping a fingerless palm wrapped in crimson ooze.

The priest bowed to Vulcanus as he entered and the officer tried to speak, but it came out only as nonsense mumbled through tears and pain. "My divine lord" Kantus hissed in Graug speak, pointing the tip of a wicked, dripping blade towards the tortured officer, "this lesser defies us. I have taken the fingers of his hand and still he refuses"

Vulcanus scoffed, striding towards the desk that sat between him and the Imperial. The officer's eyes grew wider as the nightmare came clearer into view.

"Am I not your Pillar of War?" Vulcanus questioned in basic, a sadistic smile peeling his necrotic gums, "have you not been taught yet what it means to defy me?"

The officer tried to speak, slurred and recooperated, "Traitor. Treason"

The words were gasped more than spoken - coughed out between shaking lips and whatever shock the torture had dealt to him. "The Sith awakened me to commit war - so I will oblige them, lesser. You cannot stop that. Total War will be waged just as the Zambranos want it to be and both your Empire and The Jedi will be punished for it."

The beast leaned across the desk, claws gouging the wood as it began to smolder beneath his touch. "All that you can change is the pain you endure."

The fire grew steadily higher and as it did, Vulcanus pushed the heat towards the officer with the force - bubbling the flesh of his arm instantly. The torture would continue for some time until the officer had given him what he wanted. Access to the targeting solutions. Vulcanus was Pillar of War and now that his chain was broken he would wage conflict in his own way. When he had brought his orders to the orbital defense command the officers denied him - spoke to him of treason. Told him The Sith did not wage war in such a way.

They showed weakness and were punished. Those who fled were chased down by his warriors. Those who stayed were burned. Now their deaths to save Ziost destruction meant nothing - for God's always got what they wanted.

Stepping from the office, Kantus and his God left the dying man to his pain. "Ready the hordes. When the Jedi breach the city send them through the sewers and into the streets. Leave nothing alive."

"As you command, my Divine Lord. What of these codes you obtained?"

The burned God smiled, "take them to the command center. Turn the weapons on the city. Bury these lessers beneath the rubble and send these Jedi scrambling to save the weak.

They and The Sith can fight over rubble, The Graug will take what is left."

The turn came swiftly. Across the planet, but namely in the capital and New Adasta, turbo lasers fell silent. While hypervelocity cannons and other skylocked weapons continued to shake the surface, the turrets of less stoic anto-air weapons suddenly shifted. Barrels fell away from the sky, taking rested aim at the cities themselves.

The first barrage was defeaning. As Jedi shuttles fell through the atmosphere the turrets pummeled buildings and streets alike. Civilians disappeared in clouds of debris and fire, buildings tumbled and fires roared. Vulcanus' orders even rained fire down upon The Sith's own citadel and academy, causing cascades of rocks to tumble upon friend and foe alike.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Equipment: Armour, Rifle, Gas Grenades, Sidearm 1, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.
Romi Jade

Darkness permeated the ruins. It was both metaphysical and natural. A thick fog hung over them. The miasma of the Dark Side clouded vision and senses to an extent, even those of powerful Forcewielders. Enyo had never excelled at Force Sense. Luke Skywalker had supposedly once said that a Master faced the choice between throwing rocks or reading ripples. One could not hear a whisper when one was shotung all the time. One could liken it to a choice between power and insight. Enyo was firmly in the former category, much like her template, ironically.

As a result, she could not magically pinpoint Force-Users from far away. However, there were ways around that. There was a jolt in her skull and she opened up the link. Stecher Wasp Droids were small, cheap and the proverbial fly on the wall. She had deployed a bunch of them. For someone who was a hired gun - and had always been terribly upfront about the fact that she was here for the Empire's credits, and nothing else - it was wise to remain abreast of the flow of the battle.

It was useful to keep tabs on your enemies...and temporary allies of convenience. In this particular case, the wasp in question sent her an admittedly very blurry image of Jedi advancing upon the ruins. She focused on one in particular. The image appeared on her HUD, joining the stream of data miniaturised surveillance droids and HRDs alike sent her of the situation on the battlefield. One showed buildings being bombarded by what her source suspected were Sith cannons. Typical.

Enyo moved towards where she expected her quarry to be headed. Her armour's integrated Taozin amulet would blur her Force Signature, making it difficult to sense her presence, while its Refled coating concealed her from most electronic sensors. Detection was, of course, not impossible, but it would help her blend in.