Faction The Sack Of Kynachi (OPEX/The Diarchy)

[Kael Virex]

The Sack of Kynachi:

As the transmission cut, Kael stared into the abyss where a member of VSOG stood with initial findings just moments ago. The contact was correct; the logistics banks were full, and there was so much food that even a small percentage would keep the ship running for some time. That, however, was not the goal. Provisions would be nice, but the weapons and ammo were what was needed.

Kael turned away from the console an began making his way to the hanger, before long they will have slipped past stations with the provided codes and begun the raid.

"Sir, VSOG has made contact. They have confirmed a large depot of weapons and munitions."
"Security?"
"Nothing the SCU can't handle, sir."

Vael nodded slightly and dismissed the man. If the security was lighter than expected, then they likely wouldn't be expecting an aggressor to swing in full force.

Kael made his way to the hangar at a quick pace, slipping through the corridors of the shield-maiden with ease. This ship had been his home since the Fel Imperium fell, and he knew it like the back of his hand. Before long, he had reached the shield-maiden's hanger.

"Attention on deck!"
"At Ease." Kael swatted his hand lightly, he still wasn't used to being the most important one in any room.

A small group of men, officers, began making their way through the chaos of the men loading into the AAL-1971 transports, directly towards Kael. The whole hanger was abuzz, hundreds of men loading into the 10 transports.

"Sir, Inspections are completed, the men are loading up and ready to go upon arrival."
"Total counts?"
"242 packs in 10 transports, sir."
"Plus 13 on the ground... Very well, board your ships, gentlemen, you know your orders."

Kael walked to a small hatch on the near side of the hangar, a small personal stash for his equipment. He affixed his armor, pulled up his satchel and helmet, and grabbed his rifle. Before long, he was climbing into the back of his personal transport.

"All ships... All Ships." Even inside his transport, he heard the unmistakable roar of the hangar doors grinding open, metal on metal echoing throughout the large bay. "The Light is green. All transports cleared to launch."

As the ships lifted from the deck and began pouring out of the sides, it became immediately apparent, even from within the shuttle, that they were launching in-atmosphere. As Kael's transport lowered near the armory, sirens began blaring, and as the ramp dropped and the 7 rushed out behind him, he found a stack of corpses and no OPEX casualties.

Kael peaked over the guardrails at the edge of the landing pad, there, nestled at the base of the depot, was a small town.

"Captain!"
"Yessir!" The short, bearded man jogged over.
"Send a platoon down there, block entrances to the depot on the ground."

After a quick back and forth between a lieutenant and the captain, a detachment of 35 troopers began moving down the stairways towards the front, ready to raise the entire settlement if any resistance popped up.


Objectives:

1: Stop the team headed to the logistics depot from looting weapons and ammo
2: Stop the team raiding the rations factory and storehouses
3: BYOO

 

[Souls of the Lilaste order]

It was supposed to be a straightforward supply run routine enough that both the Crimson Vultures and Ember Hounds squads felt comfortable letting their guard down, just a bit. The newly formed Red Lancers battalion had dispatched only two squads to Kynachi, trusting the planet's relative quiet to keep the mission simple.

Two LAET MKII gunships rested quietly on the depot's hangar platforms, engines humming at standby. Soldiers moved with casual efficiency, transferring crates loaded with excess LO-48B armor into the nearby armory storage. The afternoon sun cast elongated shadows across the dusty courtyard, lending an atmosphere of calm to the operation. Sergeant Renn Darro leaned casually against a stack of armor crates, scanning the horizon with a vaguely bored expression. He glanced sideways at Sergeant Nyla Varun, who stood nearby, reviewing an inventory datapad.

"Pretty tame for our first official run with the Lancers, isn't it?" Renn remarked lightly, adjusting his helmet under one arm.

"Enjoy it," Nyla replied, eyes still on the datapad. "Calm means no casualties."

Nearby, Private Kint Drox nudged Private Levo Garliss with his elbow, grinning as he lifted another crate. "Think we'll ever get to use this armor ourselves, or are we just Kynachi's personal delivery service?"

"this stuff? our LO-58A is better qquality this is just surpluse gear gifted to the locals," Levo countered dryly, shouldering his modified LO-27R.

Across the landing pad, Corporal Syi'tarra Nok stood silently beside Private Hasken Trawl, her keen eyes and sharp montrals alert despite the relaxed atmosphere. Hasken, his own rifle resting comfortably in his grip, sighed dramatically. "You know," Hasken muttered quietly, "you're allowed to relax a little. No one's shooting at us."

Nok turned her head fractionally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yet."

Specialist Vex Torren moved methodically among the crates, quietly inspecting their integrity. He paused only briefly when Private Juro Vane approached, datapad in hand. "Hey, Vex," Juro said cheerfully, tapping away at the pad. "Got bets going with Drox that something explodes before we leave. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Vex raised an eyebrow, face stoic. "Not yet. Ask me again in five minutes." Juro chuckled, shaking his head as he returned to monitoring local comm frequencies, his fingers moving deftly over his slicing gear.

At the other side of the hangar platform, Private Fersha Vrenn leaned back against a gunship's landing strut, her medic kit open at her feet as she meticulously checked supplies. Private Gharv D'thol stood nearby, arms folded, eyes scanning the quiet depot grounds. "Relax, big guy," Fersha quipped. "No one's getting hurt today."

Gharv snorted gently, eyes never leaving the perimeter as he squeeled his response. "Someone always finds a way."

A low laugh drifted over from Private Veer Takk, who was busy setting thermal grenades onto his utility belt. "Optimism, Gharv! Let's keep it positive." "Positive they'll find trouble," Private Sillo Ekk interjected calmly, perched atop a stack of crates, rifle resting loosely across his knees. "We always do."

Sergeant Nyla Varun finally looked up from her datapad, scanning the relaxed troops and the tranquil landscape beyond. "Stay sharp," she warned mildly, more out of habit than immediate concern. "Routine or not, we're still Red Lancers." Darro nodded in agreement, turning his gaze back to the horizon. Routine or not, he'd learned the galaxy had a way of turning quiet moments into chaos without warning.

The peaceful afternoon shattered without warning. A sudden, thunderous roar tore through the sky above the Kynachi depot. Moments later, a barrage of heavy blaster fire and explosive ordnance slammed into the facility's perimeter, throwing the previously tranquil operation into chaos. Concrete erupted into dust clouds, alarms wailed, and troopers scrambled for cover.

"Contact! Hostile contacts inbound northwest flank!" Corporal Nok's normally restrained voice pierced through comms. Her sharp eyes were already tracking enemy dropships as she chambered a .30-06 slug into her LO-16D rifle which she modified into a sniper rifle. Without hesitation, she exhaled, squeezed the trigger, and watched through her scope as an attacker staggered, dropping instantly to the landing pad below.

"Positions, now!" Sergeant Renn Darro barked, snapping on his helmet. "Vultures, staggered firing line—open with slugs!"

His squad moved swiftly, veterans of countless drills. Private Kint Drox leapt behind cover, hefting his LO-18D assault rifle, immediately unleashing precise bursts of armor-piercing slugs into advancing enemy infantry. Beside him, Private Levo Garliss braced the stock of hisLO-27R LMG against his shoulder, the A.A.S.H MKII stabalizing arm absorming the majority of teh recoil. He shouted over the roar, quoting fiercely, "In flame or dust—stand firm!"
The Ember Hounds responded in kind. Sergeant Nyla Varun moved fluidly into position, calmly directing her squad as though the chaos were simply another training exercise. "Hounds, shield wall advance cover! Gharv, suppressive fire!"

Private Gharv D'thol, the massive Gamorrean soldier, grunted in acknowledgment, lifting the formidable LO-35R Gatling gun from its rest with practiced ease. Its barrels spun up with an intimidating whine before belching forth streams of heavy .30-06 rounds, carving through enemy ranks like a scythe.the rest of the squad projected thier LO-Va'karis Shield's. through thier gauntlets activating a shield wall in the depots entry way

"Keep that pressure on!" Nyla shouted, eyes sharp as she coordinated her forces. Beside her, Corporal Brunt Kolek laughed aloud, booming voice filling the comms as he pumped rounds from twin LO-18D rifles two of his four Besalisk arms maintaining perfect aim while the other two loaded fresh magazines. "Who said quiet days were boring!" What had begun as a routine supply run had quickly unraveled into a desperate firefight. The unexpected raid would now test not only the Red Lancers' resolve but also their reputation a chance to prove whether the Lilaste Order truly lived up to the legend

Kael Virex

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Bulwark II Class Star Destroyer - DSD -The Vault

Hands clasped behind his back, the Diarch stared out his viewport. The Executive Officer approached with sharp clicking of boots, dutiful and with purpose.

Officer: "Diarch Rellik sir, we have sensory alarms from a Kynachi colony. It appears a raiding party has made landfall in a staging faciility, bypassing security with proper codes. Furthermore, we have concerns about the proximity of the town to the facility. It appears they are being held at gun point while the raid is ongoing."

Pondering the information for a moment, Rellik determined it would probably be more beneficial to stage nearby and wait for the raiders to leave before attacking. Ensuring the civilians were not collateral damage in the conflict.

"What are the reports from local DAF (Diarchy armed forces) security services?"

Officer: "It appears that they, along with two squads of the Lilaste order are engaging the enemy."

"Get us to Kynachi. Prepare for landfall and activate my RDB-01 Dra'khan Sentinel Droid's"

There was no hesitation in following the orders, the ship roared to life with communications and the movement of personnel. Already being in space doing some self reflection on the galaxy as it was one of the only places Rellik could be where he was left alone, he could travel down the Braxant Run hyperlane and arrive hopefully in time to make a difference. It was actually the two Lilaste Order squads there that gave him reason to join the fight. If the Lilaste were there, than this would be a fight that might push the raiders into taking hostages.

Kael Virex Laphisto

 

[Kael Virex]

The Factory:

"Sniper!"

The word rang across the landing pad, followed by the thud of one of the SCU Members hitting the floor, hard. A moment later, chaos erupted as a barrage of bolts from the upper level began raining down on the platoons.

"Get to Cover!" Kael looked around as the men rushed behind any obstacle they could. "2nd platoon, breach that building, 3rd platoon, get heavy weapons pointed at that second level."

As Kael barked orders, a small detachment of men sprinted towards one of the landed shuttles, narrowly dodging bolts and slug rounds from the flurry above. They disappeared behind the ramp, then moments later, the 4 returned carrying a disassembled HMG. In drilled perfection, they assembled the parts of the weapon. As it was clicked into place, one of the assistants was hit twice, convulsing before dropping.

"Man Down!"
"Get that gun up!" Kael lunged from his cover, sprinting to and then across the walkway where 2nd platoon was breaching the door.

As the door was blown open by a small charge, Kael rushed in. 2 civilian workers moved to surrender, but without hesitation, Kael squeezed the trigger twice, and they dropped. As the bodies hit the floor, Kael recognized the familiar sound of the friendly HMG spinning up and spewing bolts to the upper level.

The team moved quickly, clearing the current level whilst the 7 VSOG operatives fell in on Kael's position, tracing his every move with veteran skill and efficiency. In less than five minutes main bay was secured, and about five more civilians and a group of startled defense forces were dropped.

"Second Platoon!"
"Yessir!" The platoon commander, a younger man, sprinted up to Kael immediately, obviously flustered by the chaos both inside and outside the building.
Kael pointed to the rickety walkway that led towards the upper level where the enemy team was, "Clear that hole."
"Aye, sir!"

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The Armory:

The shuttles had not yet opened their doors when a mass of blaster fire unloaded into the field where the men of Bravo Company landed.

Chaos ensued as the 121 men of the 3 platoons dived for cover wherever they could find it. Only 100 meters from the landing spot lay the perimeter of the armory. Radio operators immediately began screaming over their comms that they were pinned on arrival as the platoons scrambled to regroup.

As the fury of fire honed in on the cover of the teams, several began bounding forward. One SCU member, a veteran washout of VSOG, stood, he dodged and weaved blaster fire as he began sprinting, the remainder of the SCU immediately began suppressing the enemy perimeter. As man made it to the perimeter, he lit and threw a flare. The flare had just barely left his hand as a volley of Gatling fire ripped through him. He screamed in agony, dropping to the ground in a pool of melted metal and flesh.

The SCU sat in position, gattling fire ripping over them.

One radio operator, utilizing his Galac-Tac RT-94 manpack, keyed in "Zulu one, this is Sierra 5-7. Requesting air support. Be advised, danger close."
"Afirmative Sierra 5-7, ETA 1 mike, over."

On the perimeter, one of the Defense forces grabbed the flare, as he rose over the wall in an attempt to throw it back over, one of the SCU members placed two bolts perfectly in his torso, and the man collapsed. In the distance, the roar of engines grew louder.

The SCU, still pinned under enemy fire, glared up at the sight of two Z-95s zooming over them and the armory. A second later, a flash of light and an explosion rocked the outer wall. At only 100 meters, the concussive force knocked several men over, and some of the closer ones were thrown several meters. As smoke bellowed over where the wall used to be, the gunfire stopped. The SCU held position for a moment until the Commander, who had been to this point hiding near the shuttles, stood and raised his blaster.

"Charge!"

The three platoons stood and began sprinting towards the smoke, and as they entered, they systematically shot down every last limping or injured survivor.

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The Town:

As the 1st platoon reached the bottom of the stairs leading to the main factory entrance, the sound of automatic fire began echoing from the landing pad.

"Sir, should we go help?"
"Negative, our orders are to stay down here. Director Virex will contact us if he needs support."
"Respectfully, Sir, has he ever?"
The platoon commander, visibly irritated, raised his hand and motioned towards the base of the main stairway. "Men, set the perimeter here. We need to ensure that no surprises get to the Director."

There was a series of grunts and acknowledgments from the men as they quickly jogged down the last section of the stairway and began setting up next to the pillars at the base of the walkway. A small group of men ran into the street, grabbing whatever objects they could to try to form a small barricade. They moved quickly, but it wasn't fast enough. Very quickly a crowd began to form around the make-shift perimeter as people became concerned and confused by these unknown troops and the sounds of battle. A crowd began to form, 20-30 maybe.

"What's going on!" Yelled a younger female alien.
"Why are you here?" Questioned older gentlemen, visibly concerned. The crowd began growing quickly as the chaos from the factory echoed with such ferocity that before long it seemed that half the town had gathered at the steps.

The yelling and commotion were growing, and the lieutenant became visibly worried.

"Secure that perimeter," He barked.

The men tightened their formation.

As the crowd grew louder, the Lieutenant climbed a few steps and raised his hands to amplify his voice. "All of you, return to your homes and businesses at once, this is none of your concern, move along!"

A single brick flew from the crowd, smacking one of the junior SCU platoon members in the head, as the brick contacted his face, blood and concrete flew backward,s and the young man collapsed to the ground. Another member was shoved by a civilian.

"Sir, Johnson is dead!" one of the men screamed, almost drowned out by the sounds of screaming and voices.

One civilian reached for the barrel of an SCU member's rifle, she yanked her weapon back and whacked them in the temple with the stock.

The chaos was broken in an instant as the sound of a single blaster bolt echoed through the crowd. Everyone, including the mob, froze. One of the SCU members looked down at his flak jacket and staggered back. A hole was burned right into his chest.

As the man fell to the ground, the SCU Lieutenant screamed. "Open Fire!"

---

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[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Orbit above Kynachi – DSD The Vault
Time: Shortly after the crowd incident

The silence of the command deck was broken by the sharp chime of an urgent communique. Rellik's golden eyes, once distant and thoughtful as he watched the blue curvature of Kynachi through the viewport, sharpened with immediate focus.

Communications Officer: "Diarch, ground reports from the town are escalating. A civilian crowd formed near the factory perimeter. the situation deteriorated. Reports say the civilians tried to actually dissuade and than attack the raiders when their commander gave the order to open fire upon them, the situation has changed and there are now civilian casualties sir."

"Pull up visuals. Patch me into all active feeds from the town's perimeter and the factory. I want to see what they saw."

Holo-displays snapped into formation before him. The factory. The crowd. The panic. A brick hurled. A soldier falling. The chaos and fear in the eyes of people who moments ago were just neighbors. Merchants. Parents. Children.

He turned, cloak whispering behind him as he strode toward the hanger. His voice lowered into the secure channel that connected only to his elite forces.

"Deploy RDB-01 Sentinels to the streets. Non-lethal suppression only. I want that crowd alive. I want every soldier who fired a round held for questioning. Anyone who shot a civilian will answer directly to me. They will experience a fate worse than death."

There was hope this would be cleaner, what he had not accounted for was the Diarchal spirit filling the citizens. Through his rage and disgust, he was still proud each person was willing to come and fight for their home. The homes they had built together with them.

"Begin descent."

Tags: Kael Virex Laphisto

 

[Souls of the Lilaste order]

The concussive blast from the Z-95 bombing run shattered the perimeter wall, hurling chunks of duracrete and clouds of dust across the depot courtyard. Sergeant Renn Darro struggled to his feet, ears ringing violently. His HUD flickered and reset as he stumbled forward, quickly scanning the aftermath through the haze of smoke and debris.

"Vultures, sound off!" he barked urgently over comms. The replies came in rapidly, strained yet professional:

"Drox here armor scorched, still mobile."

"Juro up, systems stable, but shield offline!"

"Nok good," came Corporal Nok's terse response, voice tight as she resumed targeting advancing enemies through the smoke.

Private Hasken Trawl's voice broke through raggedly, "Trawl here left arm compromised, armor fractured at the shoulder joint. Still firing."

Darro's heart tightened as he saw Specialist Vex Torren lying motionless beneath scattered rubble. "Medic, get to Vex now!" he ordered sharply.

Private Elra Vell responded instantly, dropping beside the fallen demolitions expert. "Armor integrity compromised, multiple fractures. He's breathing, but critical I need extraction now!"

Across the courtyard, Sergeant Nyla Varun gathered Ember Hounds behind the shimmering barrier of their LO-Va'karis shields. "Hold the line!" she shouted firmly, ignoring the blackened scorch marks marring her own armor. "Levo, Gharv cover fire! Suppress those advancing troops!"

Private Levo Garliss slammed another drum of .30-06 into his LO-27R, grunting under sustained enemy fire as the recoil kicked heavily, despite his stabilizing rig. Next to him, Private Gharv D'thol, massive and undaunted, spun up his LO-35R Gatling gun once more. The Gamorrean soldier roared defiantly, barrels glowing red-hot as the heavy rounds tore mercilessly through the enemy ranks, forcing attackers to dive desperately for cover.

"Gunships!" Darro yelled urgently, spotting the two LAET MKII transports still intact. "We need their firepower now!"

Without hesitation, Corporal Brunt Kolek sprinted through the chaos, swiftly swinging into the closest gunship's open side. He seized control of the door-mounted LMG, quickly bringing the weapon to bear on enemy positions. using one arm to use the LMG and two others wielding LO-18D rifles and his forth arm being used to reload His booming voice rang confidently through comms. "Time to even the odds!"

Private Sillo Ekk, steady as always despite the chaos, slid smoothly into the single available ball turret beneath the same gunship. The turret swiveled rapidly, placing precise blaster bolts into enemy officers and heavy weapon teams, causing immediate disarray.

Yet the second gunship's weapons sat idle, facing away from the conflict, useless in the immediate firefight. Its potential would have to wait.

Private Veer Takk stumbled from the blast's aftershock, armor heavily scorched, his HUD flickering. He staggered upright, voice tense but firm. "Shield emitter damaged I'm combat effective but compromised!"

Another wave of enemy fire punched into their positions, a sustained barrage of heavy blaster bolts testing armor limits. A concentrated burst caught Private Fersha Vrenn in the side, knocking her down hard. She gasped in pain, armor cracked open along her lower ribs. "Medic's hit need cover!"

Varun's jaw tightened as she saw her medic down, her voice rising in urgency. "Gharv, Veer, shield her! Drag her to cover, now!" The pair obeyed instantly, shielding their wounded comrade as they pulled her to safety behind a battered stack of crates. Even now, under mounting pressure, their discipline held firm.

Sergeant Darro activated emergency channels through his comm, voice grimly controlled:

Diarch Rellik "Red Lancer Command, this is Vulture-One and Hound-Two at Kynachi Armory! Heavy losses sustained enemy airstrikes confirmed. Vex Torren critical, multiple wounded. Requesting immediate evac and close air support armor integrity critical, ammunition low. Gunship support limited, position tenuous. Send reinforcement immediately!"

Switching off comms, Darro met Varun's fierce gaze through the smoky battlefield, nodding sharply in acknowledgment of their shared determination. "Hold firm!" he called out defiantly, his voice echoing over the roar of combat. "lets show these raiders the red line. lancers!" With renewed determination, the surviving soldiers squared their shoulders, pushing forward into defensive positions once more. Battered armor, bleeding wounds, and dwindling ammunition would not break them not now.


Kael Virex

 

[Kael Virex]

The Factory:

As the upstairs door kicked open, there were sounds of several screams and blaster bolts before a radio call came in.

"Clear, sir, we have 6 tangos down, over."
"Roger, blue casualties?"
"Negative, sir."

Virex drew his hand slowly away from the radio, surveying the inside of the factory. The complex had a large, open floor plan; the side they had entered was a raised platform overlooking the main production area. The dim yellow-white lights trailed off for what seemed like forever on the production grounds below. There, against the bulkheads of the factory, just across from the assembly line, packaging rations and cowering workers, was the entrance to the storeroom.

Virex called his guards over and alerted them over the radios for the teams to link up. Cutting right, past the many support pillars holding the roof, Kael followed the railing until he reached near the far wall, spotting a lift and an empty cart.

As the teams climbed aboard, one of the SCU members grabbed the empty cart, activating it and guiding it to the lift with the team. One of the men shouted to his squadmates, prompting more men to gather up as the lift jerked to life and began slowly descending to the factory floor. As the lift touched down on the lower level, Kael and VSOG immediately secured a perimeter. More carts were gathered from around the area by the SCU as the men rushed into the storeroom.

It was quiet, and it appeared that, as of now, it was safe.

---

The City

As the barrage of blaster fire ripped through the crowd, multiple civilians were blasted to the ground, There were screams and panic as the crowd began dispersing and running in different directions.

"Pursue them, anyone with a blaster is to be considered a combatant," barked the Lieutenant.

There were a few acknowledgements as the squads broke off, save for the lieutenant, the Radio operator, and the Medic.

As the squads broke off, there was a rush of blasterfire, with team leaders calling in enemy contacts and enemy casualties. The streets had erupted into pandemonium as the SCU began kicking in doors, going house-to-house searching for weapons and opening fire on anyone who tried to resist.

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The Armory

An SCU Captain, flanked by some juniors, moved in a combat glide through the smoke and rubble towards the entrance of the armory. As he stepped over the debris and bodies of the fallen, he saw a black silhouette slip along the wall of the building. He swung his rifle left, aiming down the sights.

"Contact!"
"Friendly. Don't fire!"

Emerging silently from the soot and dust-filled wall, a man in black with tactical gear and a face covering stepped out.

"Little trigger happy there, Captain?"
"VSOG? When did you get here?"
"About two hours before you did, Sir." The operative raised his left fist, prompting several more operatives to emerge from concealed locations surrounding the SCU Units.

Silently, the men formed two columns, stacking on either side of the main entrance doors, "You might want to step back, Sir." Said one of the operatives as the team leads began pulling charges out of their bags and placing them on the door.

"Set!"
"Ready!"

"Boom!" An explosion blew a large hole into the door, leaving enough room for both teams to enter side-by-side. The concussive force threw Sut into the air and echoed throughout the building as SCU began pouring through the doors into the facility, weapons ready.

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Souls of the Lilaste order Diarch Rellik

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[Diarch Rellik]

The dropship descended like a blade from the heavens, its repulsors screaming against the scorched stone of the courtyard. Smoke billowed around it, swallowing the noise of combat, shattering glass, and the blood of innocent men, women, and children.

The ramp hissed and then dropped open. Standing at its precipice with his cloak trailing in the rising smoke was Diarch Rellik. Golden lightsaber igniting with a Deep chugging gurgle. Convictions radiant blade refracting through the haze like judgment incarnate. Behind him, Dra'khan RDB-01 Sentinels could be seen, sleek machines of programmed vengeance, eyes glowing crimson.

Before the Diarchs visage could come to full view, he dashed out from the smoke. RDB droids stormed outward in perfect synchronized formation, symbolic of the Diarchy's order.

The first home that Rellik entered had a soldier being fought off by a wife and child. Father supposedly dead in the street. It did not seem that the raider wanted to kill them un-armed but it did appear that his patience was wearing thin. With a flash Rellik was behind him, hand on his helmet. Ripping it off and exposing his head. The trooper turned around quickly only to be met with a hand across his face before he could lift his weapon. Using Qâzoi Kyantuska the Diarch swiftly entered his mind. Showing him horrors and savagery beyond comprehension. Putting the man in a pit of despair, disgust, and fear. Once Rellik's hand left his face, he was nothing more than a shriveled crying mess upon the floor. - The first of many who would meet such a fate for daring to kill his citizens.

The RDB's would be moving throughout the town. Stunning all who they could and rescuing citizens. Rellik himself would continue on his tear of retribution. Another squad scrambled from a nearby building, two already wounded, one trying to reload. They didn't make it. Rellik moved with fury. These ones were quick enough to see him and get shots off. Masterful use of Soresu deflected the bolts, killing a few members before the Diarchs own hands could get on them.

Screams rang out as men were chopped apart with Mou Kei but left alive due to the cauterization of their wounds... for now.

As he reached the central square where the market once stood he paused. Bodies lay in the street. Small ones held beside what seemed to be fathers who fought back against the raid. - He stood there for a long breath, the blade still glowing, casting warmth over the cold scene.


Then his voice dropped to a quiet command, private channel to the Vault's Command and Red Lancer units: "Release all four starfighter pilots and begin counter air. Drop those gunships from the sky. To the members of the Red Lancer Unit. I am coming."

His words were not subjective. They would know that the Diarch would arrive, they only had to hold together until then. For now, Rellik made his way towards them. Towards the Lieutenant, Radio operator and Medic.

Kael Virex Laphisto Souls of the Lilaste order