Invasion The Second Coming | TIC Invasion of TSO-Held Thandon Super Hex | Objective One

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE I: TIMBER!!
BROSI

"We've got incoming!"

Though Ronhar had been able to hear them long before he saw them, he was still unprepared for what came into his view as the Night Reaver continued to make its way toward the World Tree. To call them a "swarm" would have been an understatement, and he estimated that their must have been tens of thousands of insects heading his way, filling the air with the sound of their dire wingbeats and the gnashing of their claws and mandibles. He was willing to be his life they were some sort of Sithspawn abomination, and his ability to traverse the planet's heavily forest terrain had suddeny become much more of a liability than an asset.

"Pilot, take us down NOW!", Ronhar demanded of the Night Reaver's captain, who replied in the affirmative. Luckily, there was no shortage of places for the dropship to land on, thanks to the efforts of Ronhar's All Terrain Modular Artillery Platforms and Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators, as they heavy ordinance they had brought with them had allowed them to flatten sections of the forest specifically for this express purpose. The Night Reaver quickly descended toward the planet, and dropped off Ronhar and his eight man squad of Storm Commandos and ARC Troopers. Nodding to the Night Reaver's pilot, they resumed their journey on foot, temporarily out of the massive insect swarm's way but now far more vulnerable than they had been before.

Of course, the rest of the Imperial Remnant's forces didn't have the option of similarly outmaneuvering the incoming insects, and would instead have to fight them off. Blasters were activated, hatches sealed up as tightly as possible, and firing solutions established. Without much fanfare, the TIE Walkers began engaging the creatures highest up in the air, their AFT-14.4000B FLAK Turrets shredding through the creatures with ease, as the All Terrain Advanced Armored Transports, All Terrain Cargo Transporters and All Terrain Armored Assault Walkers fired their laser and blaster cannons into the ever expanding cloud of bugs, disintegrating them into little more than tiny piles of ash and goo. The Imperial Armored Assault Tanks, Strider Droids and Flamethrower armed Refurbished B2 Super Battle Droids and organic infantry continued burning away as much of the forest around them as they could, incinerating large amounts of the monsters in the process while hoping that the smoke they were creating would drive off the rest, as the All Terrain Acid Cannons sprayed their acid cannons with abandon, seemingly unconcerned with any amount of friendly fire.

Yet despite their heroic efforts, the hordes of flying insects only seemed to grow ever larger, and soon encompassed the entirety of the Imperial Remnant's forces. Men screamed in fear and pain as the bugs tore into them, tearing them apart bit by bit and seemingly crawling into every nook and cranny of their armor, forcing some of the soldiers to tear their armor off in a desperate attempt to get some form of relief from the bites and stings of the creatures. Droid after droid was ripped to shreds or simply toppled over as the insects ate through their wiring, and some begun to go haywire from the damage, firing randomly all over the place or even attacking Imperial forces. The soldiers riding in the open topped All Terrain Cargo Transporters and Swift Assault 5000s were especially vulnerable, with men diving over the sides of their vehicles as they tried to find some form of cover from the unending swarm buzzing about all around them.

It was a horrible sight to behold, as man, machine and insect all tried to kill one another in some of the most brutally efficient ways possible. If this was the Sith's opening move against the Imperial Remnant, then whatever else they had in store for the Imperials would surely be orders of magnitude worse. Regardless, Ronhar's forces pushed doggedly on, under intense assault from the insects all the while.

TAGS:
Madrona A’Mia
Reina Daival
Sophia of House Marr
Mercy
Darth Carnifex
"Templar"
Nerralyn Raaf
OPEN...IF YOU DARE!​

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Spoiler: Ronhar's Equipment

• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• AAF-8 Scattergun
• BG-D 6 "Outlaw"
• Rhydonium Grenades
• ABC Scramblers
• Burnblade
• HNDA-Mk I
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters
• 5 ARC Troopers
• 2 Storm Commandos

 

[Horus Rhyne]

Direct Ally Tag: [SO]: Sophia of House Marr | Nerralyn Raaf

Distant Ally Tag: [SO]: Taeli Raaf | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Carnifex | @Madrona A'Mia | Darth Prazutis | Srina Talon | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Spencer Varanin | Eira Dyn | "Templar" | Lirka Ka
Enemy Tag: [TIC ] - Not Engaging Yet [OPEN]
Location: Brosi [In a "Tree"]
Objective: Objective I

Yet again Horus felt like things were going over his head.

This conflict made no sense to him at all. Why were they on Brosi again? What did a planet like this, insignificant to anyone besides the Sith who had made it their home, matter to a larger war front? The strategist in Horus tried to discern the plot. How would victory here, collapse logistic lines and the flow of battle elsewhere?

No, none of it made sense.

Except for... He leaned in and kissed the head of Sophia as she pressed into him.

She was everything that made sense to him.

Around them the vegetation came to life and insects flew. Horus hissed there, eyes tracking their creepy movements. He had been born and raised on city-planets, where nature was a rarity and artificially contained. Insects were as foreign to him as the ways of the Sith. "If you had told me there would be insects, I'd have tried harder to keep you home." Horus murmured absently, stroking her back while keeping up the illusion around them that kept them out of view.

Keep her home. Not I wouldn't have come.

In the aftermath of his wounds, Sophia had barely left his side, and he in turn had become... more concerned about her too. It was only his presence in the hospital, keeping her at his bedside, that allowed her to avoid the fate that many suffered at the hands of Darth Nefaron . That... concerned him greatly.

The fact that her family's participation in Sith politics had ended in such a swift and violent situation.

But she didn't seem interested to leave it behind, she was so fiercely loyal and it made Horus proud, but so worried too.

She glanced up at Horus, biting her lip, because once more he had insisted on coming with her. Once more they were walking into danger that he didn’t have to be in.

It was as if Horus could read her mind. He cupped her face and touched his brow to hers. "Where you are, I will be. That is how it is supposed to be."

"Shall we?" she asked Sophia.

“Well…Uh…After you?”

Horus smiled and kissed her nose softly.

"Let's try and prevent either one of us ending up in the hospital again, yes?" Then glancing towards Nerralyn Raaf with respect. He was a Master of the Force, but the way she handled those monsters and seemed so comfortable with them... it was beyond him. A recognition that deserved respect.

"Show us how it is done, Master Raaf."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Allies: Srina Talon Darth Carnifex Madrona A’Mia Gerwald Lechner Mercy Reina Daival Revna Marr
Direct Enemy: Ella Nova
Other Enemies: TIC

Armor: Camlann | Equipment: Lightsaber | Shoto | Farrus Sphere
containing a Misini Drake
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With a final sip, she would finish the tea she had obtained from her oldest ally, looking up into the sky as the Imperial assault began. Seated as she was upon a branch of the World Tree, she could feel it and the others within it, could feel the pain and anger and resolution. The hunger. The cycle of life and death that had given rise to Psilofyr and had fascinated her. And through it, connected as it was to almost all the world's flora, she could feel the movements of others. She tilted her head in curiosity as one who had been reported deceased to the Dark Council had touched the world once again, their presence quiet but clear to one who had known them.

How interesting.

A wave of her hand would banish the borrowed teacup back to its owner and its proper place within His set. It had been a little flowery for her tastes, preferring black tea to what she would classify as green, but it had been passable. She would make a small cooing sound, and a raven would form from her shadow, flitting down to rest upon the Neti's shoulder below. It would be a silent way for A'mia to speak with her if she was needed for anything, she might have planned for the defense of her world and her child, but until then, she was to go meet an old... adversary? Acquaintance?

As the battle began in earnest, feeling the command of her daughter passing through the creatures of the jungle, her own form would collapse into purple mist in the manner of her own mother and her ancestors. Her essence would follow the path through the Force and Psilofyr, drawn to the presence. It would be a silent emergence as the mists reformed, her form solidifying once more as she quietly walked towards the arranged table and the game resting upon it.

"Hello, Ella," she would offer in quiet greeting. "You've been busy, it would seem."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Outside of the Dark Lord's tent, the armies of the Kainate had assembled. Troopers, Blackblades, Valkyries, and Graug all arrayed along the lakeside. Banners fluttered in the wind, each one emblazoned with symbols of each combat unit, but all of them carrying the mark of the Kainate itself. Upon Carnifex's appearance on the crest looking over the lakeside, the assembled groups began to chant and clash their weapons against shields, armor, and anything that would produce a sound.

Clang, clang, clang.

Again and again.

Clang, clang, clang.

Their chant rose higher and higher, buoyed by a thousand's thousand voices all working in perfect unison. The ghastly dirge echoing across the land despite the sounds of war and violence from afar, their harsh and otherworldly rasp filling the air as quickly as their droning percussion moments earlier.

"Kâr'Nifhex!"

"Kâr'Nifhex!"

"Kâr'Nifhex!"

Then another took up the chant, modifying it, their voice elongated and sibilant. "Kâââr'… Nifheeeexhh… Draaaazh'Ûûûlkaaaan… Akûûl'Nêêêkrithhh…" It was quickly picked up by the others, until the whole army began to scream it. With each new utterance, the tempo was elevated, the repetition manic and frenzied.

"Kâr'Nifhex! Kâr'Nifhex! Kâr'Nifhex!"

"Drazh'Ûlkan! Drazh'Ûlkan!"

"Akûl'Nêkrith! Akûl'Nêkrith!"

The chant devolved into a storm, a whirlwind of violent crescendo that seemed to follow little rhyme or reason. It was broken as all the assembled forces suddenly roared in frightening unison, their voices eclipsing all other sounds.

"KÂR'NIFHEX, DRAZH'ÛLKAN AKÛL'NÊKRITH!"

In the blasphemous ghoul-speak of the Kainate, it meant Carnifex - the Greatest of Immortals. They roared it now in both exultation and worship. The manic worship on display eclipsed even the most brazen cultist devotion found anywhere else in the galaxy, for the Kainate was not just a military or even a state-within-a-state, but a civilizing force that sought to supplant the rotten status quo of the galaxy with one wholly bent towards total worship of the Dark Dyarchy.

If someone like Darth Carnifex or Darth Prazutis had their way, these same chants would be heard across the galaxy in every home, in every city, on every world. None would be spared from their dark influence. Perhaps in this moment, Reina would truly see the terror that Darth Carnifex truly was. His power did not merely extend to a mastery of the Dark Side, but a complete stranglehold over a system of devotion stronger than any physical army. The power to remake minds and reshape hearts.

With a single raised hand, the army quieted instantly. The sudden absence of sound was painful, for where once the air was filled with exultation, now it was dreadfully silent. Even as He lowered His hand, sound did not return. All eyes were fixed upon Him, thousands and thousands of them. Yet, instead of a speech to rouse the soldiers, the Dark Lord merely walked forward and down a long avenue which the army had been split; both halves flanking the center.

At the far end was a platform built over the edge of their level, granting a complete overhead view of the lower levels of the tree and the forest floor far beneath them. They weren't at the top of the tree, but they were still high enough to be above most of the fighting. The lake behind them had formed as water runoff from the highest canopies ran down into an empty basin formed when the tree was first born. The water itself had thus leeched the Dark Side essence of the tree as it gathered, forming a powerful font of energy.

This dark water fed the gestation and ripening of dark fruit along the tree's branches, some of which had been gathered specifically at the Dark Lord's request. They awaited Him at a ritual circle inscribed onto the platform's surface. When both Carnifex and Reina reached the platform, He stopped and looked to her.

"Look below, and see all that these blanks have arrayed against us."

As she did, she would see the various mechanized and infantry formations of the enemy. From here, they looked no larger than small beasts, and the soldiers were like insects. Fire blossomed and spread, both by the enemy and that which was harnessed by those defending the tree. Drakes and attack craft moved in solemn dance through the air, crashing and dying as they met in open battle. The stench of death reeked all around the tree, mingling with the smell of smoke and ash.

"A futile gesture. They cannot comprehend that all that they do, all that they think, amounts to nothing. Watch now as I show them true power."

Stepping into the center of the ritual circle, the Dark Lord was then flanked by seven sorcerers of various species. Each one fell to their knees around the circle, spreading their arms wide as they leaned back and tossed back their heads in ecstasy. Their combined power flowed forth, spilling out from the center of their chests and gathering around the Dark Lord. He harnessed it, seizing upon it would His own might and will, and directed it upwards and into the sky.

Clouds darkened, gathering swiftly with unnatural speed. The sun itself was blotted out entirely, the storm visible even from the depths of space as it spread outward like a great wound upon the world. Thunder colored the clouds with flashes of rusted red, the air growing thick with the stench of ozone and the latent charge of atmospheric electricity. Wisps of darkest cloud congregated over the positions of the enemy force, swirling like spirals above them in uniquely unnatural patterns.

Then the first lightning fell.

It struck out from one of the spiral clouds, snaking down through the air and striking towards one of the larger Imperial walkers. Then another bolt came, bypassing larger vehicles to strike down near the Imperial soldiers moving behind the armored units. The lightning behaved as no natural lightning should, it bypassed clear points where it would've been attracted and grounded. It also completely bypassed and overlooked any and all Sith units on the field.

The storm that had suddenly and violently materialized above was deliberately targeting Imperial units only, striking with great volleys of bright red lightning stronger than anything that nature itself could create. What was worse, it seemed as though once the lightning had struck a target, it bounced towards a new one, and then onto another. Again and again until the energy woven into its creation was spent. One bolt could bounce up to a dozen times before finally giving out.

And the storm was only growing stronger.

Reina Daival | Darth Prazutis | Srina Talon
Gerwald Lechner | Taeli Raaf | Mercy
Lirka Ka | Madrona A’Mia | Revna Marr
Darth Caedes | Eira Dyn | Sophia of House Marr
Nerralyn Raaf | Spencer Varanin | Lysander von Ascania
Taregh Garon | The Lord of Hunger | T'zarna Khab
Amni Kazda | Ronhar Tane | Karl Von Strauss
Horus Rhyne | Ella Nova | Rorsch
FN-999 (restored) | "Templar" ​

 

[Reina Daival]

Direct Tag: Darth Carnifex
Ally Tags: Darth Prazutis Srina Talon Mercy Taeli Raaf Gerwald Lechner Madrona A’Mia Revna Marr Darth Caedes
Objective:

Such fanatical belief. It was a concept that flew far over Reina's head. To be able to have such belief in a person, in a thing, in a God, to show the devotion that the troops were showing. It was beyond her belief, even if she was seeing it happening right in front of her. Not even the Alliance had such fanatical devotion. Not that Reina had seen at least. Even back on Woostri, it hadn't seemed as organised like this. Yet that was in the past. A past that she was sorely trying to forget, no matter the cost as she continued to watch, feeling more and more terror gripping onto her person. The net of fear slowly encroaching around her, as the redhead focused on her breathing, reaching her hand down to her hip, where her dagger rested.

It made her far keenly aware of the Force in the air surrounding them all. The crackle of the Darkness that lurked around her, that was threatening to engulf her. The life that flew through the tree, that whilst was still life, did not have any of the Light Reina had came to expect with nature. It made sense, if she truly thought about it. Life was not purely good, nor was it purely evil. Nature would both have Light associated with it, but there would also be nature that was...not necessarily infested with the Dark, but radiated it. Which caused one stray, quiet thought to occur in the back of her mind.

Was it truly so bad to accept it?

Yet that thought was quickly snuffed out like the flame of a candle, as the Ersansyr trailed behind Him. Watching as the army split perfectly in half. The lack of a speech was...disturbing to her. Of course, it was unlikely that any of the words He could say would have inspired such a thing as Hope. It would have been fear, terror, some kind of other emotion that would get the masses to fight in His name. Yet that was perhaps the most terrifying aspect of it all. There was nothing He had to do for that. They would fight in His name, speech or not. It was once again a concept she could not even begin to wonder. It once again made her feel like a small fry in a very large and vast ocean.

And speaking of the Ocean, her gaze firmly set itself upon the water that rested below them. As high as they were, Reina still felt a connection to it. It was oozing with the power of the Dark Side, she could feel it from here. Yet at the same time, Reina felt a connection to the waves that she never felt high above in the sky, even atop the tree. Whilst she did have an affinity for the air, her being truly belonged to the sea. She let out a simple exhale, her gills bristling with the air, before her eyes drifted from the water to look upon the Imperial's Forces, as He had told her to.

Fire. Flames. Death. It was all in the air. Every breath she took in, it felt like it was twisting inside of her. Forming in the pit of her stomach, as she watched the Dark Lord manipulate the very elements itself. Watching the Sorcerers lend their power towards Him. Storms caused by the Dark Side were something Reina was familiar with. Her first battle against the Sith had involved her trying to help hold one back on Woostri. Yet here she was, on the other side. Watching it as bolts targeting down on the Imperial units...

Then it came to her choice. Did she continue to be a bystander? To watch the death occurring? Or did she become a willing participant in the slaughter? She had already said how she would put her future in the hands of the Sith, into the hands of the like of Darth Carnifex , Srina Talon and Quinn Varanin . And so she came to her decision, as the redhead sat herself down quietly, allowing Him to focus on His efforts, whilst she added her own.

Focusing on the wind, she inhaled deeply, the air curling through her hair, before letting out a long exhale. The wind obeyed, rushing down from the tree in a roaring wave, blasting fire, ash, and smoke outward as if the world itself had taken her side. Pushing it away from the tree, and towards the points she could see the Imperials were landing. It was causing a slow but steady advance of the flames...but every death caused by the flames were felt. Every scream of agony. Every ounce of pain causing the Ersansyr to flinch. Yet it was too late for her to take any of it back. She had to send a message.

Fall in line, or be turned to ashes scattered in the wind, where no-one will find your bones.

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[Joseph Torson]

S E C O N D_C O M I N G
Objective I : Timber

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
BROSI, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• KXV-VBS-01A 'Streiter' Vibroblade [1]
• AAF-8 Scattergun [1]
• Rhydonium Grenades [5]
• Mk II Viral Bombs [3]
• Zsinj-pattern Commando Armor Mark I [w/Jetpack + Service Droid]

Spoiler: Accompanying Forces

• Imperial Assault Gunship [1/1]
• Red Right Hand Operatives [36/36]

A single Imperial Gunship soared through the skies of Brosi, flying above the dense jungles of the revitalized world. Further up ahead, visible against the horizon was the world tree, a massive biological construct created by Sith rituals that was the key to sustaining the revitalized flora on Brosi and one of the main targets of the Imperial Offensive. Already the Imperator Corps had made landfall and had begun their assault on the world tree, engaging the Sith defenders below in a fierce battle that would determine the fate of the planet.

Inside the Gunship, Joseph Torson remained silent and calm, one hand gripping his Pseudosonic Beam Rifle, the other gripping the ceiling handles of the Gunship's interior. With him were an entire company of Special Forces Operatives, some of the most skilled and experienced soldiers within the entire Imperial Confederation. Together they were apart of a larger unit of such operatives known as the Red Right Hand, the personal enforcers of Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen. Whenever they showed up, it meant that whatever objective they would pursue was of key interest to Sularen and they did not stop until the mission was completed.

Their mission was simple : Capture the Sith Empress Srina Talon. While Torson and the Red Right Hand did not know why the Sith Empress was important to Sularen, their purpose was not to ask questions, only to enforce the will of the Supreme Commander. If he wanted Talon in chains then he would have Talon in chains. But first, they would have to find the Sith Empress within the vast battlefield and make contact with her if they were going to succeed in their task.

Thus, the Gunship continued it's approach towards the World Tree as the Red Right Hand prepared for their inevitable confrontation with one of the most powerful Sith Ladies present here. Many of them would die that was certain, but it was a price they were all willing to pay for if it meant advancing the Imperial cause.

Tags [Target] | Srina Talon ​

 

[Amni Kazda]

Battle Armor
Kitty

The Sith Lord had no words, her voice lay in her fist and it came hurling towards Amni as fast as a Vornskr strike. The young woman sidestepped just as the fist nearly collided with her face. However, the dark gauntlet brushed Amni's cheek during her dodge. The cool metal briefly touched her Amni's pale skin causing a shiver down her spine. This woman was supernaturally fast and Amni needed to act quickly. She did a backflip creating some distance between her and the mysterious woman.

"You're not going to use your weapons?!" Amni scoffed. "Oh well! It's your life! I'll be sure to take good care of your blades when I pry it from your mutilated corpse!"

Amni leapt high in the air raising kitty above her head. She did a front flip and slammed her blade on the ground with a vicious strike creating a massive shockwave. The earth started to crumble beneath the woman's feet and Amni then rushed towards the woman calling upon the Force to increased her already enhanced speed. Before she knew, Amni was running as fast as a freighter in jumping into hyperspace. "I GOT YOU!" Amni attempted to strike the woman if she was already there, her blade aiming at her neck.

Eira Dyn

 

[Kito]

//: Lysander von Ascania //: Razmir Tezhyn //:
//: Bounty Hunting //:
//: Attire //:
//: Equipment in Signature //:

A mission had brought her to Brosi — one meant to remain unseen, one she could complete alone. She moved freely through the Blackwall, the massive, fortress-like barrier that kept the Sith Empire sealed away. This wasn't like her excursions to Malachor V or the worlds beyond the Wall. This was different. Heavier. The weight of the planet pressed in on her, unfamiliar in a way Jutrand had never been.

Kito slowed. The thought hadn't occurred to her until now — too focused on the objective. Deep in Sith territory, contact was inevitable. She exhaled once and melted back into the shadows, her body and Force presence slipping cleanly into nothing. From there, she reached for a single thread — the bond that anchored her.

Distant, but strong. Valaine Valentine was safe, meaning she was not here, not near this world.

Relief sharpened her focus. She moved again, fast and silent, the Force wrapping her movements in concealment. Her senses flared as she hunted. This was meant to be reconnaissance, not slaughter — yet her hands twitched with anticipation. The Ronin stirred, her thoughts narrowing around the divine task set before her.

When this was over, she could be free. And unlike before, freedom meant something.

It meant tomorrow.

She slid down a shallow slope, boots barely disturbing the soil. The roots beneath the surface thickened and twisted as she moved — a sign she was close. Kneeling, Kito pressed her fingers against one of them. The root responded, reaching back, wanting.

It was wrong.

It did not breathe like something alive in the Living Force. Existence alone did not satisfy it. It throbbed with hunger, a need for fulfillment that scraped against her senses.

Kito pulled her hand away.

Footsteps echoed, and voices murmured. Orders passed quietly through the ranks between soldiers. She vanished deeper into cover. From the higher angle of a massive root, she watched as the group separated. The one at the center, with heavier armor and a broader stance, was clearly the leader.

She needed to thin the herd.

Kito waited until two strayed too far. Then she moved. One step. One sweep.

The odachi passed through them before either realized they were dead, its burning edge carving cleanly through flesh and armor alike. Tally marks etched themselves into the blessed blade as the weight of it increased — but the Force steadied her grip, her strength holding firm.

She vanished again, flowing through the vegetation.

Another pair. Then another.

Each time, silent. Efficient. Bodies left where they fell — faces frozen in shock and terror. She left them there on purpose. The leader would find them. He would see.

She would deal with him soon enough.

They all would find their way back to Ashla.

And today, Kito would step closer to her freedom — closer to what she finally wanted.

 

[Lirka Ka]

ALLIES - TSO
ENEMIES - TIC, Direct: @T’zarna Khab

Might and muscle.

Creatures born to kill - weapons of war produced by dark masters. To be a thing born was a foreign thought to Lirka now. She was a thing made, carefully designed, pulsating and horrible beneath the whirring mechanisms of the powersuit she wore as her second skin. Muscle and metal combined into one abhorrent thing.

She relished every moment a new face was given the chance to witness what it meant to walk the Dark Path, to abandon the rules of the natural world and remake oneself into the transient form. The strength of unnatural existence.

As the distance grew between them, the Once-Sephi quickly shifted to a defensive stance. While her mind zipped and whirled in chemical blurs - the endless dance of battle was something that came to her as naturally as a lesser lifeform breathed.

Something hummed from her helmet’s vocalizer. All that bravado. This would be a good fight - and when one lived for centuries, what more could one ask for than a good fight, a chance to see who the Primordial Darkness beyond would deem worthy enough to live another day.

Bravado could not be left unmatched though. For while she was an aberrant thing - there was fragment of a Sephi’s dramatics within her twisted form still. Purred mechanized words that oozed with taunting disdain.

“So they always like to say. Soulless industry in the wake of this world, teeming with life anew…I would’ve thought your ilk learned their lesson the first time.”

But no one ever really learned. That is what the dark lores of Rhand had helped teach Lirka all those years ago. The cycles of the Galaxy were an endless and bloody thing - it merely fell to the strong to survive them.

With the rumblings of the battlefield growing more chaotic, the thunderclaps of the great crimson lightning shower that Darth Carnifex had laid upon this world invigorated the Once-Sephi even more. Perhaps the Butcher King would gaze with his sight-beyond-sight and witness the monster he had made skin through that black ichor in her veins.

For a regular foe the jab from @T’zarna Khab would have been a wise move. Certainly the powersuit was not what it had been in days of yore - the plundered Beskar of Sith-Imperial Moridinae was a well forgotten memory to most. Yet the heavy plates of the suit did not give way immediately, like slicing through bulkhead, a searing gash of molten metal appeared. But Lirka Ka rarely remained idle long, the monstrous woman twisted some before hefting the mighty machete in her hand and hacking it towards the Inquisitor’s side - if they were to bleed, let them bleed together.

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[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This | WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Howling Death
ALLIES:: Srina Talon | Madrona A’Mia | Mercy | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis | Sophia of House Marr | Horus Rhyne | Nerralyn Raaf
ENEMIES:: Taregh Garon​

Blaster fire cracked through the smoke and found the drake almost immediately.

Bolts struck along its chest and shoulders, flaring bright against armored scales before skidding away in sharp bursts of light. More followed, snapping toward its wings and leaving scorched lines that hissed where heat met armor, but the shots still refused to bite the way their shooters expected. Much heavier weapons were required to puncture the armor of this creature. The drake snapped its jaws and spread its wings, roaring back at the men below as irritation rose faster than pain ever could.

It did not stay grounded.

With a heavy beat of its wings, the Misini Arira hauled itself back into the air, climbing through smoke and drifting ash as fire chased it upward. It banked wide over the corridor the Purge Troopers were cutting through the forest, then turned back low and fast with a speed that collapsed distance into nothing. Flame spilled from its throat in a broad sweep across churned earth and exposed roots, leaving only heat and movement behind before the drake climbed again and vanished into the haze.

The Dread Wolf never looked away from Taregh.

He felt Brosi strain beneath his boots as chemical fire pressed deeper than it should have. The ground carried that stress up through him as clearly as any warning. Heat clung low and heavy, trapped where it should have lifted away, and the Lord Commander reached into it and pulled until the balance began to shift. Clouds that had lingered at the edges of the sky drew inward, darkening as the first drops struck ash and scorched leaves with sharp, hissing impacts.

Rain followed.

It came down the way Gerwald intended it to at first, hard enough to blunt the fire and drag smoke back toward the ground. Water streaked across armor and bark alike, soaking foliage that had been moments from ignition and feeding the soil until it began to soften underfoot. Fire resisted where it could, ugly and stubborn, but it was losing ground.

Then the pressure on the sky changed.

The rain thickened abruptly, its weight increasing in a way the Dread Wolf had not called for. The Force behind it shifted, vast and unmistakable, and recognition settled in without hesitation. Darth Carnifex had taken hold of the storm. The Butcher King was feeding it far beyond what Gerwald had drawn down.

The Lord Commander did not pull away.

He adjusted instead, shaping his own working to ride within the larger surge rather than against it. The rain struck harder now, pooling quickly and running through root and stone as the ground gave way beneath advancing feet. Fire choked and sputtered under the combined weight, smoke pressed flat, and the forced corridor began to collapse into mud and steam.

Movement cut through the downpour.

Taregh came at him through rain and smoke, closing the distance as the Inquisitor’s leap carried him up through falling water. The greatsaber ignited mid-arc, burning deep burgundy as it drove down toward Gerwald’s center, rain flashing into vapor along its length as the strike committed fully.

Gerwald waited.

At the last moment he dropped low and slid, rain-slick earth giving way beneath him as the blade tore through the space he had just occupied, close enough that heat brushed his armor as it passed. Howling Death rose with him as he rolled through the motion, haft braced as he met the follow-through without pretending the impact was light.

He came up inside the reach of the strike, rain hammering between them as the forest shifted beneath their feet in small living adjustments that refused to settle. The Dread Wolf planted himself and brought Howling Death around again, keeping the axe moving in a tight line that held space and demanded attention without forcing an ending that was not his to claim.

Overhead, the drake circled lower through the storm, water running in dark lines along its scales while steam lifted from the places where heat still clung. It tracked the clash below with steady wingbeats, ready to descend if the pressure tipped too sharply against its rider, but holding to the air for now.

“This ground does not answer to you,” Gerwald said, his voice carrying through rain and smoke without strain. “And it will not burn simply because you wish it to.”

Howling Death moved again as the Lord Commander pressed forward. The storm continued to build above them, the forest held beneath their feet, and the fire began, at last, to fail.

 

[FN-999 (restored)]

Units: 7th Imperial Army, 24th “Dart" and 31st “Silgo" Regiments
Allies: Imperial Confederation | Ronhar Tane & co.
Enemies: Sith | Nerralyn Raaf | Open

“The sky! Something’s coming!"
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Across the Imperial formation, stormtroopers and officers alike gazed up above them with growing confusion and anxiety as dark clouds rolled in where minutes earlier there had been only clear skies. Within minutes, Brosi’s sun was no longer visible in the sky. Troopers flicked on flashlights or night vision goggles while vehicles turned on their headlights, yet vast swathes of darkness remained to conceal Sith forces. Just as the Imperials were beginning to adjust to their new reality under darkness, red lightning began to pulse in clouds dangerously close to the ground. Only the training and discipline of the stormtroopers kept them from panicking, yet the entire battlegroup was uneasy.

Near the center of the two Imperial regiments, FN-999 peeked out from the turret of a command variant of the Railgun AAT. The last time he had seen such a phenomenon, he had been a captain in the late New Imperial Order. Despite the time that had passed since then, his memory of the storm and the power behind it was as clear as day.

[All units, be advised. We are under attack by a large-scale Force storm.]
​

Surely enough, within moments of the general’s transmission through Imperial comms, a bolt of red lightning shot down from the sky. It slammed down into one of the AT-AAWs in the front of the Imperial formation with unnerving accuracy, incinerating the pilot’s cabin in an instant. A second bolt landed well behind the disabled walker, a dozen lifeless stormtroopers left in its wake. Watching in horror from a distance, FN-999 could not make out the exact details of the unnatural lightning. Yet from what he could see, two things were clear.

One: The lightning was targeting Imperials.
Two: It could hit more than one target at a time.

Under such overwhelming pressure, a rapid offensive blitz such as the one FN-999 had envisioned was no longer feasible.

[ALL INFANTRY, SPREAD OUT!] urged FN-999 through the command tank’s comms. [ALL ARMOR AND SUPPORT, GROUP UP WITH THE AT-SGS!]

The general could only hope that the large shield generators of the AT-SGs could provide sufficient coverage to protect Imperial armor from the Sith lightning until they entered artillery range. Meanwhile, spreading out the infantry battlegroups would require the Sith to conjure more lightning bolts to eliminate them, exhausting their energy. Yet FN-999 understood that both his orders were merely stopgap measures, and if the Sith controlling the Force storm was not knocked out, the lightning assault would never end. Fortunately, the 7th Army’s 24th Regiment included several squads of troopers from Section Umbra, the Imperial Confederation’s ground-based special forces unit. Equipped for more sophisticated and technically advanced operations than the average stormtrooper, a squad of Umbra stormtroopers was more than sufficient for the standard high-value target elimination.

For a Sith powerful enough to conjure a large Force Storm however, greater force would be needed.

[Captain Falgan, get five Umbra squads in the air and ready to deploy. Their target is the Sith who has made this storm.]

[Yes, General.]

Recognizing that the 7th Army did not have intel on the actual position of the Sith controlling the storm, FN-999 decided to reach out to other Imperial units in the area in hopes that perhaps they would have better luck.

[[All Imperial units, this is General FN-999. Requesting the position of the Sith who created the Force storm. I have five Umbra squads on standby to assist any effort to eliminate them.]]

Just when the general was beginning to feel as if he could put things back together, an urgent transmission came in from the front.

[General, this is Major Hartman. We’ve lost nearly all the Crushers to these rolling… monsters! The rest are falling back. Requesting permission to - oh god.]

[Major, what’s going on?]

[Those aren’t drakes.]

[Major?]

Only static came through the other end of the line. For all intents and purposes, the entire formation of TIE Crushers was compromised. Worse yet, from what FN-999 had heard before the major’s Crusher was presumably destroyed, there were at least two other species of Sithspawn on the planet, including one that could fly. Clearly, the general was in over his head. At this point was no possible way to continue an offensive. Redeploying was out of the question as well, as FN-999 had no doubts that the Force lightning would target any shuttle or freighter attempting to lift off. In short, the Sith had set the Imperials up for a death trap.

FN-999 had walked right into it.

He had no excuses. No matter the outcome of the battle, thousands of lives were on his hands. Because he had not gathered more intelligence ahead of time, because he had not taken into account the presence of high-ranking Sith so far from the core of their empire, half of the Seventh Army was on the verge of annihilation. Because he had gambled with landing far from other Imperial forces to divert the attention of the Sith, there would be no reinforcements forthcoming. In that moment, FN-999 found it to be a cruel joke that other Imperials considered him a skilled tactician. No skilled tactician would have enabled the situation to become as it was now. At the end of the day, he was little more than a tired old brute, a New Imperial relic long outdated. Perhaps it was time for him to retire… forever.

As if in response to the grim thoughts forming in his head, a bolt of red lightning slammed into the ground within inches of the command tank, bringing it to an abrupt halt. Quite literally shocked out of his ruinations, FN-999’s attention returned to the scene of growing carnage around him. The Sith fed on exactly the fear and self-loathing the general had just experienced, their power growing in response. The general could not let himself fall into weakness again. The most he could do for himself and the valiant troopers under his command would be to give them a dignified last stand. Reinvigorated, FN-999 reached for the tank’s comms, letting out a sigh of relief when they remained intact.

[Disregard all my previous orders today. Here is the new plan. All surviving units are to group together in a circle with all casualties and damage tended to at the center. Focus AT-SG coverage on the outer rim of the circle. Everyone who can still fight, man the rim and shoot anything that approaches, no matter how small or large it may be. I know the odds may be grim, but we cannot let fear win. Fear is what makes the Sith stronger. They want us to feel weak and helpless, because that is the only way they can defeat us. But we know better. The Empire we have all built together has no room for fear. Alone, we will fall.]

[But when we march together, the Empire is unbreakable.]

Spoiler: Summary of Orders

• Infantry spreads out to avoid Sith lightning strikes​
• Armored units converge under AT-SG shield coverage​
• Surviving TIE Crushers withdraw into armored center​
• 5 Umbra squads redeployed into the air to locate and eliminate Darth Carnifex​
• All infantry + armor form a defensive ring around wounded soldiers and damaged units​
• AT-SGs attempt to form complete shield coverage around the edge of the defensive ring​

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[Srina Talon]

OBJECTIVE: 1
LOCATION: Brosi (Flying Near the World Tree)
APPEARANCE: XoXo
SO ALLIES: Gerwald Lechner Madrona A’Mia Mercy Darth Caedes | Revna Marr Taeli Raaf Darth Prazutis Nerralyn Raaf Horus Rhyne Sophia of House Marr Spencer Varanin "Templar" Kito Lysander von Ascania Razmir Tezhyn
TIC ENEMY: Joseph Torson + Imperial NPC's from Ronhar Tane

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Surprisingly…Vaelcryx waited.

Not for the bombs to drop or for the invaders to find them, but for an aureate-eyed woman with a particular hunger that might serve their purposes. When another drake landed, some of her anger was pressed to the side, placed on hold for the greeting that met her ears. Her thoughts that seemed distant, ready to wander right off the edge of the world, coalesced then. Focused.

Dread Mother. ​

"Lady Revna—"

But her face was suddenly full of a shock of black hair and an embrace that made her eyes widen just slightly. The touch was not unwelcome, but her experience on Coruscant had taken something from her, bled it from her, and what was missing had yet to be restored. The silent affection was returned slowly, but fully, and the Echani appreciated the simplicity of it. It was similar to the brief conversation she'd held with Spencer Varanin …

So many things were spoken in such a small amount of time.

"I'm sure our mutual friend will be pleased to see you."

Darth Empyrean would have been proud of her for using sarcasm correctly, especially when her soul was already being consumed by the threat of war. She gave it a moment, a moment, they didn't really have because Mercy was already taking off toward the sounds of mechanical monsters and Brosi being systematically deforested. She noticed how Revna watched the Covenant Warlord… And reached up to tilt her chin back toward her.

"Not all is as it seems to be."

It was advice that would fit both her perception of Mercy and the Lord of Hunger, especially since she would soon be engaging with the latter. She had known him for longer than most would realize, and while his genetics may have changed, his appearance, he was still the same individual who had waltzed through the doors of the Confederacy. She could spot his tech and schemes a parsec out, even if she'd been splashed in the eyes with acid. "If you get the chance…You know what to do. If we do not stop him, here and now, he will keep turning up to darken our door. I have had enough."

Srina let go of Revna with the utmost confidence in her. She was no longer the sweet little one that she had taught to dance. She was capable, strong, and a nightmare that The Lord of Hunger wouldn't know what to do with. Vaelcryx shuffled with impatience, and Srina gave one last look back at Spencer Varanin before great leathery wings pressed off from verdant earth and shot her smoothly into the sky.

'Leave nothing left…Nothing but bones for Brosi to devour… Psilofyr will never bow…'

It was an errant thought, solemn and cold.

She caught up to Mercy rather easily, as her drake, with the unpronounceable name, had the size and speed of an old-world Lucrehulk. They fell into the same pace with the wind tearing by them, and they were just in time to see the planet come alive. From their viewpoint…They could see everything. The way the Imperials were trying to surround the World Tree, burning and brute clearing, but they wouldn't have an easy time of it.

Nerralyn Raaf had triggered a defensive response that flowed swiftly from the vast jungles like an immune system response. They hit one of the marching Imperial Army's ( FN-999 (restored) ) like waves breaking on the shore, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Trees had begun to uproot themselves and began lumbering toward Imperial forces while the sky darkened. She could only imagine that Madrona A’Mia was…Less than amused.

These creatures, this planet, were her pride and joy.

It was the very same scenario as when Hasuras Na-Gerra had momentarily chosen to hold Quinn Varnin hostage, What wouldn't she do for her daughter? What wouldn't the Hordemother do for her planet?

"See? She hasn't thrown me yet." Yelling into the air was an exercise in defeat. Instead she utilized Madrona A'Mia's gift, the connection of nature in her head that let her send messages to their allies.

<<Yet.>>

Srina's response was automatic, sharp, when a portal ripped into the air to release something she never thought she'd see again. She had devoured the creature that tormented Naedira Darcrath and she had always known there were more…But she hadn't expected Darth Prazutis to release them from their hell dimension. Her expression firmed…

She pitied anything that got in the way of a Noćna Mora.

"Are you looking forward to this fight as much as I am?"

The pale Empress didn't answer right away, especially because she was focusing on the shape of the battle coming toward them at breakneck speed. She wanted to use their bonded companions to hit hard and fast, doing the most damage, while not giving the enemy a moment to breathe. They had come to Brosi—To their space.

They only had themselves to blame for what happened next.

Vaelcryx spun upside down and fell into a glide just above Mercy , and for a brief second, they were nearly nose to nose. <<Dodge.>>, she spun outward and away, in a stream of black, violet, and silver. Her drake was exceedingly agile, and some of the Imperial forces left behind had started to take notice of two great beasts approaching on the horizon.

Her drake pulled back and dove straight down, maw opening, while purple flame began to burn in the back of its throat. She didn't say anything when it targeted Imperial Forces of Ronhar Tane (NPC's) and focused on the most vulnerable first, the open vehicles, transporters, and anything that might be able to fire back. When Vaelcryx spit fire, it came in a roaring scream of boiling hell that left an unmistakable residue of fear among the ashes. It clung to the spirit—Seeking to pull those that survived down into despair.

Was she looking forward to this?

Of course not.

Maybe.

It was about then that she felt something new building from the world below, something that she was certain Darth Carnifex had a hand in. She couldn't hear the chanting, but the way the sky continued to blacken told her all she needed to know. The sun disappeared. The air grew cold, and she could smell ozone…But just before rain might fall?

Silver nanite armor began to slip from her glove, smooth, as Gerwald Lechner had intended it to be. Lightning spilled suddenly from a cloud to her right, and she banked a hard left, only to find that it actually curved around her. She blinked…But when it happened again, she could feel the support of the Butcher King anchoring her through this storm rather than trying to knock her off her mount. Through the darkness and flashes of light, she spotted an Imperial Gunship in the distance… <<There…There they are.>>, her voice would echo for Mercy, soft, but with the gnashing teeth of one who had been denied too long.

One who was still angry from the last battle.

Another jolt of lightning went by her; this time, she could feel the static and imagine the kiss of heat against her cheek that didn't burn. This attack wasn't meant for her. It was a combination of two now, with Gerwald Lechner , her wolf, supporting the unnatural occurrence. She stared at the gunship that had yet to notice them, Vaelcryx, flapping steadily in the dark. The weather gave them cover…It would be hell on sensors, but more importantly, it gave her a weapon.

Imbued by those she knew—Those who would breathe damnation through her if she saw fit.

When the next streak of blood red lightning shot out, she didn't let it arc down into Imperial forces that fought tooth and nail below them. She held the force of nature, restrained it, gathering more while letting the Darkside fill the gaps until she could hold it no longer. She drew her arm back and threw the massive energy, raw and merciless, at the undoubtedly slow-moving Gunship ( Joseph Torson ).

It would likely see her, eventually, through the darkness.

She was counting on that…Because more importantly?

She wasn't alone.

Spoiler: Equpiment

Armour Saber Ring Ring Terentatek Body Gloves HG-54 "The Vora" Class Hand Cannon Holding Aces Popper NPC Units Drake "Vaelcryx" Unknown

 

[Venen Vorexar]

ALLIES: Imperial Confederation, Ronhar Tane and co.
ENEMIES: TSO (NPCs), BUGS

This was not quite what Venen had expected when he had jumped on board to go in with the Confederation to a much larger fight than he'd ever been in before. One of the most important kinds of fights - taking away something that would empower their foe far more than was acceptable. What he had expected was a tree to destroy, and hordes of Sith ready to fight them. He wasn't equipped with anything too Force-resistant, and he, like the rest of the squad he was traveling with, in Ronhar Tane's larger unit, were likely at more than a slight disadvantage against the Force-wielding type.

What he HADN'T expected, though, were swarms of bugs. Sure, he knew the native wildlife could be... troublesome. That's why he had the provided Mahporeem Acid Rifle with him, alongside his regular equipment. But the swarm approaching couldn't be avoided, and had to be fought - and he wasted no time joining the chorus of rifle fire, spraying blaster fire into the oncoming mega-swarm. Somehow managing to find a meager means of cover, Venen found himself quite lucky that he wasn't being torn to shreds like many with him - but if he didn't keep his wits and his trigger finger about him, he was a mere second away from joining them.

"Kriffin' bugs!" He huffed out as he quickly set to work reloading his rifle. But by the time he realized it, he was all but being overrun by them. Switching to the Acid Rifle, he dove out of the All-Terrain Cargo Transporter he was riding in, as it had stopped moving for the moment, and backed up against one of its sides, spraying into the oncoming bug swarm with wild abandon. In the heat of the moment, it was a reckless decision, but there were too many outcomes in this scenario that would end in death, and Venen was not exactly keen on going out without giving his all first.

TAGS: Ronhar Tane

 

[Taregh Garon]

Brosi
Equipment: Greatsaber | Inquisition's Fist | Menasor Armor
Allies: Imperials
Enemies: Sith | Gerwald Lechner​

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Heavy rain began to extingusih the flames the Purge Troopers had set with their incinerators yet even rainfall would be hard pressed to kill the fires quickly. Regardless the Purge Troopers had more pressing matters at the moment.

Blaster fire was largely ineffective agaisnt the Drake but the Troopers were not idle. After the initial pass they broke formation into smaller fighting groups ensuring the Drake wouldn't be able to target them all at once. If nothing else they would ensure the Drake was hard pressed to aid its master. Where there had been forty there were maybe thirty now, the dead rendered ash or smoldering corpses on the soil drenched from the heavy rain.

As for the downpour, the lightning flashing above brought on by Sith Sorcery the Inquisitor barely registered it as he flew through the air at his opponent.

When he came down the Greatsaber plunged its crackling plasma blade into the earth rather than the man, Gerwald Lechner coming up inside the reach of the strike while Taregh recovered.

Rain pelting his armor was barely registered. It created a noise like pellets but was an afterthought.

The Inquisitor moved faster than a man his size should have been capable of, his armor augmenting him physically with a host suites meant to enhance what he was otherwise capable of.

A tall order considering how monstrous Taregh was in comparison to the common man.

When Gerwald rose to his feet, his axe cleaving a path towards him Taregh leapt backwards with arms outstretching to either side to open distance again. Even so the Howling Death would rip across the bonded plating of the chest piece, tearing at the ballistic shielding and leaving its mark on the armor. While it hadn't bit deep into flesh the attack left a mark that penetrated the armor, undeniable bruising that a biorestorative underlay would begin to soothe.

As his feet steadied on ground slick with the downpour Taregh brought the lightsaber back around and met the forwards press of Gerwald. Gripping the saber high on its cylindrical hilt his left hand would come back to plant across its base again, twisting so that he could rotate the crystals stored within the hilt. In an instant the blades intensity dimmer before widening, creating a larger surface to strike with almost like a club. He'd bringing it around to crush against Howling Death amidst a crackle of energy and an eruption of sparks as he sought to cross with the haft of the axe rather than the heavier bladed head itself.

Amidst the crackling energy of the enormous saber which Taregh drew into sweeping blows and arcs to beat against the axe a mechanical voice would bellow between them...

"This forest and the ground it is rooted in is a poison, just like you."

...even covered by the downpour of rain and the crackling plasma blade the sound of Taregh's voice was deep and grim, unmistakable really.

For now it was merely a clash of blows, the Inquisitor wielding the saber with enough force to batter a lesser man into submission. Every fall and sweep titanic in its strength, capable of rattling bones as he focused, drawing more of the force into himself and saturating his body with it.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE I: TIMBER!!
BROSI

The Mahporeem Imperial Remnant had made a grave error in choosing its army composition.

In an attempt to maximize its firepower and destructive output, the forces accompanying Ronhar had neglected to bring any All Terrain Shield Generators with them, with the rationale behind that decision being that the heavy forest cover would prevent Mahporeenian forces from being bombarded and that the Sith were unlikely to bring any sort of artillery with them anyway.

How wrong the Imperial Remnant had been!

As Ronhar's forces continued their slog forward, battling hordes of insects and legions of strange plant monsters, the skies above them began to darken as if a storm was passing through. That in of itself was nor necessarily unusual given the alterations to Brosi's climate. What was unusual was the series of lighting strikes that followed, each one seemingly targeting Imperial forces as they bounced from person to person, frying everything that they touched to a crisp. The vehicles weren't immune to the bombardment either, as deflector shields flared and electronic systems shut down from the sudden overload of electricity. Strangest of all was the fact that this lighting didn't hit a single bug or plant monster, almost as if they were avoiding trying to commit friendly fire against the creatures.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Sith were once again unleashing their powers against the Imperials, nor did it take one to figure out that if they weren't stop, the Imperial Remnant's expedition was doomed to fail. It was imperative that the circling TIE/ews find the source of that attack, and find it quickly. Luckily, the Sith hadn't exactly been subtle, and the perpetrator was quickly located atop a ritual platform built into the World Tree: Darth Carnifex !

Unfortunately, the marauding Drakes flying high above the World Tree were making attempts to attack him rather difficult, preventing aerial assets from reaching Carnifex's position. It would be up to Ronhar and Reclaimer Squad to stop the Sith in his tracks. Having reached the base of the tree, Ronhar and company ascended it, using their Grappling Hooks and Ronhar's integrated NZ MAM MkII Jet Maneuvering Gear to climb ever higher and higher, wary of what they might find at the top of the tree. Their expectations were thoroughly met, as Carnifex had surrounded himself with thousands upon thousands of warriors, far to many for someone like Ronhar to fight. If Ronhar was going to stop him, he would need to be smart about it.

He and his men began taking positions around the ritual site, taking great pains to keep themselves hidden and out of view. Each man silently removed a Rhydonium Grenade from their kit and activated them, waiting for the signal to thrown them at Carnifex. Ronhar took a deep breath in-perhaps the last one he might ever take-and over his comms, whispered the following word.

"NOW!"

With the signal given, 8 Rhydonium Grenades suddenly flew directly at Carnifex and those performing the Sith ritual. Should they successfully explode, they would release a lingering cloud of toxic Rhydonium gas, something that Ronhar doubted even Carnifex could deal with. After quickly raking the platform with blaster and slugthrower fire, they turned tail and ran, climbing down the tree as quickly as they could, undoubtedly pursued by thousands of Carnifex's forces. Ronhar didn't even bother to look if the attack had been successful, as his only objective now was to get hell out of their as quickly as he could. As he and his men made their way down, he radio'd the pilots of the Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators circling above, given them the exact coordinates of his location and strict orders to fire at anything in their sites, whether or not friendly forces were nearby.

Meanwhile, the trouble facing Ronhar's forces only continued to increase as a new adversary entered the fray. Riding atop her armored Drake was Srina Talon , raining unholy hellfire down onto the hapless troops below. Within seconds, entire armored columns of vehicles were reduced to nothing, any trace of them completely obliterated by the creature's fire breath, and scores of men tried to run as they sought any form of refugee from the creature's intense flame. Had the Imperial Remnant not been so...enthusiastic about burning down the forest, then they might have had more than a modicum of cover from the aerial barrage.

As it was, Srina Talon had a clear line of sight to the Imperials, though so to did the Imperials have one to Srina Talon . Several TIE Walkers began to engage both rider and beast, and despite not being able to hit them, did at least succeed in driving them away, though whether it was due to their efforts or because Srina Talon had decided to seek other prey remained unclear. What WAS clear was the fact that all of this increased Sith attention on Ronhar's troops was most certainly NOT a good thing...

TAGS:
Madrona A’Mia
Darth Carnifex
Srina Talon
OPEN...IF YOU DARE!​

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Spoiler: Ronhar's Equipment

• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• AAF-8 Scattergun
• BG-D 6 "Outlaw"
• Rhydonium Grenades
• ABC Scramblers
• Burnblade
• HNDA-Mk I
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters
• 5 ARC Troopers
• 2 Storm Commandos

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The storm above continued to rage, building and building with each moment that passed. Thick sheets of viscid rain cascaded down across the battlefield, creating a soupy mire that greatly favored the Sith's unconventional and mystical tactics. Lightning flashed through the air in rapid staccato bursts, repeatedly striking down on the heads of the advancing Imperial forces. The lightning particularly prioritized their heavy machinery and aerial craft, often striking the same object several times in a row.

What was even more dangerous was what happened when the lightning began to aggregate. As two bolts of lightning bounced into one another, they merged. This amalgamation would continue to grow in size and strength, accumulating more and more lightning as time went on until it reached critical mass and could no longer contain the energy. When that threshold had been reached, the mixture of electrical energy became superadditive and began feeding on its own organized charge structure.

All of the bright red energy suddenly shrank, condensing into a sphere that could've easily been held in the palm of the hand.

Then, a flash of light; blinding.

An explosion with the destructive power of 2.4-kilotons blossomed amidst the Imperial formation. The fireball that sudden wrenched itself into existence was nearly 150 meters at its peak, and was so bright that anyone who happened to be looking in its direction without protection was temporarily blinded. Dust, soil, debris, and even people are sucked up into the violently expanding fireball, the air around the explosion transformed into a roiling plasma cloud with metallic objects glowing and warping from the heat alone.

Suddenly, the plasma fireball collapses entirely. A fast-moving ring of compressed air races outward, a crushing slap of air rolling out from the point of detonation in all directions. Strong enough to topple vehicles and flatten people. The blast wave gives way to inverse pressure, dragging objects and people back towards the epicenter of the explosion. Scarlet lightning dances amidst the dust storm kicked up by the explosion, which mixes with the falling rain and becomes a swirling, greasy slush.

Where the explosion took place is virtually unrecognizable, the terrain appearing as if it had been scraped outward. Yet, even as this passed, it was evident that lightning would continue to spontaneously begin to accumulate elsewhere. Another explosion of a similar magnitude was almost guaranteed.

High above the battlefield, the Dark Lord continued to indulge in His ritual. Through the Dark Side, He could feel His companions across the battlefield. Each wielded the storm to their own ends, and He embraced their power just as they embraced His. Reina too lent her own power to the storm, the two of them sitting at the center of the ritual circle surrounded by the seven sorcerers.

Slouching forward, one of these sorcerers finally spent all of their energy. Their body began to crumble into ash and soot, leaving only behind their clothing that blew away in the turbulent wind. Such would be the fate of all the sorcerers in due time, as the Dark Lord squeezed them of all their worth before discarding them. They knew what awaited them, but they sacrificed themselves regardless. This was what it meant to serve the Dark Lord, to give yourself over to something far greater than just yourself.

To surrender to a God in living flesh.

"NOW!"

Several small objects, each strange and unwieldy in appearance, flew through the air towards the Dark Lord. He'd sensed their ascent up the world tree for some time, the great Psilofyr having been aware of their intrusion the moment they came within such close range to his biosphere. Psilofyr did not communicate as conventional organics did, but nonetheless a connection was made between him and the Dark Lord. Intent and meaning was conveyed without words, and the Dark Lord thanked the world tree for his vigilance.

Awareness expanded, the Dark Lord saw each of the eight grenades in the air. That they had been thrown physically and not launched mechanically gave the Dark Lord more than ample reaction time, far faster than He was often afforded by His adversaries. Each and every explosive device would find themselves sliced cleanly in half, their contents spilling out into the air and igniting into a monstrous cloud of multi-colored flame. The flames swirled through the air, directed and contained by an unseen power.

Only to suddenly shift in the air and start rushing down the side of the tree.

Chasing right after those who had unleashed it in the first place.

However, the power animating the flame would only go so far, and eventually the bonds keeping the flame coherent would break apart and the flame would spread out into the air. That the perpetrators had fled rather than stay and fight didn't matter much to the Dark Lord, He wasn't planning on giving chase to a small squadron of enemy fighters. Great Psilofyr knew where they were within his biosphere, he would alert Carnifex should anymore come His way.

What really mattered more were the gunships that were now training their weapons on His position. He could feel the mechanisms moving within the ships, hear the breathing of the pilots and gunners as they took aim, and even smell the sweat in their uniforms as they desperately fought against the fear pressing in on them from all sides.

Where fear existed, so too did the Dark Lord.

Specifically, His Shadow.

Rising up from the shadow cast by the pilot and his chair emerged a tall figure wreathed entirely in inky blackness. Vaguely feminine in form, the figure lurched forward and slammed both clawed hands down on the pilot's shoulders. The Shadow wrenched the pilot back and out of the seat, causing the gunship to spin wildly through the air as control was lost entirely. It then raked its claws over the command console and flight controls, sparks and flames spewing out as smoke began to fill the cockpit.

Then it disappeared.

Only to reappear in the cockpit of the next gunship, and then the next, and then the next after that. Again and again until there were no longer any threats to its Master.

Reina Daival | Ronhar Tane | Srina Talon
Gerwald Lechner | Madrona A’Mia | Taeli Raaf
Darth Prazutis | FN-999 (restored) ​

 

[Revna Marr]

Objective One
Gear/Items: Armor, Lightsaber
SO Allies: Srina Talon // Darth Carnifex // Madrona A’Mia // Gerwald Lechner // Mercy // Taeli Raaf // Darth Caedes // Darth Prazutis
Enemies: TIC forces
Other Tag: The Lord of Hunger ​

Srina’s embrace was slow, at first, but given fully after several heartbeats. The sight might have rankled some who might have seen the exchange - who was this that dared to breach the personal space of the Empress of the Sith? Revna had long since learned that she was given the allowance to do so - but she had never been quite as bold as this before. Normally, she would have waited for Srina to initiate any form of affection. But not this time. Revna knew in her heart that Srina would recognize the love that came from a fellow woman, who held another in high regard.

"I'm sure our mutual friend will be pleased to see you."

Revna offered a grim half smile. “He certainly seems to be looking for me…calling me out by name even. I didn’t know I was that popular…” the tone of her voice held a lilt of sarcasm and humor. Revna didn’t fancy herself to be ‘popular’ by any means. She was just another Sith, amongst a myriad of others.

She didn’t resist the gentle pull on her chin that tore her gaze away from the Mountain, who was already taking to the skies aboard her own battle drake. Srina’s words whispered into Revna’s ears and she absorbed them for a moment, before giving Srina a slow blink in understanding.

She should know those words to be true anyway, for she tried to live by them: Give others the benefit of a doubt, and see for herself if they were friend or foe.

Ruefully, she recognized a bit of her own Father’s personality in the way she had initially regarded the one known as Mercy. The longer she was around the Lord of Wonosa, the more of His characteristics she seemed to absorb into her own. That…wasn’t an entirely good thing either, though He would vehemently disagree with that.

"If you get the chance…You know what to do. If we do not stop him, here and now, he will keep turning up to darken our door. I have had enough."

The Vahlan woman pursed her lips slightly, understanding the Empress’s words for what they were. Permission granted to level untold destruction upon an enemy who thought himself above them all…if given the opportunity to do so.

“As you wish, my Empress.”

Revna said softly as she pulled away from Srina. Her drake was growing restless, eager to feast and fight. It was time to turn to the fight at hand, and go and greet the one who had sought her out by name…

Great leathery wings launched Revna into the air, not long after Srina’s own drake took to the skies as well. The higher they climbed, the more of the battle against and for the Great Tree could be seen. On the ground and in the skies above, fierce battles waged. Life and death unfolding in a violent display that filled the Force with potent, dark energy.

Beyond her, Revna could see the restless churning of the ground - Psilofyr and A’Mia were growing restless, responding to the violence being wrought against them. She felt a certain sort of pain on behalf of the great organism; their enemies used fire against it in order to wound it and burn a path to the Tree, and the Sith used fire against their foes too in one form or fashion. The drakes themselves could breathe fire, and did so in great cutting swatches of hellish infernos that incarcerated anything the oily fires touched.

It seemed someone too had also unleashed a powerful Nether fire demon from the depths of the infernal abyss. Sithspawn, fire demons, fire breathing drakes, Sith Lords and Knights and apprentices and their servants and battle forces and equipment and powers…the forces rising against the Imperials was awe-inspiring - but it all had a cost.

We wound you to defend you, my precious… Revna thought solemnly. A lesser evil to fight against a greater one…

Ironic that she would call what the Sith were doing a lesser evil, compared to the actions taken by the Imperials. No doubt they saw the Sith as the greatest evil here. But evil was simply a matter of perspective - and what the Sith were doing here, was just in their eyes and for their cause.

The Imperials were the ones invading Sith territory - did they expect the Sith to simply roll over and bear their bellies and surrender without a fight? Without digging deep and sacrificing what was needed in order to maintain their hold on what belonged to them?

They were fething fools if they believed that even for a moment.

Above Revna’s head, the skies of Brosi darkened as storm clouds formed and churned. She could sense the familiar coiling power within those dark structures - this was a Force Storm, being conjured by none other than Darth Carnifex. Aiding in it too was the familiar touch of Gerwald’s influence - and soon rain began to fall in great sheets. Lightning, red in hue like blood, began to fork from cloud to cloud, striking down with the accuracy of a sniper’s shot. Beneath her, Revna’s drake unleashed a beastial screech that echoed through the skies and vibrated through Revna’s bones. The sound made her smile, enjoying the rawness of that wild cry that ripped through the air.

Around the young Sith, power continued to grow and grow. The lightning, sourced from Carnifex, brought devastation upon their foes. Explosions that incinerated all in their vicinity in blinding flashes erupted across the landscape. The Imperials had marched straight into the mouth of hell, and Revna was glad she was on the side of the Sith - and not against them.

She could feel the energy building up around her, electrical charges rising up to release in great bolts of red lightning. As they did so, Revna reached out and channeled the bolts into her awaiting hands, capturing them. Pain erupted through her, a cry of agony ripping from her throat as she did so - but the lightning didn’t destroy her. No, she captured it and stored that energy, boosting her own. The pain only deepened the well of her power - pain utilized to serve her and her whims, just as Carnifex had taught her to do so.

Below, she could sense the Lord of Hunger, performing some sort of ritual that he thought would give him an edge over the Sith, over Brosi. She asked her drake to angle herself, and dive…

A great shadow would fall over the rain soaked landscape, before wings stretched to slow the breakneck descent. Revna would not risk the life of her new companion, and so she leapt from the saddle, leaving her drake to fly free and join the others in the battle in the skies.

The Force cushioned Revna’s landing, but a wave of it pressed outward from her and flattened nearby foliage and people. She was just beyond the circle of whatever the Lord of Hunger had been performing, and her hellish eyes were set up on him now. She was aware of some blight, some poison he was attempting to inflict upon Psilofyr. If there wasn’t a battle waging around her, she might have laughed in amusement at the whole thing.

He knew nothing of the capabilities of the World Tree, or the organism itself, it would seem.

Nor the fact that his own allies had released agents to destroy any and all undead they might encounter.

Within her, the Void seethed and writhed - eager to be unleashed, but unlike the last time, she was not so beholden to its sway and demands. She had…bonded…a little further with the Void Hunger - a symbiotic connection that benefited them both. And this time, it would seem, the Void hid her behind its shroud. If the supposed Sith Lord in front of her tried to feel for her…it would only find a lack of essence - as if nothing was there at all.

“So…You call me by name, and I have come to see just why you would do such a thing. Tell me, Lord of Hunger, have you come to have a little visit, a little chat? Shall I conjure up some chairs and some tea for us...?” Revna asked in a tone that was laced with a small amount of humor - though its edges were distorted by something that wasn’t exactly, her.

 

[Ella Nova]

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Brosi, Outer Rim Territories;
Thandon Star Cluster, Corporate Sector, Sith Vassal State.
Tag: Darth Carnifex | Srina Talon | Madrona A’Mia | Gerwald Lechner | Mercy | Reina Daival | Revna Marr | The Lord of Hunger
Direct Enemy: Taeli Raaf

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"The planet Tion possesses newly constructed Imperial factory prisons that were constructed by N&Z Umbrella Corporation. These locations are used to produce weapons, technology and other notable assets (such as foodstuffs) on behalf of The Imperial Confederation as the prisoners housed here are conscripted into manual labour as part of their prison sentences. The factories were built to incorporate Tunqstoid steel which was used to discipline prisoners. Discreetly N&Z Umbrella Corporation utilizes the labour force in these factories to create technology on behalf of the company for the use in commercial interests.

Quietly prisoners serving time on Tion are abducted by a division within the N&Z known as SECTION C to replenish The Lord of Hunger or for other purposes such as experimentation."
-- Excerpts describing the Imperial Corrections Directorate and their discreet dealings with the N&Z Umbrella Corporation.

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THE SECOND COMING, OBJECTIVE I
' The Second Battle of Brosi '

"His free hand rose upwards, it was time to utilize the gifts from his silent partner @Ella Nova who had been so kind to deliver him a veritable host of slaves in the form of prisoners and captives of the Imperial Confederation..."

It has almost been two years since the Sartinaynian Crisis at Bastion. Seeds of the conflict, now brewing between the nascent Imperial Confederation and their Sith adversaries, had been planted during the false-wing attack on Ravelin. Discreet signs, rumours and planted evidence were enough to point in the direction of the Eleventh Sith Empire as the masterminds behind the saboteurs, seditionists or assassinations pertaining to the Fifth Wing (a branch of the defunct Tsis'Kaar) who had brought about the economic collapse of the Empire of the Lost resulting in inspired retaliatory strikes that had taken the Imperial remnants to attack Brosi twice since their reformation in the Ash Worlds.

Convincing the brass atop the Imperial Confederation, following the beginning of the second occupation at New Aldera, that a takeover and subsequent annexation of the Thandon Star Cluster was in their bests interests had been straightforward once it became clear to them that their predecessors (from the Kilran regime on Lianna) had been felled by a Sith conspiracy less they become the next set of victims to be destroyed by their powers in the Dark Side of the Force.

They would go onto calling it ' Project Tion ' : a clandestine group of hand-selected members from across a multitude of Imperial remnants (banded together by the new regime in New Aldera) with the goal of reviving Imperialism across the Outer Rim systems. Elimination the Sith threat was, therefore, a priority goal of the project as Imperialism could not, in their eyes, be accomplished due to the existential threat of the vassal state in and surrounding the Stygian Caldera given the alleged conspiracy that led to the demise of the Empire of the Lost stemmed from there.

There were other benefits that the participants could have too once they committed their expertise and resources towards the groups objectives of which the Imperial Confederation were the driving force towards reaching their ultimate goal to control the Thandon Star Cluster and the other star sectors inside of it. One such contributor to Project Tion was the Man-Behind-The-Curtain. The one who stood behind the veil of the Nargath and Zanareth Umbrella Corporation.

When the Sartinaynian Crisis had ended, with the city of Ravelin still in flames, he had made an arrangement with the elusive, enigmatic Her so as to align their interests which saw to the true mastermind joining a discreet branch of the company called SECTION C. As co-conspirators against the Thandon-Sith (within Project Tion) the pair had made arrangements for the Imperial Corrections Directorate to transport prisoners (previously incarcerated in the ruined, quarantined Tion system) to Umbrella for acts that were both clandestine and dark in nature. So, in the advent of the second incursion into Thandon, as the likes of von Strauss and Sularen geared their forces to invade Brosi again, the ICD had honoured their agreement with the company, and now, out there in the battle, the terrible Lord of Hunger was set to use those poor souls to do great, awful things against the Sith...

"Hello, Ella... You've been busy, it would seem."

SNAP-HISSSSSSSS!!!

A powerful blue light sprung to life in Nova's left hand. This was a natural reaction, of course. Instinctive. With the miasma of Force energy circulating all around her (as if the planet itself had been malformed into something entirely dark and twisted) Nova hadn't felt the Lady of Secrets on approach. Yet, as Raaf spoke and walked on towards her, Ella attuned her senses to their presence and found herself wanting.

Brosi, for a second time, had brought her someone she had known in a previous life. Back when they were both Jedi. Unlike Locke, who had shot first and asked questions later (resulting in an injury that Ella doubted she would truly recover from), the former venerable Jedi Master turned Sith Lord had greeted Nova like they were old friends. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand-up. There was something more dangerous in that realisation.

Raaf had been a powerful Jedi in the old wars. Ella could barely fathom how powerful she had become as a Sith Lord. Ayra had been, annoyingly, unforthcoming when it came to ideas or understanding regarding this particular former associate from the One Sith.

"Master," Ella replied while keeping her back turned. Dun Moch was a powerful tool. When utilized masterfully it could unbalance an opponent and leave them vulnerable. It was almost like Nova was still a Padawan learner, and Taeli a Jedi Master, the way that the former responded to their almost nonchalant greeting. Was there still a Human being somewhere in the woman who had become Darth Arcanix, that Ella could reach, or were they somewhere beyond, lost to the dark-side?

Like Her?

Beneath the cowl of her robe Ella was distracted momentarily by flashes of lightning in the iron caste skies above that were riddled with explosions and the strobing lights of fighters dancing in the horizon. Her senses attuned themselves again, and as they did, Ella could sense Him. She tensed her hand. If the seeds which linked Her to the Lord of Hunger had been planted on Bastion then the roots which had burrowed far deeper into the place where the soul used were supplanted and desecrated long ago.

When He had set Coruscant on fire for the first time. Well before there was a Sith Covenant. When there had been one idea, one voice, one vision that had seen civilization toppled to set alight an era of chaos in the ashes of the Old Republic and where days were lost in the Black Pyramid as a lone Knight of the Republic had ventured deep into enemy territory to find and take Him alive so that He could be tried for His great many crimes across the galaxy.

"I remember Ru talking about you, back then," Ella said slowly as she tried to recall old memories of the Togruta who had trained her as a Jedi. "It is, sometimes, hard to believe where we all are now. You, me... Allyson. I've heard rumours that the man calling himself the King of Korriban used to be a Jedi as well. It makes me sick."

Hrrrrm...

The Lightsaber in her hand continued to hum and sizzle to her left. It was a Jedi's weapon. Built to keep the peace. To protect, and defend. Wielded now by someone lesser. A cunning being who had been erased by Ayra and turned into something else. Von Strauss believes that a Sith Lord was behind the events that led up to these incursions on Brosi. He was half-right.

"We could fight here. I think one of us would die. Probably me," Ella lied through her teeth. "However, I would very much not like to do that. You see... You have something that I want, Darth, and I know how to trade you for it."

The ground feels like it is throbbing. Pulsating. Tremors quake at her boots. Battle around them should be distracting and yet it wasn't. Ella had picked her vantage point well. Shoengen would be set on fire again during this second battle but Ella (and now Taeli) were far away enough not to feel the tickle of the flames. Fortuitously the Force had served to bring forth the Lady of Secrets where Ella could monitor the battle at a safe distance.

Arcanix was someone Ella knew of, well before Ayra's apprenticeship, who was a long-time associate of the Eternal Father. If anyone knew things about Darth Carnifex it was her. Ella felt that she could kill Raaf now. Today. It would be satisfying. Revenge takes many different forms. Former friends, family and comrades would roll in their graves knowing that their deaths, wrought by this woman's betrayal, would be avenged. But Ella was cunning now. The naïve young Jedi, who had tried to arrest and bring Him to justice all that time ago, was gone. Replaced by someone worse.

Brosi's fate was outside of Ella's hands now. Killing Raaf wouldn't change the outcome of this battle. Whether Imperial flags would be risen to claim this ruined planet was something left to transience. Ayra had taught her apprentice to capitalize on opportunity and this reunion had awarded the fallen Jedi once that could be capitalized upon if only Ella could satiate the former Jedi behind her and prevent the two of them from engaging in a Lightsaber duel long enough to complete a trade that could, in theory, forever change the outcome of the war between the Imperial Confederation and the Eleventh Sith Empire.

"I was going to play Dejarik while I waited to hear the outcome of the battle," Ella explained as she finally turned around to look upon Taeli. "While you make up your mind how about we play together instead. For old times sake?"

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[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Preparing the first stage of defoliation
OBJECTIVE: To bring unlife and decay
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer | KRONOS
TAG: Srina Talon | Madrona A’Mia | Darth Carnifex | Revna Marr | Gerwald Lechner | T'zarna Khab | Ella Nova | Lirka Ka | Darth Prazutis
ENEMY: ALL

Behold your end

The Psilofyr might have bloomed into a powerful warden, supported by the will and strength of Madrona A’Mia , but unlike the time when the seed had been planted, the Lord of Hunger had not come without his own improvements. not taking any chances, he allowed himself to feast upon captives, he managed to further strengthen his power and resolve by raising the very amount and efficiency of the infection within him, allowing his physical power to soar in comparison to what he had displayed last time he had been here. It was something Revna Marr would most likely notice compared to his last appearance on Brosi; his appearance was more imposing, the armor seemingly tracing tighter lines, looking like a better fit, while the aura he exuded was beyond even the mightiest momentum he had displayed before. THIS was after all, the Lord of Hunger at his peak, or more correctly: his physical peak, which allowed him to no longer divert too much of his strength to maintain himself, no longer rely on the drugs and serums within the armor's system to dull the pain and ease the suffering. though he knew this 'peak' as it may wouldn't last forever, it was nevertheless wildly beyond what the monster usually showed in terms of overall capacity.

And to make matters worse, despite his physical peak, he seemed to still be growing stronger within the force, the green crystals embedded within his Hand of Avaritia glowed menacingly, as tendrils of pure concentrated energy had latched deep into the soil, the roots around him, draining and spreading within. He was using the distractions both the Sith and the Imperials were creating, to enact his own plan, not to fully feed or destroy the tree, no...such would be a waste of potential, a waste of resources. The tree was borne partially from hunger, thus in its youthfull might it would no doubt try to resist, try to fight back against the Lord of Hunger, but such a thing would be for nought as long as the distractions in the form of cleansing fire, pelting lightning and corrosive mists remained.

Still, when finally the final piece within the plan he had set in motion arrived, he stood silent, calm and strangely unimpressed by how Revna Marr seemed to hold herself, how her countenance had dramatically shifted since their last encounter. Still, he listened, showed at the very least the respect to give her a calm and collected nod as she spoke, in acknowledgement. He had sensed her ravenous hunger before, while she was yet unrefined and still felt nowhere near the level of her master in the sensory field he had deployed around him, even the Lord of Hunger had to admit that she had grown much more than even he had expected.

"You are worth my attention child, both you and your master hold a view, a vision and a potential which seperates you from these rabble, these delusional children playing with fire and lightning, with beasts and billowing drakes," Tilting his head ever so slightly, the vibrant gold and crimson hued irises surrounding the slit pupil seemed to be focused on the woman with great intensity. Despite his free hand not being near the hilts of his two blades, despite him having one hand clearly preoccupied with steering the very infection he was bringing within the world tree of Brosi; his stance, his own demeanor and positioning made it clear that he was prepared to strike her down if need be. However, he hoped he did not have to do so...after all, she had caught his eye and she had managed to raise his interest. "Do you intent to face me proper, do you wish to fight me child? If so, would it be on the orders of the Empress of the Sith, or perhaps in name of the duplicitous Kaïnites? Perhaps it is in name of your family, who have suffered greatly in terms of influence and importance... it matters not."

Raising his free hand, the fingers spread open as if holding a large rock within the palm of said hand, the Lord of Hunger beckoned the SIth, to think about what she had been ordered to do and whether or not it was wise to begin with. "Your master has fueded from his seat on Korriban on many an occassion with the throne of blood and bone, you so happen to be one of the few with some influence over the tree, and you are tied to Korriban... I wonder who's the loose end in this case...you...or me?"

 

[Reina Daival]

Direct Tag: Darth Carnifex
Ally Tags: Darth Prazutis Srina Talon Mercy Taeli Raaf Gerwald Lechner Madrona A’Mia Revna Marr Darth Caedes Ronhar Tane
Objective:

The flames roared. They cooked. The Imperials bubbled as Reina continued to feed the flames below, pushing gust after gale to feed the fire. Leaving nothing but ashes that were being spread through the wind. What remained of those who died would feed the flora of this planet one way or another. Death was a natural part of the circle of life. The cyclical nature. Birth. Age. Death. Repeat. There were some who went against that nature. Many a Sith sought to break the cycle, to break the wheel of Life. But that was neither here nor there for one who did not consider themself a Sith.

Yet the sudden feeling of something being incredibly wrong snapped away from the flames, from the wind bellowing behind her, as her eyes snapped open to watch one of the sorcerers crumble into ash. The soot spreading out amidst the air as Reina bit down on her lip. Was that what awaited her? To be used and discarded as nothing but a tool? It wouldn't be a surprise to her. She was in the grand scheme of things, a no-one. And in due time, she'd be forgotten and replaced, like she always had been. But in this moment, she had a use. She couldn't just wait for it to happen.
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"NOW!"​

The Ersansyr's lightsaber flicked straight into her hand at the sudden voice, igniting the crimson blade in the flash of an eye as she hopped up to her feet, crouched low to the ground as she deflected what few blaster bolts came in her direction, whilst using the Force to flick the slugs shot towards her in various directions away from her. Slugs weren't a problem for the redhead, though her gaze flicked up towards the sight of the grenades, freezing for a moment as she hadn't been prepared for those...Yet He seemed ready and waiting for them, as the devices were sliced in half, and out of instinct to protect from the potential contents that would leak from the grenade, the redhead flicked her hands up to project a Force Shield large enough to encompass the ritual circle.

Yet it seemed like even that was unnecessary, as He sent the flames hurtling after the attackers. And then He even seemed to be able to deal with the gunships, as Reina stood there, unsure...what to do herself. Was there much a point in chasing down those who attacked them? They didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things. A small squadron would more than likely not be able to last long on the planet...but she was slowly starting to realise outclassed she was in this moment​