The Dead God
The War Council had come and passed, and the war efforts continued in spite of the counterassaults and infrastructural rushes to hold back the coming threat. In the end, it still came - and with it, a dread fleet carrying the great strength of the Kainites and the Holy World, alongside the dreaded and growingly infamous Mors Mon. Weeks passed, and the war began to escalate.
First, the sudden and violent assault of the unaligned Swokes Swokes world of Makem Te at the hand of Darth Empyrean. The Dead God had brought their world to ash and subjugation in the span of a day - leaving its atmosphere caked in dust and debris. Their infrastructure was turned to the war effort and prisoner camps and work teams were imported - creating a strong forward operating position from the Galactic East.
From the West and North, the Kainites pressed forward in a surge - led by the Malsheem and its forces, the Holy Worlds brought down a Black Crusade to the world of Felucia and beyond. In the span of another week, the worlds were pressed into conflict, and war began to spread across the Tion Cluster once more - as it had a hundred times before, and will a hundred times hence.
These two great behemoths moved on to the world of Tion, a system situated gracefully near the end of the Parlemian trade route, carrying the wealth of trade with the Core and its own triple-industrialized moons. Hour by hour, chaos began to spread through the System as terrifyingly powerful force users and their chariot armies brought them to the orbit of the great ocean world of Tion.
Lost to Static -
A great storm begins to swirl on the world directly below the Mors Mon, twisting and shaking waves towards their target. In minutes, the unnatural cataclysm began to shake the Imperial Stronghold of IM-346, as alarm bells rose in unison. Starships had been deployed in cycles for hours, on and off for armaments to destroy what fleets and ships they could before they arrived - but the Mors Mons was a monster of a vessel, coming from the very aether to their atmosphere.
Now, as it hovered above as the eye of the storm, blocking out the sun in a great eclipse of man-made destruction, it began to deploy boarding craft and submersibles meant to infiltrate and take the station from the Imperials. In those close corridors below the surface was where the Sith would shine - red lightsabers in hand as they sloshed through water thick with the blood of their foes.
Take the station, or defend it from their assault.
Back in White -
The factory moons of Tion had become a heavy necessity for the Empire in recent months - their factories churning out military parts for their fleets in excess wherever possible. Quotas on quotas, but their efficiency and capacity had made them a target - the Sith had come for them for their own war machines. It began with conventional assaults from drop pods, but slowly it had turned into something far more chaotic.
Over the years, Sith cults had begun to entrench themselves into the moons - and in this call to action, they began to rise. Ancient remnants of the Whiteguard nationalists, Sith cultists, and criminals began to riot - fires spreading across the moons in exponentially growing fury. Two of the moons were put into lockdown instantly as fortified stations from the assault, but it was the final one that had begun to fall.
The streets were overrun with the innocent and criminals alike, sprinting through streets for safety or loot. There was no sense of authority left as Sith marched through the streets, their jackboot steps echoing over their chants and cadences as they sought out anything left that didn’t fight in their favor.
Sith, create chaos and ensure this moon can not become another bastion for the Empire. Imperials put the riots down and bring peace to your world - or you’ll never drive off the fleets in orbit.
Storming In -
Ships jumped from the Maekem Te forward operating base to support the Mors Mon in its assault of Tion. Slowly, they spread out and began to dominate various key strategic regions near Tion. It was in these first steps, the chaos of the space engagement began to become known.
The Storm Generators aboard the Mors Mon shrouded the ships nearest the worlds in a sensor-masking smoke screen of lightning and nebulous clouds. No matter the orbital shots fired into its depths, the massive storm seemed to continue to encroach - before it came unto the world in full effect. Now, entire fleets hide within it, orbitally bombarding cities and killing their citizens.
Sith, ensure these orbital bombardments can not be stopped - protect the Mors Mons and its generators so the chaos reigns. Imperials, put this assault down from where it began and drive off the Sith dogs from your planet's skyline.
Sith Order Allies | Empire of the Lost Allies |
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Arla Rodarch
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Tamna Korvan
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