The Silver Jedi Come (Dominion of Malachor V + Sith Order Rebellion)

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLwX1smEb70​

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The Thurra System
Hurom, Thule

[member="Nomar"]'s earlier challenge had been heard by the Dark Lord, but he had been preoccupied with the more immediate Commonwealth threat than a pissing contest between two Sith (an occurrence he had frankly grown annoyed with as time wore forever onward). Luckily for both of them they had come to realize the folly of infighting at such a crucial junction, and before Kaine could verbally retaliate another transmission came from the broadcast tower where Nomar had holed himself in after the Dark Lord's forces began their initial sweep through the city. This time the other Sith came to him on a direct channel rather than mimicking his earlier public declaration, the notion to keep this new conversation private was obvious. But the Dark Lord was no fool, there was something dubious about openly challenging his authority and then extending an offer of allegiance privately.

Either way, the Dark Lord could use a helping hand. Should this individual prove his worth and not continue to be a hindrance to his plans of reestablishing his total rulership of Thule, then he was inclined to let bygones be bygones and allow him to leave the system. Treachery will be met with uncompromising brutality as it had in the old days, no long-winded trials or septic bureaucracy, he was judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into one monstrous package.

And his favored punishment for treason was flaying, a practice he had honed over many decades of dedicated application.

The Dark Lord opened the channel that Nomar was speaking to him through and replied in his gruff baritone rumble: "It pleases me that you could see reason, brother. For too long the Sith have been plagued by infighting and petty squabbles, and while your vision of freedom for these lightless wretches may be admirable it is not their destiny to wield. That decision was long since taken from them, and I am merely here to ensure that they are put back on the correct path. Debate me all you wish but only the strong are allowed to taste the delicacy that is freedom, and these people are nothing but meekness incarnate. Now stay alert and keep your eyes peeled on the horizon, the Force whispers to me that these droogs may attempt to assemble beyond the walls as I have done. The wilderness will not be their ally nor their refuge, the Dark Side permeates this world entirely and it will fight tooth and nail to cast them out."

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Partisan-class Cruiser - En Route - Hyperspace

Their destination was almost in reach, and soon the fleet surrounding his tactical cruiser would drop out of hyperspace.

"Continue one final drill, I want all personnel battle-ready. There can be no mistakes." The agent commands, and silently the officers follow.

Soon orders went out to all the ships en route, the crews preforming final checks, tactical simulations, and battle drills. They were ready and eager to begin their operation; facing a familiar foe once more in what would only prove to be a decisive battle in this brewing conflict between a new Sith Order, and their Jedi adversaries.

"Minutes until arrival," an officer announces. Catalys' gaze returns to the viewport, staring out along the streams of hyperspace despite warnings. "Good," he answers with simplicity.

With one final command: "Prepare to intercept their communications, I want all local traffic disrupted upon arrival. No one can know we're coming."

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Aisha Marc"]

 

[Darth Vashti]

Korriban | Anyone out there

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The woman's seemingly thick robes shrouded the Mirialan from head to toe. Only visible were the dark geometric patterns upon her olive face. The dark scattered bruising of corruption-tainted her temples and under her eyes, where the twin suns of her eyes bore through at the battle that ensued.

She had her saber within the shell of her palm, boots sending her forward with notable grace. She was here to lend support to her brethren in the Sith Order. One way or another.

For now, her eyes scanned her surroundings to see where she would suit best.

 

[Darth Gallus]

Location: Korriban
Objective: Repulse counterattack, exact vengeance on poultry-eaters
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Suravi Teigra"] (fite meh, m80 :| )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMTaoZSAMqc​

It began today. Today, of all days, was the beginning of the end. A new day dawned on the morrow, one that changed... everything. The warriors were assembled, they were in the right place at the right time. He had forseen it. He had prepared for it. The wait was almost over. And when the waiting ended, the true war began.

His officers moved among the ranks of his warriors as they lay hidden in the sand and terrain of the planet they stood upon: Korriban. A place of ancestral power, of ancient knowledge. He could feel it in his bones as he stood silent in the quiet breeze that slid over sand and between rock.

Despite his status as a Sith, he carried no lightsaber, held no weapons. He didn't need them. He was the weapon. He was the threat. His own powers and training were all that he needed. Lightsabers and blasters and swords were but a nuisance to him. They placed a barrier between himself and the foe. They made things less... personal. They dulled and diluted what should be the conflict between the very souls of the combatants. For Darth Gallus, this was unacceptable.

From the corner of his eye he caught movement, one of his officers signaling that the left flank was ready. A glance to the opposite side brought the same signal from another officer. He, of course, held the center. His warriors were ready, his battle only waiting to begin. Between their natural camouflage, the dark nexus of the planet, and the absolute lack of any 'high technology' that the rest of the galaxy depended on, they would be nearly impossible to find.

Hidden in the right place, waiting for the right time, Darth Gallus and a thousand of his personal warriors lay in wait. A new dawn would rise when all was said and done.

A red dawn.

A blood dawn.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Sith Worlds

From Ch'hodos to Ashas Ree another freighter dropped out of hyperspace, this one had taken the longer journey from Khar Delba and Krayiss. A part of Fa had wanted to only use a single freighter, it would minimize the risk, exposure and the amount of assets that were in play for him- but that wasn't a viable strategy when so many players were engaged.

The freighter was crappy, at least on the outside. It was ferrying chickens... angry chickens, but you couldn't expect them to be happy about the situation they were in.

It was cramped, rusty and the air was stale.

But that was how things had to go. Had to keep up appearances, even if the freighter was outfitted with exceptional scanners to make up for that.

As the pilot leaned back against the comfortable, but worn-down leather seat, the scanning equipment started to localize points of interests in the system.

Wasn't much of it, though. Not a lot of traffic nor defense platforms, but they needed the entirety of the picture.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Ziost

New Adasta

Allies - [member="Coci Heavenshield"], and others (Not sure who is around me.)

Enemies - @Darth Ignis and his crew

Others - [member="Darth Vitium"] (Not sure how close you are)



Solan smiled at the woman who greeted him with a quick bow of his head to her.

As far as friends went, he could count a good number of the Silvers among them, and this woman was no different which is why he had chosen to follow her during his time on the planet. As far as he cared, there was no stake in the Silvers winning or losing, he was not one of them and had no reason to want them to win other than those there being friends of old. But that didn't change why he was here, standing guard so to speak. He knew the woman could handle herself but he was ever cautious when it came to the well-being of those around him.

Not that he would ever admit outwardly that he was here now because he wanted to help make sure that this Jedi Master would remain ok.

"The pleasure is mine Lady Heavenshield, though i must say this is a somewhat unique situation for our meeting. I heard about some Sith rising up through the grapevine and became curious when i didn't feel... well their normal stench in the air." He was curious about that, having not been privy to the Sith's message and missing the whole meeting being off the planet. He was curious about this Sith that had not simply attacked in a moment of surprise and instead had given up that element.

"Have they finally learned some manners?"

 

[Dune Rhur]

Post V
SJO HQ, Communication Array
Allies: The SJO
Enemies: The Sith, [member="Munin"]

"Sir, something's tripped a motion detector in the south area of the compound," a technician said.

He frowned. There'd been no sense of this in the Force. Perhaps this was some hireling of the Sith though these seemed to lack the planning and foresight. The system showed no signs of intrusion.

"Maybe it's a critter," a technician offered.

"Maybe," the Jedi said "We can't take the chance right now, though. Keep me posted on the situation, I'm going to the southern section."

He hastened off towards the communications array. I hope it's just some Force-forsaken creature....

 

[Velok the Younger]

DROMUND SYSTEM -> JAGUADA SYSTEM

The long-range guns went silent, and Velok's flotilla leaped to hyperspace. He'd experienced zero opposition in the Dromund system, though he'd found it necessary to avoid the orbital defense station -- a monster -- as well as two major Sasori staging points. The Flower defense stations were, so far as he knew, Order assets, and there was no reason to step outside the realm of plausible deniability with a direct strike on a tier-five corporation. So far as he was aware, Sasori could field larger fleets than the Silver Jedi had deployed. They'd certainly seemed to be massing forces at what appeared to be a staging point in the Dromund system. Dispassionately, he considered the possibility that those forces were intended to pincer him, hammer to a Ch'hodos anvil. But Ch'hodos was a long way off yet, two jumps or more. The Sasori fleets seemed content to guard their corporate assets at Dromund, and if they chased him, another Sith flotilla might move in behind them to jeopardize the fruits of their labours.

If the Silver Jedi and their allies had a master plan, he had yet to discern or intuit it. He couldn't blame them: for years now, they'd mainly fought occasional cults, the kind of Darksiders that could be dispersed with a show of force.

The goal here was to demonstrate that the worlds of the Stygian Caldera weren't the kind that could be acquired or controlled on a whim.

Hyperspace flared to starlines, then a realspace decant. He let out a shaky breath: Jaguada, a major intersection, was barren. Not even any of the little defense stations. Apparently the Sith Order had acted quickly enough that the Silvers had lacked the time to deploy their platforms here. The Ashas Ree deep-space monitor had registered a traffic imbalance, enough to suggest a Silver presence there. That suggested that he'd find little opposition out by Khar Delba and Krayiss Two.

He took a look at the empty system, shrugged, and jumped for Ashas Ree.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Location: Hyperspace, Enroute to Stygian Caldera w/ Reshmar
Objective: Follow orders
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Enemies: Sith

The Galactic Republic wasn't in the best shape. Thoja had know that for a while, and had as such had made sure that his military career would continue, even if it wasn't with the GR. He was now with the Silver Jedi, though not in the same position of military power as he once possessed. Today, Korriban was the target, and what a target it was. He stood in the briefing area, as another Republic military woman gave orders. Suravi Teigra.

"Ma'am, might I ask how we'll be approaching the LZ?" Arlos asked, having stepped forward as to be slightly ahead of the rest of the group.

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Caldera
Allies: [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
Enemies: Sith

Junko continued to watch and was moving to direct more assets around the area. She had been developing more feedback from the seeder ships that were sending out the relays to see the areas. Korriban and Ziost seemed to be having the most going on when she spoke tapping the screen. "Send a reaper squadron to Korriban, have them reinforce ground assets with Malos gunships and pull in what we can. Allow channels to stay opened and prepare some of the medical ships to come in." Junko backed and looked at the Saotome biot droids while she was directing them and well they could operate with some combat expertise if they programmed and had them like that but the basic progamming made it ideal for running and ensuring they had the crew and staff capable to do everything. The jedi aces could handle the rest and give them air coverage when she was cycling through the assets they had to give out across everything. They had some worlds around here that were barren but they would serve a purpose and provide them a number of benefits in different things. "Continue to work with the assets we have around the caldera and alert me when the ships we called in arrive."

 

[Jericho]

Location: Battlefield -> Where the ships are landing
Objective: Get the heads of the Army
Allies: [member="Syn"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Auron Song"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], Other Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Sirella Valkner"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], Other Sith in their defense


As the bodies came towards the warrior, he raised a hand and turned the incoming beasts into ash and when Master Syn cried 'batter up'; in response the warrior took in a deep breath and let out a tremendous breath that differed from a force bellow. It was a form of air shaping using his own body and unleashing a hurricane like breath the sent the incoming bodies blasting them backward on the desert sands that was the battlefield. The fire around him began to intensify, his white flames grew and danced elegantly to his call, the decaying bodies of the undead around him melted as didn't their old weapons. The ones that had blasters attempted to fire only to be easily deflected to his force barrier, with the time to breath the warrior could only see the number of ships gathering and landing by an old ruined area. For whatever reason, that seemed to be the gathering spot for the invading sith and most likely the stem of where the undead were flooding from. "Master Syn..." The warrior started off and paused. The warriors looked back and watched as the the cannons and the rangers began to fire on the zombies holding the outer gates. "Kill as many as we can as we make our way to those ships." There was still a great distance between them and those ships and the army of undead seemed to be ever growing and Jericho could feel more stronger auras arrive on the battlefield. "Seems more sith are coming, Master Syn. Prepare for a prolonged battle." The two masters were mighty in their own right but without reinforcements the duo would have to retreat to the outpost.

Spoiler

short post and miss out on alot of people, next post hopefully will be more detailed and a better read.....hopefully.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban.
[member="Connor Harrison"]

His right arm had been smashed back into its socket. There was pain, but he barely felt it. He had struck it with enough force so that the kinetic gel work its magic, but that right arm wasn't going to be blocking anything blunt. No matter.

Athyssius's lightsabre was within a reverse grip, if the Jedi was going to want to grasp the lightsabre that was in his left hand, he'd be subject to feeling the Sith Lord's wrist twitching as the blade stopped running parallel with his arm and ventured dangerously close to Athyssius's elbow, but the part that was closest to the hilt were pressing against the protected fingers of the Jedi Master. Oopsies. Thus, forcing the saber down into the sand was unlucky, it would've had to have been pointed in front of him, rather than behind him to touch the ground, there was no sizzling.

Regardless of what happened as the Jedi pulled him closer, Athyssius's gauntlets were still Crushgaunts, and his right hand was unimpeded, and capable of being used now. The fist that would've crashed into his neck was instead caught by the wrist, and the fingers of the Sith Lord slowly started to tighten around them, and likely crushing the inferior material, as his head rotated about to look the Jedi Master dead in the eyes. They were in awkward position, two grown men lowered to the ground, because Connor wanted to force him into the ground.

The Sith Lord dropped his lightsabre.

It didn't deactivate, for it was force guided, the life force of the crystal that he had had for over a decade reaching for him, yearning for him to hold it. He took a page out of the Dark Jedi Akhilleus' book. The lightsabre aimed to open up the guts of the Master between the bodies of Athyssius and Connor, basically, right where the earlier Force Blast had no doubt weakened it significantly.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: Resolute-class Medium Star Cruiser - Enroute to Caldera
Objective: Reinforce SJO
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Thoja Arlos"]
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Grimoire"] [member="Darth Raxis"] @Catalys Maijora

Fleet
Battle Line 37
MC60a Resolute-class Medium Star Cruiser - Mon Jortan
MCL40 Valiant-class Light Star Cruiser - Cala Storm
MCL40 Valiant-class Light Star Cruiser - Rightious
MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate - Carisa

Assault Line 38 - Transport only
Evakmar MkIII - Roanoke
Delphin-class Frigate - Vista
Sentinel-class Patrol Frigate - Chamberland

"Reversion in three, two, one" said the jump officer as the small fleet, assembled by Reshmar hastily over Mon Cala, exited hyperspace in the Rhelg system. most of the group had been slotted for deployment to the area but had been held up by bureaucratic red tape and been sitting over Mon Cala for days. Now the ships and troops , who had been waiting patiently aboard the massive Evakmar MkIII type vessel had finally arrived in theater and ready for a fight. Escorting the transport and flanking it were the Vista, a Delphin-class Frigate and the Chamberland, a Sentinel-class Patrol Frigate. Both ships had been routed from a Directorate patrol group for escort duty when the call for help was received. The assault line settled into sub-light space off the port flank of the small battle line Reshmar had put together.

The 37th battle line was built around the newly commissioned MC60a Resolute-class advanced cruiser. Designated a medium star cruiser by the Mon Cala ship gauge, this seven hundred and fifty meter ship was built for rapid deployment missions and designed to work alone when needed. Today the new vessel would not be alone, it was flanked on each side by a smaller MCL40 light cruiser and to the aft by an MCE30 Escort frigate. The four ships sat motionless for a moment staring down the Rhelg system in the distance.

"Comm, get me an update on the tactical situation," said Reshmar as he spun his command chair around to look at the three officers at the communications console. The section commander nodded and instructed his officers to scan for any traffic or messages that would help Reshmar determine his next move.

"Sir, We have confirmation that Korriban is under heavy attack. Forces there have asked for assistance in dealing with the large sith force now on world." said the communications commander. A moment passed and he spoke again. "We also have confirmed reports of a fleet moving through the area attacking our forces on other systems. No firm tactical data as of yet but we do have some traffic from Bosthirda, and Dromund which indicate sith fleet activity there." said the man now looking over more data scrolling over the screen. "Also sir, we have an active Directorate frequency in theater. I believe it is Admiral Quee." finished the man as he turned his head from the screen on the console to Reshmar awaiting any further orders.

Reshmar considered the information for a moment then turned his chair to the large tactical screen on the wall. a large map of the Caldera with primary and secondary hyperspace routes was displayed with real time data being added to it as it was received. The reports of the fleet hitting systems was definitely following one of the routes, at least for now.

"Captain order the Thirty Eighth to proceed to Korriban to reinforce the forces there. The have helm set a course for the Jaguada system best speed." said Reshmar to his executive officer. With any luck the Sith force moving along the old Kamat Krote hyperlane would be in the logical next stop on its tour of the caldera. IF not The thirty seventh would be in a good central position to deploy as needed.

"CAG, deploy two flights from 3rd squadron and have them investigate the Bosthirda and Dormund systems then meet us at Jaguada. Deploy the third flight as a CAP in case we jump into a bad situation and need immediate support." said Reshmar to his air wing commander. The commander pressed a comm, and instructed the crews of their new orders and prepped the remaining attack craft of the three ships for battle.

"Captain, once they are deployed take us to hyperspace," said Reshmar to the man now nodding he understood and began to carry out his orders. Reshmar sat back in his chair and swung it back to look out the forward glasteel viewport at the large spot in the distance that was the Rhelg primary. So much misinformation and too many unknowns were plaguing his mind. The region was under a massive coordinated attack which was contrary to the information he had gotten at first. HE hoped he had brought a large enough group to do some good but feared the lack of data had caused him to underestimate the true scope of the situation in the Stygian Caldera. Maybe he needed to reach out to his old friend and see if he could get more solid intel and maybe coordinate how to proceed. That would be his next step once he and the thirty seventh were deeper into the caldera. For Reshmar would wait and see what he found at Jaguada.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Location: Thule, Hurom
Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: The Commonwealth forces, [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Lieutenant Anat Merrick"]
Potential/Temporary Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Gear: Sonic Pistol, Shatter Gun, Shell Spider Silk Armor, Lightsaber, 3 bottles liquor

The Sith had indeed always been plagued with betrayal, no matter how much one Sith Order or another wished to change it betrayal would forever persist as long as there were such pitiful emotions like jealousy. Too many Sith looked at others wishing for what the other had, wishing for the power another controlled or wanting to elevate their position among their brethren. It was a never-ending cycle that had been occurring since long before I had been a twinkle in my own fathers’ eye and would continue on till long after my own death. However, the reason I would strike out against Kaine was not for power, not for recognition but for the freedom of Thule. As long as there was some form of leader, or government controlling and holding down the people no one could truly achieve the freedom that the Sith code spoke of.

Perhaps I’d never be the sith that cared only for himself, or that had high ambitions of being a dark lord. Yet that was my own burden to bear, my deeds were for me to atone for. No other Force using order or group of people understood freedom the way I did. The closest allies I’d find would be the Sith and for that I must deal with such inconveniences till the opportune moment where I could rid myself of them. “Yes the environment will indeed be our ally in this endeavor.” I said to the Sith not clarifying on the vague statement. There was no need, one truly fluent in the ways of the force knew that one could bend a very planets environment to their will. A power I had steeped myself in since my rebirth as a force user.

Hand pressing against the cool glass view screen I closed my eyes, with a slight exertion of the force the glass exploded outwards with a discordant mixture of sound that would cause static over the com frequency. In an instant I breathed in as a gust of wind blew into the control tower circling around me. Coming to its true master. Eyes still closed I opened myself to the force. Sith often grabbed the force, bent it to their will. Broke it down and made it a beast of burden but I worked in concert with it letting it feed off my own emotions. The energy I was summoning now came from the environment itself. The clouds, the trees, the water, all filled with the force. One just had to know how to wield it. Hands slowly rising above my head they moved in a circular motion and outside the skies above Hurom darkened. The air hummed with power as I fell in a trance becoming one with it, working in tandem with it.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Mateus-class fleet carrier - En route to caldera
Objective: Reinforce SJ

Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Aisha Marc"]
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Grimoire"] [member="Darth Raxis"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Darth Ignus"]

Hangar (undeployed):

• 60 T-70 X-Wings
• 60 TIE/rv Reaver bombers

A few days after the rest of the Design Triumvirate returned to Ringo Vinda from Elom, Charzon found herself thrust in her first mission as Jedi Protector of Ringo Vinda despite her complete inability to use the Force. She was entrusted the command of the prototype carrier, the Mateus, that a certain [member="Taneas Haring"] asked her to fire its main batteries to wreck six derelict frigates from the Old Republic, to carry out that mission. Beyond the fact that a Jedi Padawan who served as an Ace was at the very beginning of his training process, and that her Master was already deployed in the Stygian Caldera, it was natural for her to be a party in this conflict. Her name? Julie Jutland; she was nominally Charzon's executive officer. And her commanding officer, Charzon. The Mateus was a little odd because it was designed with cruiser-sized and larger opponents in mind rather than smaller ships: its main battery was designed for just that. A long-range 380mm-caliber hypervelocity cannon would be able to punch massive holes on Sith ships if they manage to hit.

"Stay close to any allies we find once we are dropping out of hyperspace!"

"Roger, roger"

"Once we have arrived, battle stations!"

"You seem to be more in the mood to hit the casinos dead center as many runs as you could get when you don't fly, Julie. Reach for the starfigther run once battle stations are ordered" a bomber pilot told her.

"You're not only our ace in the proverbial hole, Julie, but also our best sabacc player! May the Force be with us all today!" the reserve carrier pilot told Julie.

"I sense a disturbance in the Force"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Korriban City, walltop, staring at the distant battlefield
ALLIES: [member="Sirella Valkner"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Gallus"], [member="Darth Vashti"], [member="Darth Eversor"]
ENEMIES: [member="Jericho"], [member="Syn"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Auron Song"]

Behind him, all was calm, all was bright. Korriban City was a decent place to live, most things considered. The local militia was defending it, plus some droids so far as he'd heard, and the Sith hadn't sent undead in there. The Sith forces were arrayed around the city and on the walls, in a strong and reinforced perimeter. Somewhere around here, Sirella Valkner, a woman he'd once served, commanded things. It had been a very, very long time since he'd stood at her side as her right-hand creature. Only the fate of Korriban itself, where he'd once been a spirit, could have brought them both back here at the same time, for the same cause.

You didn't last twenty years in the dark as a Forcer without learning to enhance your sight. He tore his gaze away from the scar-jawed woman who'd brought part of the undead army, and focused on the distant battlefield. A long distance away, at that battlefield, Jedi clashed with undead at their outpost.

The relative distances didn't concern him. You didn't last twenty years in the dark without learning patience. He tested the edge of the alchemical lanvarok that rested on the walltop's crenellations. Slowly, carefully, he ran a Svolten rhyolite whetstone up the edge, and waited.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Location: Elom
Objective: Install a dictator
Allies: The Sith Order, eventually
Enemies: Dumb primitive monarchists in orbit, having babies. Cloning's more efficient....



Olom smiled as he led his militia through the streets, taking to city hall with eagerness. "Peace through power! Strength through Reason! Might of Mind!" The chanting grew louder, the numbers grew larger. A militia of miners and monsters and madmen, led by one quiet, subtle voice, whispering promise of a grand future in their ear. "The greatness of Elom shall be Restored! PEACE THROUGH POWER!!!"



Olom continued his march. Rhetoric. Politics. Easy to pull the strings. Easy to make a war. He focused on the mob, on their emotions. It was draining, to push on every member of the mob, so he had to focus on groups at a time. Think of them as livestock to be herded instead of people. Money, power, machismo, arrogance. Fascism was easy. Find the angriest bunch of dolts, give them someone to blame, and fan the flames. Let those scared of their own poverty blame the elite. Let those scared of their enemies feel more paranoia. Let everyone believe the world is being stolen from under them



Conveniently, the Jedi, or monarchs, or whatever [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and his crew were, were too busy acting like aristocrats to pay attention to the world beneath them. A hungry mob, eager to shed blood, had arisen, armed and goaded by a gifted little liar. Something new was born--an idea. And it wouldn't go away easily....

 

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

Location: New Adasta, Ziost, Ziost System
Objective: Talking to Sith.
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Tricia"], [member="Gir Quee"]
Neutral: [member="Darth Ignus"]
Enemies: N/A

She wasn't exactly thrilled to hear about Darth Ignus' intent to bring his 'pets' aboard her ship. She imagined some of those revolting beasts that Sith alchemist often employed in war. The lack of resistance to her terms was also concerning. This Sith must have been supremely confident in his machinations.

"Very well. You will be granted clearance to land on the Buyon after I board. We'll be speaking right inside the hangar." After ending the call, she got back with Heavenshield for an update.

"Darth Ignus has agreed to my terms, so we'll be taking off shortly. I plan on leaving my Berkut with the Prime Minister as added security."

At the mention of the Berkut, the commander of the ground team stepped forward, helmet resting under one of his arms. Warrant Iosif was a severe looking man with piercing blue eyes that could bore through Beskar, but Rose met his gaze looking completely unperturbed, the gruff Berkut being one of her favorites.

"What is it, Iosif?"

"I don't care how sweetly this Sith talks. I'm having the Starck (personal yacht) come to the government center for pickup. I also request that any Jedi in the city fall back here. In my experience, for every Sith you can see, there's ten more lurking."

He glanced over at Heavenshield for a moment as he made his recommendation.

"Thank you, Iosif. I do hope that the Jedi heed your request, for I agree. Now, see me out."

He nodded, then slipped on his helmet before leading the two women and Minister Delphin outside between his squadmates. Outside in the plaza, it was abuzz with activity as police officers and soldiers established barricades around the government center. For now, the people of New Adasta would be permitted to move freely, but the capital police and the prime minister's personal guard weren't taking any chances as just about every other planet in the Caldera was now embroiled in conflict.

Minutes later, her yacht would arrive as promised, then cart the trio up to the Buyon.

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Now aboard the pocket carrier, she was met by officers of the Buyon, along with the two squads of Berkut she had requested be transferred from the Svir. Some of them stood out openly in formation before the hangar entrance, while others were tucked away in corners of the hangar under the cloak of Odominous Units. They could still be sensed within the Force, but their exact movements would likely remain a mystery. Weapons were at the ready, prepared to mow down any threats to their Princess.

With her units set, Ignus was given permission to finally board. Standing with Delphin and Heavenshield, Rose largely remained composed, but couldn't help thumbing at her ring between clasped hands. In her business and political dealings, she had confronted some of the more vile beings the galaxy had to offer, but this would be her first time coming face to face with a Sith Lord. She would have to have her wits about her, as the fate of all of Ziost could be determined within the next few moments.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Boarding the Buyon
Objective: Converse with the Light
Allies: [member="Niysha"] [member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Ansgar"] [member="Nyra Mazul"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Mira Rekali"]?

The RAL approached the enemy vessel at speed. It was a fast little landing craft, capable of reaching across long distance much more rapidly than many of the other landing craft on the market, and its design better protected the pilot. As it did so, it was pinged by a stealth fighter craft. The craft itself might not be visible, but active scanning a ship was a good way to make your stealth craft not exactly stealthy.

"Sir, we were just scanned."

"By the Jedi's forces?"

There was a pause from the comms and then, "I just checked with the Mirial Accord's scanner team and they indicated no scanning from the Jedi vessels."

Strange. He wondered about it. There were other probabilities than a cloaked vessel, of course. Random anomaly's were known to happen in space. All the same, he would keep that in mind if things came to hostilities. They might have a hidden enemy in the system, which would necessitate them drawing back to investigate that possibility rather than directly engaging the enemies main forces here around the planet. Not that he wanted things to come to that, but he had to take into account all possibilities, no matter how remote. Doing so allowed him to be aware of the situation, and adapt to what needed to be done in any given situation.

He left it alone for the moment, as the RAL approached their destination, was granted clearance, and soon settled down within the ships hangar. This was where they were going to meet. Under the circumstances it was likely better than a confined space, and he could understand their concern. As the ship settled, he looked at his two Sith companions, a cool simmer in his eyes.

"Best behavior. We're here to resolve this quick and easy."

When the lander's ramp lowered, he stood and allowed the four guards to go ahead of him. These were dressed in base, old fashioned stormtrooper armor, which was still sufficient for operation in the modern era. The only difference was that they didn't wear the helmets. This allowed them a flexibility of vision that stormtroopers had never had. Two stood on each side of the ramp at attention, after surveying their surroundings and the Jedi's defensive force. Once that was done, Leos walked forward and down the ramp, flanked on each side by the Maalraas, Arus and Milan. Not Sith abominations as the Ambassador expected, just creatures of Dxun. Dangerous ones, but still unaltered.

He approached the group, likely with Onley and Ansgar at his heels, where they should be as they were Sith Acolytes and should be presented as well. He would stop a reasonable distance from them, aware that they wouldn't want him too close, all things considered, and offer them a curt bow.

"I am Darth Ignus. These are my associates, Onley Xiangu and Ansgar. We've come to speak with someone of authority with the Jedi." His eyes would drift to Coci at this point. "Which I believe would be you, Master Heavenshield. We have an offer to make you, to end this conflict, if you'll hear it."

He was aware of the other forces stationed within the hangar. You couldn't hide beings with a Force presence from a Force user with such a device, but he only knew their location unless he invaded their minds, and he wasn't of a mind to do that at the moment. He was, however, a bit annoyed at the tactic. He could have had the Maalraas use their ability to conceal themselves, but he'd chosen to be forthcoming rather than stealthy and secretive.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Elom
Objective: Evolution
Allies: [member="Olom Grihk"]
Enemies: I think @Thyrain Heartfire an @Kara Vi'dreya are busy right now, but I'm not sure

Elomin and Elom. Two different species that came to rely on each other during the occupation by the great Galactic Empire. Now subjugated by the "Silver" Jedi. Many jokes could be made of the name, but today was not the day for jokes. Today was a day of action, to ensure the Stygian Caldera was not compromised to such whimsical ideologists. Far from straight conquer the idea was to reveal the Jedi for what they were, a batch of brigands who coddled and encouraged weakness in their 'flock', so they could exploit them for their own gains.

Which in itself was a mix of good and bad things. Neelig didn't mind the exploitation, it was their right to abuse those their weaker, but to make the public think it was for their benefit? It only served to stagnate opposition through ideology rather than strength, weakening the whole of the system and slowing the evolution of the generation. "Peace Through Power", a slogan raised by a Columi of all things, was an interesting truth. Peace was a reward for those strong enough to enforce it, for however long they could make it last. Even Palpatine could only make it last so long before rebellions crowed.

The Columi had gone through a great deal to excite the populace. He'd armed them, he was leading them to combat. To overthrow the shackles that bound them. Neelig would be joining them soon, just another ten minutes from touching down on world.