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Junction The Spoils | Sith Order/Mandalorian Empire Junction for Apoptosia and Empty Hex



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It had taken but a day for the carrion scent to waft through the Blackwall and across the Parlemian Trade Route.
The initial probings by Sith forces for what was meant to be a counter-strike against the Imperial Confederation after their attack on Brosi found no grand armadas or stalwart bastions to greet them, rather just empty space and the trails of retreating vessels. When the Sith launched their assembled task forces anyway and spearheaded what was meant to be Imperial space, the reason soon became clear. Their foe had turned their vices and weapons inwards against one another.
A similar situation began to unfold within the Mandalorian bounds as well, reports of Imperial and Diarch forces withdrawing from known positions and lines all across the galaxy. Reports which seemed too good to be true even after the defeats that both factions had suffered recently. Incursions were sent out to investigate these apparent retreats and soon found themselves engaged in these outbreaks of conflict between the Imperial worlds.
When the Mandalorian and Sith forces finally met amidst the systems comprising and surrounding the Tion Cluster the suspicion and trepidation with which both had acted in investigating the Imperial space soon turned into a grim relief and even more bloodthirsty drive. The Imperial Confederation had evidently begun its death throes and they both wished to usher in the last breath.

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Tion has become the main focus for the Sith advance, now joined by Mandalorians seeking to use their allies’ momentum to their advantage. The shipyards in orbit serve as the main line of defense and prize in equal measure, defended by a fleet of Imperial vessels which are still recovering from their previous losses.
Now though they are trapped between orbital reentry and the crushing weight of the combined forces bearing down upon them. With the last of the defending ships either beaten back into the shipyard’s ports and gantrys or now burning hulks, dozens of boarding vessels and pods now streak towards the stations to finish the Imperial forces aboard. There are ships and prizes to be claimed this day, and plenty of blood to be shed along the way.

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Lianna, once the capital of the Imperial Confederation, now lies within the clutches of its worst foes. And they appear to be fresh out of mercy. Fleets of Mandalorian and Sith alike have begun decimating the planet shortly after leaving the stations and fleet that had been defending the orbit in ruins.
While taking the fight planetside on a large scale isn’t part of the plan, there are still valuable assets and information that can’t simply be glassed without losing the advantage that they would give. Corporate headquarters, military complexes, sophisticated industries and factories, all of which are being spared the bombardment so that small groups can venture down from orbit and retrieve whatever of value might remain within them.

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Voss was a world of relative strategic interest yet decidedly little investment in terms of actual defense or resistance. In fact the Voss themselves actually welcomed the invading forces with open arms. Having apparently "foreseen" this day they have eschewed what would have been a costly and futile resistance in favor of greeting the Mandalorians and Sith as peers rather than conquerors.
A grand banquet has been arranged in Voss-Ka to celebrate their arrival, coinciding with calls for diplomats and authorities from both factions to discuss Voss’ neutrality and cooperation in the coming days following the Imperial withdrawal. The Voss Mystics have also tentatively opened their services to outsiders for this event, allowing for a glimpse into the future for the patrons of the banquet as well.

 

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TION
The Eye of Helvede
Objective 1 - Assist the Remnants
Enemies: Mandalorians/Sith

Distress signals had emanated from Tion though they sounded more like pleas for assistance and cries of mercy.

Tion had been important to the Imperial Confederation, it boasted a shipyard, a spaceport and three industrial moons though the world itself was largely oceanic.

When the Imperial Confederation had collapsed in on itself and withdrawn to three key Fortress Worlds it was only natural that a remnant would want to stay and preserve the economic and industrial influence afforded to them.

It would appear that was particularly foolhardy.

A Fleet left hyperspace on the far side of one of Tion's industrial moons, using the celestial body to cover its entrance into the zone of engagement.

The Eye of Helvede, an immense amalgamation of Command Carrier and Battlecruiser lead an ensemble that was composed of a retrofitted Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, the Hammer, a Tyrant III Class Missile Cruiser, the Hounds Tooth, a pair of Celox-Class Frigates and a lone Lianna II-Class Corvette, the Prixar.

Not the largest fleet that had ever been fielded but capable nonetheless.

They began to wheel around the moon, their weapons already charging and shields raised. Against the backdrop of the Eye of Helvede the other ships were diminuative, even the Hammer was less than half its size.

On board the Eye of Helvede the bridge crew reported scans and communications while sensors identified enemy vessels. The Captain of the vessel would have turned and said...

"Lord, we have reports that remnant forces have suffered heavy damage. Our scans show the wreckage of dozens of smaller vessels and several larger ones. It appears a combination of Mandalorian and Sith boarding vessels and pods are now breaching the shipyards."

A Holo Emitter projected the image of the Umbaran onto the bridge raising the question as to whether or not he was somewhere deeper in the ship or on board at all.

The flickering projection of the Umbaran was true to form however, he was concealed beneath his Shadowcloak save for his head. Ochre glimmered in the corners of his eyes while he followed the situation...

"Assist the shipyards. The Hounds Tooth to begin its barrage. Relay orders throughout the fleet. Ready squadrons for launch. Prepare tactical assessments, weapons ready."

...the Captain would call out the orders across the bridge leading Officers and Crew into action.

The Umbaran waited for more information, particularly fleet placement and numbers of the enemy.

Orders were relayed throughout the fleet which prepared to open fire but had yet to engage. The Hounds Tooth, receiving its orders would launch a barrage of 'Cluster Missiles' from any of its sixty (60) launchers. It targeted dropships and pods launched towards the shipyards, the missiles intending to shred the smaller vessels to pieces and offer remnant forces some small amount of relief from their current predicament.

Notibly, the Prixar would be difficult to detect or target. It remained at the rear of the Eye of Helvede using the ships massive bulk as an enormous blind whereas the other vessels arrayed themselves around the Command Carrier.

The Eye of Helvede - Command Carrier/Battlecruiser
Shields - Undamaged
Armor - Undamaged
Superstructure - Undamaged
The Hammer - Imperial I-class Star Destroyer
Shields - Undamaged
Armor - Undamaged
Superstructure - Undamaged
The Hounds Tooth - Tyrant III Class Missile Cruiser
Shields - Undamaged
Armor - Undamaged
Superstructure - Undamaged
Celox-Class Frigate (1)
Shields - Undamaged
Armor - Undamaged
Superstructure - Undamaged
Celox-Class Frigate (2)
Shields - Undamaged
Armor - Undamaged
Superstructure - Undamaged
The Prizar - Lianna II-Class Corvette
Shields - Undamaged
Armor - Undamaged
Superstructure - Undamaged

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Objective II (Sorta): Delenda Est
Equipment: Lightsaber / Sidearm / Dagger
Tags: OPEN


Perhaps unsurprisingly, Neryn had little patience for complex boarding actions or delicate diplomatic overtures. This was his first time riding to war with the Sith, and he'd wanted nothing more than to be loosed on the planet below.

At his core, the Sephi-Thing was a simple creature. The value of financial information, weapons schematics, or other valuable data was far less fun than simply putting the world to the torch. Neryn wasn't here for Lianna's resources.

He was here for its people.

The creature released his grip, letting his latest victim topple to the rubble-strewn street below. The withered, mummified remains appeared to have aged decades in mere seconds, but for his part, the winged spawn had never felt more alive. His crystal heart glowed fiercely in his chest, glutted on stolen life.

As always, Lirka Ka Lirka Ka had been right. This was fun, far more so than anything else he'd yet experienced. Neryn had spent the past hour or so rampaging through Lianna's streets (and skies), wreaking petty terror on any who crossed his path.

Remnant Imperial soldiers, local law enforcement, and hapless civilians who'd failed to evacuate, all were all fair game. Just retribution, in his mind, for the plight of Brosi. The fact that Neryn hadn't been around for the Second Siege of Brosi mattered not at all; his creator had impressed upon him that Imperial scum deserved everything they got.

Neryn flexed his arm, generating a rippling ball of liquid yellow flame in one hand. Seconds later, the projectile detonated spectacularly on the roof of a large apartment building, instantly moltenizing much of the top floor.

Several other structures had already gotten a similar treatment, but the night was very much still young, and Neryn was still plenty energetic.

He flexed his wings, flitting cheerfully from building to building and dousing each in sorcerous fire. Maybe if the fun wore off, he'd bother doing something useful, but for now, he was content to visit on Lianna a fraction of the ruin that Brosi had (supposedly) experienced.

At first, Neryn's predations had been limited by his frankly modest skill and training. Still, as he gorged himself on life energy, they were slowly growing in scale and intensity. This was his nature, of course. A living, chaotic wildfire, turning from a simple spark into something terrible, if left unchecked for long.

Fortunately, thanks to the Sith bombardment fleet in orbit, his new playthings weren't going anywhere. There was no escape from Lianna (at least not easily) so he had plenty of time to have his fun. So far, he'd been careful to stay away from actually important infrastructure; that was the domain of loftier heads than his own.

At least, it was for now. Neryn fell somewhere between "full of youthful rashness" and "aggressively stupid", and probably wouldn't be held back for long. After all, if he didn't destroy it, the fleets overhead eventually would.

What a shame that would be.


 

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