The Strength of Many (Vanguard)

[Garza]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvOlaum3Crg

S A F E H A V E N
Nirvana - City of Peace

I stood among many of the Vanguard. Dressed in what royalty of the Hellyni people would spit upon, I wore a very simple set of jeans, a v-neck t-shirt and a leather jacket. Blaster pistol on my thigh, lightsaber on my belt, and the force within my veins. I, Thalia, Right hand woman, and apprentice to Atheus the Voidwalker am here to help with the peace talks between the two largest city-nations on the planet of Safe Haven. Having discovered it just over two weeks ago when exploring space around the Iron Empire, The Vanguard, A unit of Atheus' people, came to find a way to help.

It's here that I stand with a few members to prevent total war on the planet, and potentally made relations with the people to have the Vanguard a home away from home. I was nervous as hell. I had helped with the creation of the temple on Ilum with the Iron Legion, and even aided in fleeting and battles that Atheus took part in, but I had never actually lead a group of people on my own.

Atheus trusted me with much. I Thanked him, yet I hated him for it. Breathing in as all four parties coming to speak today were separated so far. It was then, I could hear a Knock on the chamber doors. One of the Vanguard Soldiers standing guard in place of the City of Nirvana not having a strict police force, knocked on the door and entered. Wanting to inform me that we were ready to go. Standing straight from my rather slouched position, I moved out. Turning around at the door to face all those who were with me.

"Keep your hands in your pockets. And lets try and make this civil with these people. Remember, they have been fighting for years. They will lose their tempers, and we have to act as the level, critical and unbiased party. Now, Lets go and make peace with the locals."

Walking out, I led the way to the main chambers, Large and expansive, I felt like a bug compared. The artwork was so detailed, the sculptures were fine, and were made of a black substance. Likely Rimidian ore. One of the more valuable metals on the planet. Looking around, Each group took their seats at a table, and there were refreshments provided should someone get a little snacky.

I walked alone up to the center, where three others joined me. The Head Pillar from Damanta, The King of Summur, and the High Priestess of Nirvana. Each of them introduced themselves to me.

Darron Ingneel - The Pillar of Knowledge, King Gerun the Third - True heir to the Throne, And High Prestess Zelda - Ladyship of Nirvana, and appointed "Dove." Each of them brought their own experiences to the table. Each were much older than myself. And all of them were ready to speak with a pen, rather than a sword.

"We all come here in peace. Let our talks, begin."

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Nirvana's Main Gate
North Facing, the Sun highest in the Sky.

I stood with every available man, and woman from all four factions that were meeting here today. My ability in battle was spread among the troops of the locals to understand that I am not one without Duty, Honor, or Dedication to the cause, and the protection of their people. I felt... good, to be standing here in front of all of these men. Men who I trusted with my life. Men who I could depend on to watch my back, and fight beside me. Not as a soldier, not as a Local, not as an offworlder, but as friends, and allies.

This is the spirit that the Vanguard wanted to create with all of the people they could possibly come into contact with. Create a line in the sand, and stand defiant against war and oppression of governments. Manipulation by force, or by seduction. I trusted that Thalia would do her job with the Kings, and Royalty of the planet, as she would with our soon enough. It was my job as a Warden, and as the Seneschal to lead our people into battle against Terrorists, and dissidents who would fight against the idea of peace, even if temporary.

I was standing in just a pair of pants as I was preparing to don a simple set of Knightly armor. Crafted out of durasteel, Duraplast, and leather, it was a symbol of hope for the Vanguard. I hated being on the forefront. I hated having to lead, but I was willing to extend out of my comfort zone, lend a hand to those in need. I was starting to put on the armor. Having aid from "Private" who was one of the right hand men I needed in this battle.

He was speaking to me, but I let it slip my mind as my thoughts raced as to how the people could trust me? Those who followed me in battle knew me for a very short amount of time. Why could they trust me? How could I lead them? How was I supposed to prove to them my worth? I guess, all those answers would come in time. It was when I was being pushed on my chest that I looked at Private.

"Hey. You know you are ready to go right? And there is one last hurrah before the fight. They need you there Atheus."

Nodding my head, I breathed in. Raising the helmet from the table and was about to place it upon my head, when Private held his hand up.

"No. Don't hide. They need to see the face of their leader. To see that he is willing to die for their cause as much as they are. Rally them, and you will gain the respect of all."

I took a moment to think. Private was right. If I wanted true respect, I would have to show them who I am. Show them I am willing to sacrifice more than just my life, but my image as well. I smiled a little as Private stood there. Confused as to what I was thinking. Placing a hearty hand on his shoulder with the clinking of my armor,

"You know, you are smarter than you let on. Keep it up. While I do this, go through and check everything again for me."

The young man smiled at me and walked out of the tent. Taking one last breath, I held my helmet in my right hand, using my left to control the sword sheathed upon my belt as I walked out of the door. And into the Light.

Prepared to stand as one, with the strength of many.

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OOC INFORMATION

OBJECTIVE 1
Civil war has sprung between the kingdoms of Damanta, and Summur. With both of their troops and forces dwindling, they have come to a cease fire to discuss terms of treaty. They are meeting at a neutral city of Nirvana. A city that tries to bring peace and tranquility across the land. It is here that we will have delegates of the Vanguard participate in bringing the largest cities together.

You will join with Thalia in keeping these talks going.

OBJECTIVE 2
There is also a rumor of a threat to keep these cities from coming together. Hiding in the darkness, threats from a terrorist group have threatened to destroy both cities if they even come to make peace, let alone even accomplish the objective. They have threatened to attack the city of Nirvana. It is your job to defend the city from the armies that threaten it.

You will join Atheus in the defense of the city, and stand together as one.


I and Veiere will be your GM/DM and play the opposition. Should you guys need me to play as any NPC opposition, tag my Alt Despair. Thanks.

[member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Diana Veneris"], [member="Théodred Heavenshield"],​

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective One: Veiere Arenais.
Objective Two: NPC - The Gora Zealots, Prophets of Goragora.

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I am the Fires of Gora, I bring the flames to seed out all woes of sentient decline, my God is the one God to cast aside all the heresies of men of this world, to banish their sin in the eternal flames of the Mountain shadow, that all might burn for their ill becoming and once stripped of all pride and materialist luxuries, see what lays beyond their greed, the righteous fury of the eternal.

My people, the people of the Seven Kingdoms of Safehaven have become blind in their transgressions, for they have forsaken the purity of this world for their lust and their imposition, driven by the love of self worth and coated in fabrics of silks and gold draped from their necks, the very noose that will end their blasphemous ways as the true followers of Goragora act now before all is loosed upon our world, and none are spared in his unequaled might.

Today is a day of blood, the suns rise on a river of red, the prophets have spoken, this day was foretold and our names will be remembered for years to come as the day that this world first turned to change; we are to return to our faith, to our endless loyalty and praise of Gora, to put down all false idols of the putrid sin outside of our world. To dependant have our people become on these technologies, these tools of the impure, the self obsessed, lazy and entitled men of the known galaxy. Too ignorant are they who have ignored the call of the almighty, the mountain quakes in preparation for the coming battle to start the war of the end of this era and the beginning of our true future, one showered in the approval of the mountain, the only true safehaven here has become under the shelter of his wake, that his eyes be cast upon this place and he rightly judge those who serve him, who have stepped away from their loved ones, who have sacrificed all to remain true to who we truly are. We have not forgotten and after the blood that is spilled this day, all shall remember him, all shall kneel and cry out for his forgiveness, that their lives may be mercifully spared, least their sin be too great for Goragora to ignore.

Today beckons the horn of war, the great bellowing call to all who march upon the City of Nirvana, a name which holds the very contradictions of the unworthy. They are not exempt, though they believe themselves to be truly ascended of the rest of us, they do not see what lies beyond the veil, the land tremors with every foot step of our people, we raze the earth as our voices are carried across the horizon, songs of triumph just out of reach, songs of praise and worship to the mountain, to the fires that will once again purify our people, my people and by his design my hand shall strike fear and repentance unto all who stand before us.

We, those who march, those who bare arms in the name of the Mountain are the prophets of Goragora and we have been blessed, that the flames will not scathe our skin but our swords will send unto the vermin of this once great City, fire upon their hearts, the heat of a true God who's deliverance cannot be denied any longer. We are his people, and they are the damned, the cleansing has begun!

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Objective One: Negotiations of Nirvana, the future of Safehaven.​

Warden of the Vanguard, Protector of Commenor,​

Veiere Arenais.​

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Curious was this invitation from [member="Atheus"], he of whom was an affiliation of [member="Lady Kay"]'s though the two had never truly dealt with one another face to face up until the holo-call that had come to him directly across private channels, private channels that an outsider truly shouldn't have been able to decipher leading Veiere to suspect that this invitation had already been approved and perhaps even encouraged by Kay herself.

Already the Vagabond was enroute to the world of Safehaven, a place just beyond the Iron Empire's territories. Veiere had not been in the North for some time now, he had retreated to the world of Commenor following the eventual decline of his position on Ession, for personal reasons he had embarked for a return home and soon focused on organizing an established order of Force Sensitives, one that was still very much in the works but seemed to show a great deal of promise. There they might truly bolster the defense of the trade world he adored so much. This however did not distract him from the calling of his former life and when Atheus had asked of his help, that he might bring all the power that he had learned to weild for the protection of others less capable than himself, Veiere had not given a second thought to the invitation, instead leaving within the hour and with the company of his civilian pilot Cillian Braedon, the two left Commenor for the North, rumored to be on the rise with a new Sith Regime, already four governments imposing upon one another reputations of great might.

As the stars flew by the cockpit in a blaze of line, streams of galaxies and the swirl of their FTL warp, Veiere sat in the co-pilots seat not armed with his former armor though he still had it on his person but rather the tunic and the robe that he had forever worn before the need of steel. His part to come would be to utilize his words, his ability to discuss and co-operate with other parties in the hope of convincing them that this coming peace was exactly what they required in order to best defend and provide for their world as Commenor was currently doing for itself. He was experienced here, he had a Queen as his lover and in her many talks, he had watched and discovered on his own time what could pull people in, what could appease to their needs and what could effectively drive them away. The Gift of a silver tongue was a tool far more useful than any lightsaber in his experience and the ability to deter violence was beyond any doubt of his, far more valuable than the spoils of war.

Within the hour they would reach their intended destination and he would rendezvous with Atheus' contact Thalia of whom had surely been notified by now of their coming arrival. Cillian would not leave the vessel for his part remained played upon the diplomatic freigher, a yacht smaller than most which held little in the way of defensive capabilities though a priority for Veiere as it was his only fall back plan should all things go pear shaped. Until their arrival, his eyes would remain closed, his body still and his breathing slow, an exercise the younger male had come to get used to while Veiere sat in silent meditation, gathering his concentration within the force and reflecting on it's guidance that it might steer him in the right direction, that it might preserve the peace of this world and if by his own actions, he support the coming treaty that others would need not die for any more.

[member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Diana Veneris"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Aya Clarke]

Objective Two: Defense of Nirvana, the future of Safehaven.
Ser Aya Clarke, Knight of Kalis and Aelozath

A knight's sword was their shield and weapon both, to cut down those who would threaten their oaths, and defend those who could not defend themselves. The metallic sabatons of Aya Clarke had quickly become commonplace on these sorts of meetings, occasions where she was brought to attend to different matters. Twenty nine years, a good chunk of experience that a number of men here couldn't hope for, it was something that spread quickly. The fact that she was a woman helped these rumors spread faster, that a woman held any sway with the people defending Nirvana no doubt hurt some, it was almost inevitable.

Her blade on her hip, her armor fully donned, there was little for her to do as of yet. She wandered the lines of soldiers, offering small nods and continuing to memorize the different armors and uniforms these people wore. Without a fully realized HUD, there was room for error in combat. She had to at least recognize their types of armor, to minimize any friendly fire she could take part in.

There was some noise, a Atheus made his way out into the spotlight. Of course she was curious what he had to say, but she had her suspicions. The man played leader quite well... though he wasn't entirely someone she still felt fully comfortable with. More than most, of course, but he had much yet to do to earn her full trust. A side effect of their, less than usual meeting.

[member="Atheus"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Diana Veneris"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Objective Two: Defense of Nirvana

The Blood Matron stood outside [member=Atheus]' tent, dressed for war. Though her idea of combat attire was drastically different from the soldiers prepared to defend their city, and certainly different from their Commander's. Brown leather riding boots adorned her legs to just below the knee. Black, skin tight leggings covered her battle scared thighs, and keep her leather pistol holsters from chaffing. A pleated miniskirt sat at her flared hips, long enough to preserve her modesty without interfering with the draw of her primary pistols. Her torso was wrapped in a black and brown leather corset, or so it appeared at a glance. In truth the corset was a cleverly crafted piece of armor that had saved her life more than once. A second set of pistols sat in shoulder rigs beneath her arms, and her personal shield sat on the back of her hip. Hanging in sheaths from her belt were her primary melee weapons, a matched pair of swords, who's hilts protruded from beneath the blood red leather trench coat she wore. For all her equipment, while relatively lightweight, the Zabrak couldn't help but feel she hadn't brought enough with her. A rifle, she mussed silently. I should have brought one of my rifles

Before the Matron could continue to dwell on her lacking armaments, a soldier exited the tent, followed briefly by the man she had been waiting for. "Here." The crimson skinned woman held out a small device, a second shield emitter like her own. "Call it an overdue bonus for my swords. It's simple to use. Three settings, energy, thermal, and kinetic. Each setting just adds another layer of protection, but it will drain the power cell faster. Only turn it on if you think you're going to need it. The power cell doesn't last more than a few minutes on the third setting."

Once Atheus took the device, she thumped a fist down on the man's armored shoulder. "I'll be in the front if you need anything. Oh, and I have reinforcements, and a half dozen tanks waiting in orbit if you want them." The Zabrak flashed a charming little smile, all pearl white serrated teeth, and turned to leave. "I don't salute. Just so we're clear." She called over her shoulder as she began making her way to the front lines.

[member="Aya Clarke"] , [member="Veiere Arenais"] , [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Objective Two: Defense of Nirvana
Location: Outside Atheus' tent

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Atheus"]

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The creak of the leather on his robes as his hand moved over the blade of his sword helped T'héo focus. A steady stream of the light side of the force flowed from the palm of his hand into the metal of the blade. The blade forged by a smith on Midvinter for him years ago and since he had had the ability to imbue it, Théo had done so with the time he had spare and over time, the blade strengthen the common metal of his homeland. He did not notice but the blade began to glow with a soft white light as he worked caressing the cold metal time and again. Clinging by his side are his sabers, Belawir - his hand crafted saber from youth with solari crystal from Rhen Var and the hilt carved from antler by his father, and Ice, a gift from his padawan, Kiriko.

A shift in the wind caused the tent flap of smack against the canvas out of which the voice of Atheus could be heard before he strode out and walked with purpose in Théo direction. Théo's focus broken as he turned to look upon the man he barely knew personally at least, but knew of him. Théo stood and sheathed his sword and secured it to his waist via the leather strap, knowing the time soon approached when they would move out.

"You done making yourself pretty?", he said looking down pulling the leather strapping tight, with a slight grin curling his lips.

A woman approached, one of many that Atheus had gathered to the Vanguard, she was very forthright in her words which Théo admired yet not the aura surrounding her. But these, misgivings, would have to be put aside for today at least, they all had work to do.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: One

The holo-message from [member="Atheus"] had come. Kay was at her desk, mulling over new trade contracts and deals. Business was in a sense..booming. And with her therapy sessions going well, her situation in life was improving. Day by day, the corruption in her was fading, though it would never disappear forever. She had embraced Darkness for a time and had done some unspeakable things of which she had never spoken about to anyone. Nor did she plan to. Those that cared for her the most remained by her side and supported her while she healed from the trauma. At times Kay thought that it was progressing too slowly. But all good things come to those that wait, or so the saying goes.

Looking up flight logs, she noticed that [member="Veiere Arenais"] ' ship had already left the system. Was he given the same message? Why did he go with such haste without even a word? Kay frowned slightly. Perhaps he figured it would be too dangerous. More than likely his reasons were sound. But still, she was slightly hurt for the lack of being notified. Still, she couldn't expect to be sent galavanting across the Galaxy for anything other than a trade mission. She had her people to think about and care for.

She sent a message to both Thalia and Veiere, via a simple audio transmission. ~Lady Kay here. If you need my help or diplomatic advice, I'm just a message away. Good luck to you. May the Force be with you~ It felt funny to say that last part, and she hoped that her message didn't come across as snarky. But either way, she was going to ensure that she'd remain reachable.

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective Two: The Cult of Goragora​

The War Begins!​

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"They called me blasphemer, they called me zealot, warmonger and infidel. I caved their skull in two that God might witness the darkness in their minds. I devoured their hearts that the Mountain might purify the corruption in their soul. I took their lives that they might meet the mighty tempest of the next world and realize the error of their ways" - Prophet of Goragora, Methos Lorn.​

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From beyond the City Walls of Nirvana, the cries of war had filled the sky. Loud booming horns sounded from the lungs of warriors echoed across the far horizon, followed by the cheers of angry men and women, extremists of SafeHaven's ancient Deity Goragora, the God of the Mountain, of Fire and righteous fury. Their feet kicked up a storm of dust and dirt as the broke from the shield of the hillside, moving not in file but running at full pace, brute strength fueled by hated and a sense of divine purpose; these people truly believing that they would fight and die for their God, that those who looked to defend the City were beneath them in Sin and depravity. Among these foot soldiers, rode the zealots of Gora, massive legionnaires armored in bone and leathers, shards of metal and scavenged materials take from whatever caraven they could raid. Their mounts were the Akk Wolves, twice the size of the typical Aak Dog and twice as feral. How they had been trained to obey was beyond the general populace for these riders were ferocious, yet their wolves were of another kind of natural evil entirely. They were bred for war, that their teeth might sow the soil of the blood of man and their flesh, thick and stubborn, offering a true threat even to those armed with blasters.

"This world knows not the anger it has incited, they understand not the word of God, too easy have they looked to the promise of material appeal; these technologies and promises from the distant stars have forsaken our ancestors and demeaned the one who brought us into living. If they are not stopped of their ways, this world will cease to be and all, even the devout will perish, for we will have failed to show them the way; we will have failed to prove to the mountain that we are naught but flesh and bone, and all is owed to he" - High Sovereign of Goragora & Cultist Leader, Hakarn Rakul.​

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Their numbers far surpassed what had been expected of the Cult, and so had their creations of war. Beyond the hill side, their trebuchet's slammed stone blocks into the earth, launching up massive clouds of cinder as rock balls coated in oil and grasses burning in flame, filling the sky with black and descending upon the land; initial impact would crush any beneath its wake yet these flown giants were designed to spread the wild fire about the enemy; their means were primitive yet effective, their warriors wearing looks of great pride ready to die for their fanatical religious beliefs; their screams rose above the stamping of boots and beasts, loosed to incite fear into the enemy, those who would clash surely in arms against them for the last of their dying breaths caked in sin.

Swords were branded, Axes and spears raised high as the wind rushed through the horde coming down upon the enemy. Standing atop the mountain, the Prophets of Goragora looked on as their followers took the first step toward complete and utter repentance, whether through the death of themselves or the deliverance of the unclean, Gora would smile upon all today who would be welcomed in the afterlife - this they truly believed and in the face of war, they smiled for what they would soon be granted, peace and prosperity through the genocide of all Nay-Sayers.

[member="Atheus"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Diana Veneris"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Aya Clarke"]​

 

[Garza]

Nirvana - City of Peace
Negotiations

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJkOkh5gToU

As many came here to speak, others were still joining us. As such, I listened to the many quarrels that the others had against one another. Here say o assassination here, or a coupe here. Even spies that had been planted within one another armies, and militarizes. They started to argue with the High Priestess before we even got to the talks of what we were going to do to keep everyone at least happy. I moved forward to step between the two. And raised my voice.

"Silence to all!"

Almost the entire room fell into a sleep with words. Looking around, I felt all the eyes upon me. This was no good idea. It was at this time that a Vanguard member dressed in Iron Empire armor walked up and informed me that both Lady Kay, and her second in command contacted me. I nodded my head, and turned to speak to them while everyone kept their eyes on me.

"Tell the Queen of Commenor that she may come if she pleases. It would help with debates and the process of making connection between the two peoples of Safehaven and Commenor. Tell her Second that he is allowed to come, and we would welcome any who wish to speak. Bring him as fast as the wind."
"Yes Lady Thalia."

He bowed his head and quickly left the room. He looked tempted to run to deliver the message but had to keep himself professional for the time being. Turning back to the three, I bowed my respects to them and then spoke.

"If we are here to debate about the atrocities that have taken place in the past, and argue over which is worse, then we might as well give you two swords and finish this."

The two men looked at each other and seemed embarrassed at their actions for arguing. The King spoke up. Delivering what could be taken as an apology, but also was passive aggressive.

​"I am sorry for the behavior of ourselves. With the transgressions that has transpired, I wished that those responsible he held to it. However, Lady, you speak the truth. This is no better than using swords."

I nodded my head as the Nirvana priestess smiled brightly and then brought her hands together and bowed to me, and in turn to each other. All trying to become better through this process. Speaking up once more,

"This will not be easy. And this will take time. However, I ask that we do what we can to overcome our differences because our men, your men, are at the front gates protecting us for as long as they can so that we can become a greater nation. With that out of the way, I believe the best course of action, would to pull all Spies from all sides, back to their respective homes, and that any past doings are not to be held against them. As for open, and active killings, or assassinations, they shall be left to the respective government to be judged. What say you?"

There were a few head bobs, when the Pillar spoke up.
"All will be done. I agree that its best to move on from here. Remember what we did, so that we may not do it again, but to move on so its best for all of our people."

I nodded my head as we were finally getting somewhere. However, this was just breaking the ice.

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Nirvana's Main Gate
Defend

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tss1ZMCzs-Q

As I walked out of the tent, I was met with the face of a Female Zabrak. At first I just thought she was going to give me a pat on the back or say a few words, instead, she handed me an item i could use. A personal energy shield. I smiled a little at her through my locks of hair as I looked at it. Attaching it to my belt as I thanked her.

"Thank you for this. Should I need it, I will use it."

I placed my hand on her shoulder for a moment to show that it did mean something to me. Walking on, I could see that eyes were all on me. Even as I came to stand in front of a makeshift catapult provided by the King who is speaking with Thalia as I stood here. Taking a step up to stand on one of the beams, I could stand above people to see me more easily. I breathed in. This is not what I was for. I didn't make speeches. I didn't lead men. I didn't rally them.

Yet today, I did.

"I... am humble. Standing here seeing all of you before me, willing to die for the ratification of a peace between countries is no feeling to squander."

I looked all around me to see faces that were scared. Faces that would very likely die. Faces that would be burned into my mind for as long as I lived. It was my job to not let their deaths be in vain.

"I see your fears. I see the very threat that could claim the hearts of all of us. Where we could turn and head home for fear of death. That is not this day. We fight for our people. We fight for our lives. We fight... for the Vanguard. For the Kingdoms. For the people. Stand with me. Stand against the Zealots and the Priests of a false god. Fight with everything you have."

"Stand with me. Stand beside me in our countries time of need."

What could only be the truth said to them. They would all die. They would all perish. But it is our actions, are courage that would lead us here. That would bring us to a new age for this planet. Turning around as I could see that the armies of this false mountain god coming forward in numbers that we would not expect. Outnumbering us in every way. Mounts, and war machines built to bring our ends.

"They come breaking our doors. They come to rid us of what we stand for. Follow me into the valley of death. Ride strong, Ride hard. And never hold back. For it is this day that we knock back. It is our turn to show them that we are not afraid, and that we will not back down. Will you fight with me?!"

I couldn't hear anything else after I spoke as men and woman banged their weapons up against one another, screaming and shouting for this fight. To be willing to give the ultimate sacrifice to defend their country. I felt... humble again. In the face of so much, I wanted to fight with all I had at my own words. Taking my helmet, I placed it upon my head. Tying the straps under my chin, and pulling the faceplate down with the lock on the side.

Drawing my sword, The air chilled around me. The grass began to freeze as the frost around me was strong. Holding it out towards the sky, above my head, I then pointed forward.

"Prepare for battle!"



[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

Large army, significantly larger than their own or at the least larger than expected, with mounts and war machines. Aya wrapped her hand around the hilt of her blade, and with a resounding shiiiing the blade was drawn. The woman was fearless, that was certain, as she walked calmly to the front of the assembled army, taking a deep breath as she went. Soldiers lined the area behind her, and her crimson red cape fluttered as she stood before them, war machines darkening the sky, spreading destruction wherever they landed.

This was what Aelozians despised of war, but it was what they trained lifetimes for. The knight heard the resounding cries for battle behind her, and against such odds as these, their valor would be tested greatly. Even so...

"Goddess protect and watch over us, guide us home." Times like these, even a non-believer could find comfort in prayer, as otherwise meaningless as it was. And as Aya's second hand wrapped around the hilt of her blade, she felt all the stronger for those at her back, and the words in her heart and mind.

She wouldn't fail this time. No longer speaking to herself, she lifted her blade in front of her face, the blade held aloft and the hilt at her chest level. "Fear not the abyss my friends, we shall overcome. Let them come, let them throw themselves at our blades. Their own war machines will be their undoing, this I swear!" The few near enough to hear her over the roar of war seemed to find comfort, standing tall and strong. Perhaps there was hope.

[member="Atheus"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: One


Kay was already into her third cup tea before the message from Thalia came in. Or rather another of [member="Atheus"] ' people for Thalia. In an indirect way, the request was there for her go. A trade deal with a new planet was good modivation. Safehaven. She hadn't heard of the place, didn't even know where in the Galaxy it was. But someone would know.It wasn't as though she'd be piloting herself anyways.

She sipped her tea and made her arrangements to go. The Free Lady was her ship of choice. It was a diplomatic vessel first and foremost. Kay dug up what information on Safehaven that she could, downloading it to her datapad for further study on her journey. Then it was time to pack.

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Hours later she was well on her way. A message was sent to Thalia to let her be aware that she was on her way, just before The Free Lady jumped into hyperspace. That gave Kay ample time to study. Civil war, a city that tried to keep the peace....In some ways it was similar to Commenor. Yet in a lot of ways it wasn't.

Gifts were packed, as well as some samples of Commenor's goods. It was always better to not come in empty handed. Four of her guards came with her as well. Her Head of Security demanded it, and given a recent kidnapping attempt, she had to oblige. Though really she felt as though he was overreacting.

Kay wondered what [member="Veiere Arenais"] would think? Hopefully it would be a joyful surprise.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He stood among so many, all gathering around to listen to their leaders words, looking to find hope and strength within and once the rousing speech was done, it worked. All the men and women come to give their lives for this cause, stood proud and tall and making as much noise as possible. It reminded Theo of the battles of Midvinter, the Valkyri would do the same in order to evoke fear in their foes.

Theo did not need to rousing words, his purpose set and that gave him strength to come to the fight, yet he turned to see the army descending upon them. So vast in numbers, skilled warriors no doubt, and filled with irrational energy of the zealot. He care not for their Gods, only the force would be their to send guidance and give him the will to prevail.

War machines, how many had he seen of them, of all design yet they are not without weakness, in fact most of the time they are cumbersome and easy targets. Effective none the less and would need to be removed from the equation, if they were to stand a chance against this army. He pulled close to Atheus and unsheathed his sword pointing it skyward in reply. He was prepared for the fight and as soon as the charge would sound on the horn, the push would come.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective One: Negotiations of Nirvana, the future of Safehaven.​

Warden of the Vanguard, Protector of Commenor,​

Veiere Arenais.​

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His vessel descended upon the landing quarters of the great walled city of Nirvana, members of the official party coming out to meet with him, personal aids to the members of government who had been assigned to lead him to the hall of convergence of which they were sure to have already begun in talks without him. He was late, much later than he had meant for though this often tended to be the case when traversing such a great distance across the galaxy with the background noise of politics and his soon to be wife's livelihood under every beck and call. Thalia was expecting him, that much had been confirmed and relayed as he was forced to meet his welcome party without breaking stride, they of whom explained to him the nature of events ensuing outside while these diplomats and respective politicians argued amongst themselves behind the cover of their wall. It reminded Veiere of the Jedi's former failures feeling safe from the many threats and wars of the galaxy whilst behind the walls of their own enclaves and temples training in isolation away from the rest of society. There was nothing he could have done for Svivren to deter this falling so long ago, yet now it seemed he was given a chance to help spur these men into action and recognize the real risks that were outside of their wealthy decorated halls, the common people no doubt to be the first to suffer should the good men and women fail to protect against and fend off the horde that were in siege of the City.

Those who escorted him soon divolged the fact that the [member="Lady Kay"] had been in communication with the world, Veiere having missed the chance to discuss with her the details of his venture, he wondered if she even knew he was involved before they confirmed such a thing, stating that she was offering her assistance in the matter and may have even been underway to the world of Safe Haven. He didn't much like the idea of her jumping into a world already on the brink of civil war though she had seen far worse and he had learned not to try and smother her in protection but rather hold it against her in lecture later when she'd run into a wall not thinking for her own safety. Too eager was she to jump into the fire for the sake of others that she most often neglected himself. It was an annoyance and yet too something he loved about her, knowing full well that he was bloody guilty of doing the same. What that said about the future of their relationship he didn't quite know and yet up until now, they'd been through a wealth of adventure together, beating the odds both verbal and chaotically threatening at times to get where they were now. Engaged and active members of the politics for the colony worlds, Commenor serving as an epicenter of peace and democracy.

"Sorry I'm late..." Veiere apologized under his breath as he reached Thalia's side hoping that his late arrival hadn't been too well noticed, many of the others were still busy arguing between themselves though a couple seemed most interested in deciphering his identity through stern glares of curiosity and decisive in their instant dislike for his company; "I don't know what I missed in here but flying in I saw what's going on beyond the wall, we're under seige...-We need to get these people to come to terms now so that they can support the forces out their defending this city..."

[member="Atheus"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Diana Veneris"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Aya Clarke"]​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Objective Two : Defending Nirvana

The Zabrak Matron smiled quietly to herself while Atheus addressed the gathering of soldiers prepared to give their very lives in defense of their city, and their ideals for a peace on this planet. She knew the man didn't count himself a leader among men, but he spoke well all the same. With time, or so she hoped, the man would come to accept the responsibilities of his position, and with any luck would become a leader people could depend upon. Unfortunately that window of time dwindled to nothing as battle cries, and stampeding feet announced the arrival of the enemy.

Zenva's attention turned quickly to the advancing horde, her yellow-red eyes widening in disbelief. The shear number of bodies charging the city's main gate was daunting if nothing else. Her gaze flicked back to the soldiers around her briefly before turning to the army ahead of her once more. "Oh bloody hell. We're all going to die." She whispered to herself.

The Matron pulled her amber colored Shadez from the pocket of her coat, and slipped them on. She activated them immediately, focusing not on the charging army, but on the flaming bolder that was soaring through the air. "Kil'kae, I want that siege weapon confiscated immediately. Take the entire Priesthood, and turn that weapon against the enemy. Destroy it if that's not possible. Am I clear? "

Zenva's personal guard answered instantly, the fellow Zabrak woman's musical voice sounding through the comms built into the Matron's Shadez, " Right away Matron. What about you, my lady? Your Elites are on standby. I would advise calling them to support your position."

"Negative. Have Mister Irons and the remaining Elites drop west of my location, outside the battlefield. They are to provide support for the tank squadron, and flank the enemy once they are engaged." Zenva switched off her comm before the Priestess could reply. She knew her order would be obeyed without needing to wait for an actually affirmative.

The Zabrak moved to stand in front of her fellow defenders, and turned to face them. Her voice rose as she began calling out to the soldiers around her. "Right. Form ranks! Wedge formation in front of the gate! Vibro-pikes to the front. Kneel and plant your weapons! Let these barbarians crash against our blades like a wave breaking against the foot of a mountain!" The Matron pulled back behind the forming line of spears, drew one of her swords and one of her secondary pistols, and settled in to wait.

Soon those big, ugly lizard creatures would be in range and she could put her pistol to work. The weapon's built-in optical zoom was already linked to the HUD in her Shadez, and she could start putting armor piercing slugs into the eyes of those foul beasts. Once blinded, those behemoths would be just as dangerous to the enemy, if not more so since they outnumbered the defenders so heavily. Silently she whispered a prayer to her own Gods, brought her pistol up, and started putting rounds down range the moment those beasts were close enough.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Atheus"]

 

[Garza]

Nirvana City
Negotiations

It seemed like things were turning out a little better at the moment. No yelling, and it seemed I would have some more people on the way to aid me in keeping this all together. However, it was falling apart as the Pillar began to throw his weight around. Heavily.

"Why is it that this kingdom is free to do as they please, just because they are the only ones to have a star port!?"
"Surely we can build one within your city as well. I am sure the other pillars would agree."
"Not if I am having to pay for it. This lavish king should. He is the one who started all of this!"

It seemed to be getting worse as the man who I had hoped came in and whispered his absence away. I did not care if he was late, or if he was early. Though, he was right with his words to protect our, and their people, we had to work fast. Nodding my head, I returned to him with my own hushed tone.

"Its a bickering contest between children. If you have come up with a way to make then just shut up and say sorry and move on, then please tell me."

I shook my head with a sad smile, knowing that if Atheus were here, he would literally grab both of them and force them to say sorry. However, I was here, and he was literally fighting for all of our lives at the moment. Breathing in, I didn't wait for any response from the Commenori,

"Pillars, King, If you feel like wasting more your men to the likes of the zealots outside, then please walk to the front lines with them. I am sure they would happily love to see you two arguing over dead bodies."

In the shortest words possible, they humbled up real fast. The King gave me a dirty look like I was filth. And here is where I went off like a madwoman.

​"You have never heard of the planet, Hora. It is my homeworld. Much like yours, Many kingdoms rule various parts of the planet. We are a race of very stoic people, hard set in our ways, and won't bend to meet the demand of our people. I, am Thalia, Daughter of Osiris, Heir to the Kingdom of Spathi. Yet I stand before you in simple garbs and a lightsaber upon my belt to help two old farts finish their dick measuring contest. Now I can call for my men in the field, protecting your city, to fall back and see how well you do on your ow-"
"No no. You do not call the shots here. You are a mere child. You are young. You know-"
"Your kingdoms fight over rumors and lies. You fight one another over the loss of a few men, when the very same men you speak for now are outside, fighting beside my mentor in the force, to protect your hides from people who want everyone dead. The Vanguard is out there. I have the interest for my people of Hora, and my men of the Vanguard at stake. If you wish to have my men killed over your contest, then I will leave and let this planet burn."
"You woul-"
"Try me Pillar. You two were arguing so much, You didn't see my friend enter the room. Yet you two rule countries? If you have your best peoples interests at heart, then you will command your men to stand up to defend your kingdoms, and your planet, while we discuss this treaty. If there is but one more hissy fit, snide comment, or eye roll, so help me to the gods and goddess, I will leave and watch the planet destroy itself from my ship in orbit."

I do not ever remember a time when I had an adult asking me for forgiveness, however, I received that, and more for the years I had never been told, I am sorry. Turning around to my assistant, he mentioned to me that Lady Kay was arriving shortly. Smiling and nodding my head, I looked to the man standing beside me.

"Is this going to be awkward for you, or can we continue with these children with Lady Kay accompanying us?"

He may take it seriously, but the sly smile and the gleeful look in my eyes told him, that he didn't really have to answer me.

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Battle of Nirvana
Fight

The Zealots charged forward. Raising weapons, screaming on the top of their lungs of threats, curses, and omens of their god destroying us all. I prepared myself as many of the men were. Raising my sword, I yelled out the commands to any troops that had weapons.

"Aim for zealots. Shoot until they no longer move. AIM!"

What felt louder than the thunder of a raging armor, I could hear weapons raising and lifting to be aimed at the weapon. Cocks of bolts, loaded mags, and even armor sets being readied for the battle. Their war cries were loud and resounding through my helmet as I breathed in. Time slowed. I could feel the heat in my helmet with my breath. I could smell the body order, the weapons, the grass. I could hear all the sounds of war. It felt so familiar to me when I was younger. Yearning or battle, wanting to end the lives of men to further my own. Now, I wanted nothing more than to run and say that this was not right.

I focused upon myself. Drawing upon the relationships I had. Feeling the connections I had with them. How I... loved them. They were people I was learning to trust and count on. They were people I wanted to become my allies, and people I wanted to help me create a better place so that others don't end up like myself. Monsters...

Drawing upon the force, Feeling the emotions of others, I could feel so much hate, and anger and wrath. Yet, I found fear within their hearts. I could find doubt. And I would play that hard. I would become the monster I was so known to be. I drank from their power. I drank from their pain. I drank it all. I could feel time come back to the present. I could feel the wind blowing through the gaps in my armor. Yet I felt hot. Filled with a fire that would never end, and I loved it.

Dropping my sword, I uttered one word.

"FIRE!"

Everything we had was released. Droves upon droves of these zealots fell. Many perishing from the front lines. Some fell, and others were thrown. It was going to be bloody, I loved the feeling of blood pumping in my veins, the feeling of swinging my sword, but not like this. Not to kill others, not to end the lives of men, but to do it to protect what set out to find.

"FIRE AT WILL!"

Gathering all I could, I took my first step forward, and could feel the weight upon my shoulders become lighter. Knowing I was doing this the right way. I rushed forward, plunging my blade into the first man to get close enough to the city. Not a single one of them will pass me. If one does, then I will do everything possible, to end him.

No one, touches those I care for.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

((Not enough activity. Time to kick everything to 11. Spoiler for epic music to company this.))

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mByDcrNSV0&t=75s

The sounds of the zealots crashing against spears, and the sound of weapons fireing filled the air to a startling degree for the honor bound knight. Normally she would take a reasonable position, behind the lines of spearmen and let the defensive lines hold while she handled the few that broke past. Time seemed to slow as the weapons began to rain death upon them, even as their beasts and soldiers came to die upon the blade. And where was Aya, as it happened? The place anyone insane enough to come to war without even the semblance of a ranged weapon.

She was charging the lines, sword at the ready. Already, her steel met the enemy, cutting them down with what seemed like effortless ease, calmly using every motion as yet another strike. From one cut, into a thrust, to a pommel strike, or a hammer swing with the cross guard. The numbers she claimed weren't meany, but the sounds of weapons clattering off her thick durasteel armor, and watching this behemoth of a woman cut them down, it had another effect. Mostly to those in the immediate area.

Fear. Fear of this raging beast, calm in the center of a storm she herself created. Not with guns, not with a mount, not with anything resembling the Force. With a simple blade, held in both hands, she cut herself a path through their lines, sewing that sense of fear into whoever could witness the death. Of course, Zealots carried on, not deterred from their holy mission, but for some there was now doubt they could succeed. And doubt was powerful.

One beast did catch her by surprise though, as she caught the rider with the guard of her weapon, like a hook that tore him free of his beast. The thing charged into her, sending her flying back towards the line, her weapon barely held onto until the last second, when the beast was able to break the lines. Aya's weapon had fallen a ways away from her, barely out of reach, and the Akk wolf, blinded in fury, pounced on Aya, who had to use her entire strength to keep its mouth from her head. The others had their own fights to deal with, [member="Atheus"] was the commander, who had to picture the whole line, and couldn't concern himself with even a single individual of any importance. The line had to hold even without her.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] was by Atheus the whole while, far too out of reach to do anything for a lone knight fighting a beast in no man's land. And [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]? Aya had lost track of her in the mess of a fight. She had to hope and pray someone could knock the beast off of her, then she could grab her weapon.. as it stood it was a struggle to last that long.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective One.


Seeing the seige first hand from above as her shuttle took her down, was not the sight that she had expected to see. There were far more people out there than Kay had believed when she had first heard about the happenings here.

Thankfully her shuttle was given clearance to land, and herself safe passage. Gotta love diplomatic immunity. However there was always a chance for it to be revoked at any given moment. Kay exited the shuttle with her guards in tow. She was dressed in light blue, one of Commenor's colours. Given what political instability there was, she decided to dress the part of her nobility and high status as Queen.

Spoiler

Kay was soon ushered in to where Thalia and [member="Veiere Arenais"] now stood. Though she didn't quite need to be shown where to go. The sounds of bickering, followed by Thalia's speech echoed through the halls. Were they always this way? Already she had a strategy in mind for this. Hopefully it would work.

She bowed her head to Thalia and gave Veiere a small smile, trying to read his expression as she approached. Would he think this was too dangerous for her? It wasn't as though she was fighting in battle. Kay spoke to the two quietly, "It's not looking good out there....Hello, by the way."

Her attention was then drawn to the Pillars and the King. "Greetings. I am Lady Kay, Queen of Commenor. I hope that you don't mind my interruption. But it looks as though I didn't arrive soon enough..."

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

The wind shifted. The banner of the Vanguard snapped and violently fluttered toward the enemy advancing. And on the wind the words of Atheus sped toward them, not that they would hear them nor care if they did for the Zealots had their own sense of courage driving them forward. How often had he seen this sight, countless numbers of foe with with lust for blood in their hearts coming with one purpose to end lives for the Will of Gods, no matter what their guise. He had seen death far to young, battle between men and women ending the lives of others and placing families and loved ones in ruination. He had lost family to this war, unable to protect them and the memory of it eating at his soul slowly, and would forevermore. It was something he had to learn to live with, as much as it galled him.

The lightside of the force pumped through his limbs strengthening every fibre of his muscles, Valkyri strength pulled on and his blood felt like fire with the ancestral cry to battle. His sword lowered to his side, fingers flexed around the hilt to take hold with purpose of his own and his eyes narrowed and watched as the first line of the attack fell. A sense of resignation for the inevitable filled him, death .. it would come for them all one day .. but not today. Théo stood ready to give his life for the protection of another, which made him a very dangerous man.

Atheus moved forward, so did he, step by step before breaking into a run and lifting his sword which shimmered with the lightside, unforgiving and opened the chest of the first zealot to get in his way, a spray of hot blood hitting his face, the metallic smell of it fueling his focus and time stood still, yet his sword blade blurred as it bit into flesh.

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective Two:​

The Battle for Nirvana, SafeHaven.​

NPC: Rork Taurosh - Warlord, Marauder of the Gora Zealots ​

Spoiler

The beast hungered, the bastard that I sat upon let loose a roar louder than any of the men, peasants before the animal, my warhound...​

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This man was a giant, wearing the furs of fallen creatures, armed with a mighty waraxe rusted of use and already bloodied in the life stream of those that had stood to face him. The full might of the Horde clashed against the soldiers and warriors of Nirvana, those that fell to the first volley of led and energy blasts were downtrodden into the earth, the extremists and fanatics that lept across their dead brothers showing a crazed lust for the death of their enemy, filled with courage and pride indoctrinated by years of religious literature and worship, a greater respect for the cause of their war than they had for those they were fighting, they resorted to any means necessary to bring the fire that darkened the skies above and wet the ground at their feet in red.

His shield rivaled that of his brute blade, the axe just as heavy, both made mountainous weapons of rage when thrown against soldier after soldier, the skulls of lesser men caving before his strength, their bodies strewn, torn apart not by the sharpness of his steel but the weight of the giant, he moved with the momentum of his Akk Wolf, until finally the beast was slain and he Rork was forced to the ground, rising up to look upon men and women burying iron and steel into one another, the clash of clans and noble houses, the spraying of blood and they clap of thunder as their siege weapons slammed rock and fire against the great walls of the treasonous city.

"Burn the heathens, bloody their clothes and tear their heads from their worthless bodies for the glory of the great mountain, do this for your God worms ! Let none stand before your wake, let none question his word, bury your fear and stoke the flames, bring ragnarok forth and to hell with these heretics !!"​

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The men all heard him, they rallied and called above the violence, their voices heard by the heavens that Goragora might give them the strength and righteous fury of heart to do his great and glorious works, to send the infidel into disarray, to remind them of what was once sacred and what should never have been forgotten. Against the enemy they heaved, their cried and called and fell upon one another, stepping forward with strength and hatred, trying to drive back the defending armies towards the wall, that they might be cornered and killed like the worthless dogs that had failed to appease the Mountain.

En-raged by the death of his best hound, he slew the axe fourth into the nearest living body, lifting the man clear off of his feet and thrown back against his allies, Rork screamed at them all for their blasphemy, his eyes bloodshot, showing no intimidation but seeking to drive fear into those that were stupid enough to oppose him, his glare seeking out the one in charge, [member="Atheus"] though he knew him not, he sought to bury his blade into the warrior, that the others might realize just how worthless their struggle was by seeing the death of their best.

"Where is your Lord! Where is your Commander...-Does he cower behind the wall, a dog with his tail between his legs..."​

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Objective One: ​

Nirvana - Peace talks.​

Veiere Arenais​

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Between himself and Thalia he hadn't been certain of how much could be accomplished while knowing so little of Safehaven, nor her people; yet as [member="Lady Kay"] came to join them, he found himself encouraged by her presence as she knew best how to talk a man into selling his life away or in these peoples case, protecting the lives of those they stood above in governance. "I am glad you're here, love" He leaned in to place a kiss to her cheek in loving greeting before returning his attention forward as Kay soon introduced herself to the rest of the delegation. With her having spoken, it was time that Veiere too joined in on the discussion, stepping forward and approaching the table of which they sat, looking across the group with an ounce of understanding and sympathy in his eye for them all.

"Lords, M'lady..." He acknowledged them all first, bowing his head respectfully before speaking further, "I'm not sure how aware you are of the nature of the battle being waged at your gates...-And I mean no disrespect when I come to you as I am but I am a man who has fought in many battles, one who serves the people to protect the people and have done so for the past three decades of my life, bleeding for others..." He paused that they all might take in his words.

"There are many truths about war, some simple while others are not but one of the simple facts that I have learned in my time is that an army divided is only certain to break against an army such as the legion bringing death to your people. I know them little, I have heard enough however to tell you that they stand united as one. These talks are important, and I would not deter you from them but as we stand within this room and your opinions are cast before one another, arguing for who is right and who else is in the wrong, good people are out their dying that you might waste your energies here..." Turning, he glanced back to Thalia and Kay, dipping his head to them that they might step closer and he not be placed on any sort of pedastal or look to lead the group in their joint efforts, "Your world is far from dead..." He continued, gazing back to the leadership and great houses of Safe Haven, "And there will always be time for talks of peace, trade or compromise...-It is not my place to tell you how to govern your people nor live and interact with each great and respectable house that resides in these lands, yet I implore you...-With all that is good in me, I urge you to consider peace between yourselves, that your men can take the strength that I see in this room and weild it like a weapon against the army that seeks to blood this City...-Do the right thing, protect your women, your children, your people...-Stand together, and show those that would take advantage of your differences that you will not tolerate this rebellion".

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[member="Atheus"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Diana Veneris"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Aya Clarke"]​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Objective Two : Defense of Nirvana
Musical Number

The order came, and the battlefield roared with the reports of blaster rifles and slug throwers. The front rows of the enemy force took a beating as dozens, if not hundreds, of the Zealots fell to the hail of weapons fire. Zenva's pistol joined the opening volley, but she had more important targets in mind. As the order to fire freely was given, the Zabrak really went to work.

Armor piercing slugs did a ridiculous amount of damage to exposed flesh as the Zabrak's first victim found out, or would have if the man had lived that long. Her first round ripped a hole through an Akk Wolf rider's chest. The following two rounds obliterated the beast's eyes, leaving the riderless creature thrashing about in the path of the following army. An obstacle they would likely have to kill to allow safe passage.

The Zabrak shifted slightly, putting two rounds in the eyes of another Akk Wolf, but the enemy force was drawing to close for her to remain focused on just one target at a time. She shifted again, killing another rider and removing one eye from his mount. By then it was too late to keep hindering their war mounts, the second Akk Wolf she had blinded, the one with it's rider, had slammed into the line of defenders. The beast's rider was quickly cut down, but the beast pressed into their lines with devastating effect.

Zenva emptied her pistol into the line of Zealots before her, holstered the weapon, and charged the nearby Akk Wolf with her sword in a two handed grip. She drove the blade into the beast's ruined eye socket, wrenching the creature's head up and to the side even as the toxic blade killed it's brain. The creature screamed, shuddered, and fell one it's side to twitch in dying agony. The Zabrak's yellow-red gaze flicked to the ground, and the woman that had somehow ended up beneath the beast.

"What the feth?" She said with a scowl. The Zabrak reached down, and pulled the Vanguard woman back to her feet. "Lay down on your own time, Clarke!" The Blood Matron took a moment to look the woman over before she forced her own sword into the human's hands. "And carry a fething backup from now on! Gods above!" Zenva turned back to face the enemy army, pulling her primary pistols from their holsters. Gods, they needed those tanks to show up.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Atheus"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

Aya coughed, pulling her helmet off so she could spit out the blood from the impact. She'd be fine, just jostled a bit from the force and bit her cheek. She checked that her tongue was still intact, before putting her helmet back on her head securely. She was about to thank the woman, but figuratively bit her tongue to hold back a minor cuss at the lack of her honored title. Granted, she knew it hardly mattered outside of those who partook or understood her culture, but it was something that stung all the same. Then the sword, a strange, one edge that looked usable, and no tip like she was accustomed to. That would be... problematic. At least it felt like a sword...

She held it in her hands, testing its weight, and shook her head a bit as she put the weapon in her belt loop. She couldn't use this with ease... and plus her sword was just there. Picking up the far more comfortable weapon, she considered the weapon lent to her. She appreciated it, and had the sinking suspicion that she would need the weapon sooner rather than later, but when she could it was her duty to honor her parents by wielding their last gifts. "Thank you.. Vrotoa yes? I have a feeling I will be needing the weapon soon..." It was clearly on her waist, but surprisingly the belt seemed fitted for two scabbards anyways, and was cared for where it was resting at that moment. Not in use, but not simply tossed aside.

A sword was important. She respected it as such. She simply wished to use her own weapon when possible. Rather fortunate too, the slightly extended length was appreciated, the extra third a meter was just enough reach to catch another zealot that would've been out of reach with her swordsmanship with the other weapon. NO wasted movements now, she moved from one cut to the next, a succession of pain and death. This time however, she had [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] just behind her, fireing out past her and keeping her from death, just as she stood as something of a literal wall between Zenva and the zealots.

Well, a wall with a weapon.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Atheus"]