Dominion This Is The Time (TSE Dominion of Tammar Hex)

[Kolson Vrask]

Objective: Staging Point
Post: 3
Focus: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Marrow | Remus Kelbor

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"Voi'kryt you truly are the spitting image of the Lord General - you could do well with deviating yourself I don't see the Galaxy being able to cope with two of you. Now if I'm not too misinformed I do believe we have a Major General Kelbor joining us in this operation." The Chiss sounded out in good hearted banter dipped in shades of admiration to the Colonel. An odd deviation from protocol to see a man draped in the full panoply of the Purge Commandos speaking in such a manner given the force null presence and visage of the 'Tenebrae' was all but a haunting gaze for the enemy to view.

The words spouted from the Sithspawn drew two rows of teeth to grind against one another beneath the Chiss' visage - the 'Enigma' pattern camoflauge slowly acclimating itself to the surrounding environment with a raindrop pattern of which the main color mirrored the earth beneath their feet.

"Do tell me Sith- does it bring you pleasure to speak to such men who have carried lives of toil whilst you rested in wanton slumber?" The Commando said with a tight grip around the Pureblood's bicep as he reared him away from the formations of troopers looking to join the fray.

"Your ancestors would spit in your eyes to see the weakness that bleeds through you. You will be no leader acting this way." Wirm spoke through the distorted vocals of his Tenebrae pattern helm - peering toward the Sith with the visage of the Purge.

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

Objective III : Staging Point : "Why can't we just be friends?"
Tags: Kolson Vrask Marrow Remus Kelbor
Post: 4

The Colonel signaled to the pilots when she boarded, the ship's ramp closed with an ugly hiss, the transport rocking as they took off with urgency. The transport wasn’t the sleeker light all terrain model, but was outfitted with heavier guns. It would be..the woman checked the interface, a good several minutes before they pulled up with the southern MAAG squad. She shook her head at the Lord Colonel’s words, the man’s tact needed some work. The Major General’s looming presence the least of her concerns, they had a gun fight to mop up first. Voi’Kryt could see between the men that the Chiss had dragged the Sith back, and she felt the uneasiness settle over the rangers. Trapped with an egomaniac, just what they needed. If they held the ground together long enough the engineer's would smooth out the rest.

“I live to terrorize Wirm, thank you! Maybe the Maj. General will send a Tie squad-that'd be nice,” Voi’kryt snipped, brushing past the lineup of Genesis legionnaires. She traded looks with the soldier whom the Sith had called out and offered him a mute shrug. They were all doing well to pretend that there was nothing wrong. The woman didn’t fancy having to dig Wirm out of a hard place, catching only a few words he uttered. Busying herself, the Colonel traded her Jackal with the ranger packing the heavier rifle; the sith however wasn’t welcome to come after her men.

Stepping into the cockpit, Voi’kryt peered out as they closed the distance on the MAAG. Black smoke had been tossed, the TIE’s making a second passing; showering the sand field in cannon fire. Some exploded beyond the cloud of smoke on the horizon and the Colonel adjusted the comms in a flurry.

“Team Two report!-”

“Mining transport was blown up, but we’re grounded. The MAAG was hit by a close range missile. They have numbers. We popped some Daxs to dampen the heat. MAAG’s our only cover ma’am!”

“Circle around, we’ll hit their flank. Get them with the Repeat, I want all cannons focused on those transports! Heavy Squad, get ready to drop!” Voi’kryt patted a heavy hand on one of the pilots shoulders as she spoke; her helm distorting her voice. Turning around and marching down the squad the ship shifted as they pulled around and she counted down the seconds. The port side’s cannons were firing off. The red beacon on the ramp door blinked steadily, switching to green as the ramp fell. The transport hovered, waiting for their dismount-It was a good five feet to the ground and she glanced toward the Chiss and Sith. She wasn’t paid enough to put up with this shavit. Priming the rifle, she rushed out the transport first into the fray; the legionaries following her out with heavy boots. The miners and errant gunners the planet had tossed together were torn between the fire teams now. Their arrival herald by the concussion rifle, splaying a resistance fighter into one of the mining transports.

“When you two ladies are done pissing, we’ll be fighting thank you!” the Colonel's voice carried over the comm.

 

[Remus Kelbor]

Objective III: Staging Point
Location: Tammar, Tammar System, Tharin Sector, Outer Rim Territories

The Order landed on Tammar's surface and immediately Remus was remembered why he had always hated traveling the galaxy from time to time. Sand. It got everywhere. Remus shook his helmeted head and began barking orders, shuttles and transports landed and he immediately walked towards a command post that had been hastily established outside of the Order. Remus was standing before a holotable that had displayed projection maps, updated troop location information as well as a number of other notable pieces of intelligence. Remus pushed away vast swathes of desert space that contained no notable settlements or other items; Remus did however notice a wide number of minor settlements that appeared to have erected mining camps or shafts of some sort. As Remus continued to search for something of value he came to realize that they had landed on the very outskirts of a Tammarian city, one that surely would yield some further information why the Sith Empire had landed here. Remus motioned for an officer. "Contact the Tyrant notify them immediately to dispatch a science unit down here. We need to get a grasp on whats mining here." Remus pushed the soldier away and grabbed a communications officer who was far far to ingrained in listening to his advanced communications system.

The soldier spun around and removed his hand from his ear and his other hand from the datapad where he was furiously typing information. "Contact anyone and everyone notable, the ones the Colonel mentioned and dispatch them to Tammar City. ASAP!" The communications officer nodded and Remus could see that he was beginning to do his work. Remus motioned for an intelligence officer to come over to him. Sith-Imperial Intelligence within the legion was always useful, sometimes. "Recon on the outskirts of the city!" Remus found himself yelling into his helmet, despite the sound dampening that was meant to happen, sometimes it just got too loud for the helmet to constantly flush it out. The 23rd had begun the arduous process of making landfall and setting up shop. The Tyrant would be a hive of landing shuttles, transports and would be constantly working for the next several hours as the logistical process of transporting a vast majority of the 23rd Sith-Imperial Army would not be easy. The Tyrant would eventually enter lower orbit above the world once the fleet-based action was concluded but for now the Tyrant would remain in the background not to attract attention. While the Ferrata-class were hulking behemoths that ferried the Emperor's armies across the galaxy, they weren't impervious.

The Major General had dispatched the majority of the TIE Dominance fighters on protection duties, the Tyrant must not fall or else the mission was doomed and Remus' new commission would certainly go the way of the bantha. Remus paused for a moment and surveyed the battlefield, soon enough further support would be coming but for now the recon missions were going, heavy equipment was being landed and the Sith Empire's campaign on the ground was beginning. Tammar City, for lack of a better name or more local intelligence, was the goal for now.

 

[Marrow]

Objective III: Glorious Conquest. We're doing what?
Location: Talon-class Star Galleon
Tags: Kolson Vrask , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt , & Remus Kelbor
Post Number IV
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As the officer, the Forceless officer, dared to all but drag him away from the peons, it was all Sarrius could do not to snarl with anger, though his eyes did flicker a deeper shade of orange. The thing might think being cut off from the Force made him special, but it was quite the opposite.

"You dare? We slumbered not to flee from our foes, but to let them quarrel amongst themselves, weakening the whole so that we may purge them all in one fell swoop. It was the sosûtiwisosûtuâ'zûtadasi technology that placed us in this day and age."

Mouth peeling back to revealed sharpened incisors, the Pureblood stared directly into the opaque visage without blinking. Only cowards hid behind masks.

"This soft age of soft men. I was raised in bloodshed, killed my first didani zûtawotia when I was but a youngling, and you..."

Seeing the Colonel leap into action, he snarled out one final comment - "This isn't over." - then leapt from the transport and surged forth the moment his feet hit the ground. Even an ancient could learn the trickery of modern warfare - channelling his seething anger, he let loose his will, tearing apart a grenade being held up by a militiaman, grinning viciously as shrapnel tore into both him and a comrade.

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Objective III: Staging Point
Location: Planetside
Tags: Eye of Solomon Raya Najwa Zambrano

She was happy that there wasn't a do not kill order here she was still in abit of a more then normal murderous mood, She kept on her juggernaut armor which thankfully had oxygen tanks which was useful due to the thin atmosphere of Tamaar, As always her little sister knew how to make a entrance and give her gifts whether they be people to kill or other things as she recieved and burned what imagery Raya sent her into her mind so she can know where to go and where to hit. She merely activated her blades as she sent them forth towards the ground heading her way like spinning razors she sent her sabers into the group slicing and dicing all in the crowd while those who were fortunate enough to miss her blades she dealt with them hand to hand, Either she crushed there skulls or broke there necks or crushed other vital parts of there organs as she went and enjoyed every moment of this she saw it as stress relief.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

Objective: Staging Point
Post: 4
Focus: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Marrow | Remus Kelbor

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"Ever the runners..." Wirm stated, reeling up his battle-rifle to his visor to lay down a three-round burst down range into some of the rampaging rebels who'd already seem to swoop down unto their position. Ever baring a contempt for danger it wasn't long before the battle rifle was slung infront of his chest once more, peering over the action with a narrow gaze.

Approaching the position of Voi'kryt with an upright walk at a brisk walk. Following the school of Irveric Tavlar - the Chiss would rather die than raise his voice in desperate urgency in the field of battle. The aura of coolness amidst chaos always needed to be present even if the primal mind demanded that he muster every fiber in the thick of combat. He'd long calcified his nerves in these circumstances - molded into an automaton like commander in the fray. As much as he'd care to scold her now he knew very well it would only destabilize the situation even further and so he opted for advisement instead.

"Consolidate and push through somewhere - create a hole in their lines and wrap around." Wirm all but issued the order to Lyra.

 

[Arcane Syn NPCs]

Objective IV: Obtain "specimens" for research

While their Master was indisposed, it did not mean her followers did not have active orders to pursue, experiments to conduct, and specimens to capture for study. Case in point were the team of Adepts from the Order of Shadows slipping through the small blockade around Tammar and heading for one of the outlying settlements.

Tammarians had a unique physiologic trait, a pouch within their bodies that captured and contained oxygen for their use in situations where breathable atmosphere was not present. It was a very interesting evolutionary development, and something that could be useful for their Master's Project OPHION and the research being conducted by Spaarti Creations. Until the planet was under Sith-Imperial rule, the beings on the surface did not enjoy the rights of citizenship.

Which meant they were ripe for harvesting

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

Objective III : Staging Point
Tags: Kolson Vrask Marrow Remus Kelbor
Post: 5

“Right..” The Colonel’s response was uttered through gritted teeth, she didn’t need the Chiss to tell her how to do her job. She flashed a gauntlet waving down Genesis, swarming like a pack of dogs on the hunt. Their rifles burned hot as they cut through the minor resistance. Wielding the wrath of the concussion rifle, she punched up the center between the mining transports, rangers filing out behind her as they flushed out the transports. “Genesis track down that missile launcher.”

The dampeners muted the ugly snap of bones between each punch from the rifle. The smoke from the blown transport was clouding the field and shapes ducked in and out. The miners were ill equipped and what fire power they could mustered; they were simply outmatched.

“MAAG team push through and meet us in the middle!”

The Ties were making another passover and the Colonel threw her back up against the nearest transport, reading the radar as a scathing of cannon bolts turned up the desert ahead. The ground quaked as another explosion rocked the field, the flames mute under the strange atmosphere. One upstart tried to rush her only to be blasted back by a rifle shot. The Colonel surged forward, weaving between the wreckage as the rest of Genesis began to push up; mowing down anyone who challenged them. Blaster fire dotting the battlefield intermediately. The comms crackled with reports as the rifle team emerged from the blanket of Dax, supplementing their force as they mopped up the skirmish.

It wasn’t a glorious excursion, short lived and inconvenient. Voi’kryt waved the squad shadowing her forward as they rounded the field. Calling off the starfighters, she relayed with the Talon for retrieval crews. Just what they needed, another bird down and a handful dead. All was quiet on the other fronts as the remaining MAAG’s had yet to be encroached upon. Taking the opportunity as the fighting winded down the Colonel waded through the remnants of the Dax cover as she assessed the downed transport, the right wing was obliterated.

“Bridge, get me in contact with the Major General Kelbor,” Voi’kryt ordered, waiting on standby. One cheap shot was all some up start needed, and the Colonel shook her head at the damage. There was radio chatter, and she followed the progress of the engineers. Power cells were up and outputting, oxygen systems would be running shortly.. Now they just needed to fortify the ground work, the report flashed over her visor as she read. A bad feeling rolled her gut as her eyes skimmed the works, reacting on reflex the woman ducked suddenly. An ugly red bolt flashed overhead exploding on the side of the MAAG; a long black scorch mark left in its wake. Between her senses and the acumen, the dot read on her radar-she flashed the rifle sending a remnant miner flying with a pop shot. Stray blaster fire appeared in the haze here and there as the miners put up some last ditch effort.

“The channel is open Colonel, go ahead,” the bridge officer’s voice crackled over the comm.

“Major General, this is Colonel Voi'kryt. Requesting a tie detachment for supplementary force. Bridge will send coordinates,” Voi’kryt radioed.

 

[Eye of Solomon]

Objective III: Staging Point
Location: Planetside
Tags: Raya Najwa Zambrano | Vandra Zambrano

"I hear you, little sister."​

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Now the Prince ignited his lightsaber, a purple beam of light extending from the ornate cylinder held in his left hand. Unlike his father, Grigore was not a warrior; he was a cautious thinker. Where his father might have stormed ahead, destroying the enemy through sheer shock and awe, the younger Zambrano had a different approach in mind. ​

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The Crownguard accompanying him deployed several hand-held mortars and launched a barrage of explosive plasma charges that flattened much of the path leading towards the ORO encampment. They made particular care not to launch any near the fellow Zambranos already engaged in combat. From there, Grigore and his Crownguard could advance through the broken and mangled terrain, dispatching any surviving company security with precision. ​

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"I am coming to you, my sisters."​

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Location: An Imperial ship.
Objective: BYOO - Test prototype emergency hull repair cyborgs.

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"What the feth are you doing?! You'll be crushed! What am I going to write in the report?? Doctor Dorniarn!"

The Imperial engineer was beside himself, his hands a panicked blur as they went from his head, to open pleading, then clutching the large datapad against his chest.

In front of him, double-checking the seals of her suit, was the aforementioned "Doctor Dorniarn." Through the fussing of ensuring protection from the vacuum of space she gave the man a stony glare.

"I didn't spend months designing these prototypes and sit around waiting for a chance to conduct live testing just for it to be halted BY VERY EFFICIENT SHIELD GENERATORS."

The uncharacteristic outburst begun to fray the last nerve keeping the man in place. He looked horrified as he stuttered, "B-But there ar-are no structural t-tears, no f-f-fractures to test on m-ma'am--DOCTOR, Doctor." His quivering gaze looked down to the defense reports. Shields were holding. Hull integrity boasted one-hundred percent. It was a ship of the Empire, only the best was forged for its use.

Cara slipped on a modified version of her Bonzami MK II helmet, heftier and more rugged. Air hissed as the seal closed and the environmental system activated.

"Not yet." She maneuvered to a large container, snapping the latches to remove the lid and reveal a bulky, KUT-42 plasma torch.

The other engineer's eyes grew wide as his mouth dropped in disbelief, "You're not... you're not seri-- You can't!! It's not righ-- I mean legal! W-We'll both be--"

A metal hand clamped over his mouth as Cara leaned closer to him, "Filling out reports of a normal, uneventful field test. Leave extraneous data to me. Do you understand?"

His head managed a jiggle of acknowledgement with what little slack it had. She let go of him, and for a moment all he saw was his own reflection in the black visor, his face a gasping contortion perspiring pure anxiety. His words were barely audible, "...you're insane."

She hoisted the dense torch from the box, her mechanical arms groaning from the impressive weight of it, "I'm of sound mind. Merely a case of righteous impatience, doctor."

She loaded the torch onto a repulsor sled, leading it to an air lock, "Prep the Hull Runners. It's time to begin."

 

[Marrow]

Objective III: Glorious Conquest. We're doing what?
Location: Sith-Imperial Staging Point
Tags: Kolson Vrask , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt , & Remus Kelbor
Post Number V
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The officers might be busy with strategy, and orders, and making sure their men stayed alive, but Sarrius was hardly paying attention - laughing maniacally, he gutted a rebellious miner with a curved ritual dagger while choking another with the force, laughing even harder when one of these soft new "Legionnaires" turned away to avoid puking inside their opaque helmet.

Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The ones near him were dead, the rest were out of sight or assuming more defensible positions, like the rat cowards they were. For a moment, he considered charging at them, suppressive fire be damned, but then he heard the request for air support.

Bah. One of the gunship, MOOG or something, had been shot down by these peasants. He was thoroughly unimpressed. Perhaps these Starfighters would be better, but he had his doubts. Ships ought to be big, and angular, and studded with as many guns as possible.

He almost hoped they would fail, for someone needed to suffer for his anger, and he was familiar enough with this new Empire to know that Sith were heavily discouraged from flaying the Forceless masses of their armies. Especially the officers. Especially the blue officers?

 

[Remus Kelbor]

Objective III: Staging Point
Location: Tammar, Tammar System, Tharin Sector, Outer Rim Territories
Tags: Kolson Vrask | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Marrow

The field outpost that had been constructed was slowly becoming more static. A number of new emplacements had been deployed and Remus had begun to receive a wide variety of support now, recon detachments had arrived and begun checking the outskirts of Tammar City; the Science Unit had arrived and began conducting subterranean scans of Tammar from the field headquarters to determine locations that would be strategically viable to the Sith Empire overall. The initial report was that Tammar held significant mineral wealth that could provide a strong economic boon to the Sith Empire and Remus was not going to be keen on letting that go. Major Amamekh Frelig was the commanding officer of the Science Unit, Remus had instructed him to take a portion of the 23rd and begin securing notable mining towns. From what Remus could gather there were minor settlements that were built around mining operations and largely controlled by the vast mining union here, that would change, but there were also a growing number of larger settlements built around notable deposits of mineral wealth.

Major Frelig had also reported that throughout the unclaimed areas of desert lay a vast wealth that was not yet cultivated. Remus also tasked him with plotting points where the Sith Empire could begin to setup their own mining operations following the conquest of the planet. Frelig and Kelbor had served together a significant time and they had both from the same stock when it came to beliefs and shared visions, it is the reason why Remus had worked to get Frelig assigned to head his science unit. Remus was interrupted in his thoughts by the arrival of Colonel Voi'kryt's voice over his communications system in his helmet. “Major General, this is Colonel Voi'kryt. Requesting a tie detachment for supplementary force. Bridge will send coordinates,” Remus motioned for his senior Joint Orbital Attack Controller (JOAC), JOAC's were responsible for coordinating orbit to ground attacks, namely from Starfighters and other craft. "Notify the Tyrant to deploy MAAGs with soldiers to Colonel Voi'kryts position immediately. No delay." Remus nodded to the Captain. "No mistakes. Deploy a squadron of TIEs with them for cover." Remus understood that the positions on the outskirts of Tammar City were fragile and as the 23rd and other units made their assault, he would have little option but to get himself closer to the action overall, its where he did his best work and where his skills took over far greater than they were now.

Kelbor returned his focus to directing and deploying units and formations throughout the outskirts of Tammar City. A number of units had already entered into the city. While the mining union soldiers present little opposition for the Emperor's Legionaries, they were opposition never the less. The 23rd was not yet skilled in urban warfare as they were a new formation, largely raised from newer Sith Empire worlds hence the appointment of Remus as their commanding officer. While Remus was a skilled officer, he was not yet experienced with large formations but he understood the basic concepts and precepts of command and that, he believed, would carry him forward. Remus had deployed several batteries of artillery, namely heavy artillery WG-211 SP "Powerhammers". They were tasked with long-range artillery support and counter battery operations, if the mining union had any sort of artillery stocked up in Tammar City. As the 23rd deployed, Remus reserved the heavier walkers in favor of lighter, more agile AT-OTs to support infantry formations in urban combat. Recon units would be conducting basic recon inside and on the outskirts of the city and would be working to develop intelligence inside for locations. Scans, fly overs and aerial recon would begin to be conducted when it was noted that there were no significant anti-air capabilities within the city.

The Battle for Tammar City was coming together, albeit slowly, but coming together.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

//OBJECTIVE// Staging Point
//POST// 5
//FOCUS// Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Marrow | Remus Kelbor

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"Pureblood! Stop playing like some insolent child , we've a city to capture. You're on me." Wirm ordered to the Sith -- outwardly brazen in his projection of subordinate authority over the pureblood, almost hiding a grin beneath his Tenebrae pattern helmet. In spite of nearly two decades of military service -- Wirm never seemed to let himself get buried in the throes of battle. Regarding this exchange in contempt for danger as he continued cover to cover with a unit of his own. Regarding this deployment as below the designation of his own prized command.

Motioning Sarrius aside he took the pureblood behind a protected pile of scrap to be used as cover as he slung his blaster rifle over his chest.

"Do tell me, wise Pureblood...you clearly are no battlemind and yet you seem to have the amibitions of one of the great Sith lords of old so do tell-- how would you go about this siege?" Wirm asked, seemingly interrogating the Pureblood even as the battle raged around them.

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Lcation: Topside on the hull.
Objective BYOO: A wee bit o' live testing.

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The magnetic boots were silent against the hull. Now was not the time to think about the cold, near endless vacuum of space, but Cara couldn't help feeling a slight pang of uneasiness while treading the gray expanse of starboard side. She steeled her resolve to get some semblance of an active field test, maneuvering the torch from over her shoulder and into her iron grip.

The sensors and radar in her vicinity would broadcast a looping report to the crew. Everything would look the same as usual, as long as her associate inside didn't lose what little nerve he had. Such an audacious move may have resulted in a reprimand, but as long as the test was successful it would be worth it. Besides, the reason was sound-- to her of course.

She braced herself. Even in zero-g could the plasma cutter be unwieldy, and this wasn't a time for a "work related accident." The cutter's blade blazed to life, its yellow glow reflecting off the hull and her armor. The machine was raised above her head, the blade extended to its max length then brought down at an angle upon the surface.

The KUT-42 wasn't designed to match the brawn of active Imperial war ships but Cara wasn't about to let such flaws impede her. After the blade was forced to chew the same space of plating for ten minutes it made some progress. A long, white hot trail scarred the spot of starboard.

Cara clicked the comm of her helmet to radio the engineer, "Mark time. Standard deployment. First test."

"Ready. S-standard deployment. Time marked 03:41:08. Te-test..." A moment of hesitance, "...begin." The engineer's finger stabbed the big green button.

Cyborgs seized as their altered consciousness and systems activated.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: HIMS Vanadium
Objective II: Boarding Action
Karina Lowe Avernus

These halls were far more confusing than they used to be, or so Joycelyn told herself when she finally found herself on the right path to the ship where she would join the rest of the boarding party. She had to jog part of the way, with her compulsory retinue jogging behind, like an orchestra of rattling plate.

She strode confidently on board the shuttle and set the butt of her silver pike on the floor with a thud, putting on her best, most regal face to mask the fact that she was just in the nick of time, if not a few seconds late.

She had to weave her head between protrusions of the ceiling and crouch under the lower parts. Joycelyn looked over the others in the vessel, and her retinue spread out to best protect the Princess. They had been strictly told not to interfere, but they were also convinced that should she die, so would they. Meaning all of them were rather torn and on edge about the whole situation.

"Darth Avernus" She gave a courtly nod to the red Sith, then set her eyes on Karina Lowe. The Command-Sergeant had the beginnings of a truly impressive military record. It was the kind of record that made one curse the galaxy for not giving that mind the Force. "Are we ready?"

The crownguards looked at each other, and to the Princess, visibly resigning to their fate.

 

[Karina Lowe Legacy]

Location: Aboard the HIMS Vanadium, Harrower-Class Cruiser
Objective: II, Board the enemy Acclamator II and eliminate Nakdaar Kistemar
Tags: Avernus | Joycelyn Zambrano

Having turned away from Avernus, Karina watched the shuttle doors as the space was darkened by a trio of silhouettes, and the Princess of Dromund Kaas climbed aboard, accompanied by two of her Blackblades. Karina paled despite herself, but she kept herself steady as the group approached.

Then, she asked a question, and suddenly all eyes were on Karina. She did her best not to waver under their scrutiny.

"Yes, Lieutenant-General, we are ready." Karina replied, giving a smart salute as she did so. Smoothly she reached into a satchel on her thigh and produced a datapad. She continued, now addressing not only the Lieutenant-General, but also the Legion troops gathered in the confines of the shuttle.

"Our latest intelligence brief suggests that Kistemaar is aboard this Acclamator II. The Vanadium is confident they can provide covering fire and fighter support sufficient for us to breach point defences and set down in this hangar bay. From there, our Legion forces, including our group from 342nd EWAR have been instructed to disable and override internal so our group can make for the command deck here."

Without realising it, her voice had grown more confident, more authoritative. The task of delivering the brief had momentarily washed away her dual anxieties of having Sith and ranking members on-board for the mission. As she finished and looked up, Karina remembered who and where she was.

"We've already loaded the necessary equipment, and with your arrival all personnel have been accounted for. We're ready for departure."

 

[Jovana Valente]

Valente hadn't exactly planned any of this out. The Wanderer had planned on simply passing through the Tammar system on her way to Bosph. A hazardous task in and of itself given that this involved trespassing through the Sith Empire. Somehow, she had gotten roped into aiding Tammar in its hour of need. Here they were, faced against the forces of the Sith Empire while the planet itself was no doubt undergoing a change of hands. She could talk the instigator down and quite honestly she wanted to. He didn't stand a chance against the Sith, and his death would at best lead him to martyrdom and at worse, he would be forgotten completely.​

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"Kistemar."​

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"Someone has to-"​

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"Don't you think plenty of people have done so? Do you think it wise to risk the lives of all these people?" Valente's brow furrowed, some might call it cowardice. She called it living to fight another day, a day where there could be more than just a handful of ships cobbled together in protest. "They don't need to cross you in order get what they want, and at the end of the day they'll toss your carcass into the void, what are you hoping to accomplish?"​

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"I am doing what I must."​

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"By throwing yourself into death's grasp? There are forces well within the Core that can help you, the Sith Empire's time is coming to an end, but it will not be today, not on Tammar I'm afraid." Valente's voice was delicate but firm.​

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The bridge was quiet, and people wanted to take action, but Valente wanted them to live. "All of you, all of you would foolishly waste your lives? I can get you time, I can get you time to leave- head for the Core. Or, you stand here and perish, you and your families."​

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Wordlessly she crossed the bridge of the ship, but Kistemar rushed for her arm. "We will defend this planet to our dying breath, you can help us or leave us."​

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"Not all of us want to die, Kistemar." At least one person objected, then another - but they were divided. ​

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An officer aboard the ship alerted them, "the Sith are moving forward!"​

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"Damn it, Kistemar." Valente cursed, as she took her arm out of Kistemar's grasp. "You buy them time, for those who want to escape this ill-fated last stand, then let them leave. You can die a warrior's death, an honorable death."​

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He begrudgingly agreed.​

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An announcement to the rest of the blockade, those who want to head for the Core would not have very long to punch in the codes necessary to make the jump. Kistemar and the others would hold the Sith Empire off just long enough for them to get out. They didn't need to win, they just needed a few precious minutes. ​

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The opening volley from the Tammarian Defense Force came with ferocity, as part of the blockade broke away to maneuver for their jump. ​

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Melia Siari ​

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[Avernus]

Post: 2
Location: Hangar Bay Aboard the HIMS Vanadium
Objective II: Boarding Action
Tags: Joycelyn Zambrano | Karina Lowe

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Avernus leaned slightly and peered behind his seat to Command Sergeant Lowe as she entered and greeted him. He acknowledged her with a nod before turning back to face out of the front viewport. He performed a set of last-minute pre-flight procedures, checking gauges, flipping switches, and warming up several systems.

He turned to look out of the cockpit again as he could hear a set of heavier than usual footsteps behind him. Joycelyn Zambrano had arrived aboard with a pair of crownguard. He returned her nod, "Lady Zambrano," he replied respectfully to her greeting. He shifted his waist to sit sideways in the chair, listening to Command Sergeant Lowe as she explained the plan of attack. As she concluded, he swung his legs back around to sit properly in the pilot's seat, strapping himself in before taking the controls. The rest of the flight crew scrambled to perform their last procedures before strapping themselves in as well.

"This is Darth Av- Er, Ascended IV, commencing departure."

A static voice came through on the comms.

"Copy that, Ascended IV, Cresent Squadron ready for escort."

With the loud whirring of engines, the Upsilon-class Shuttle slowly lifted began its takeoff alongside an escort of a ten fighter squadron. The large wings of the shuttle repositioned slowly to their side with a loud mechanical groaning. Avernus titled the dual control sticks forward and the shuttle exited the magnetic atmospheric shielding and entered the vacuum of space.

 

[Valerya Tion]

Location: Tammar Wastelands, Forgotten Ruins
In Scene: Mariel Dawnrider | The Fool | Darth Ophidia
Objective: Reinvigorate the Sith-Imperial Historic Society.

It should be forbidden to be as comfortable as Valerya Tion seemed to be wherever she was.

Tammar was hot. Dry. Sand as far as the eye could reach. In spite of that the Sith Lord seemed like she was on a local Tionese beach. Back straight, a new pretty outfit that was part archaeological and part trendy, she cut an impressive vision. Right now Val was looking over the remnants of ruins. Sith in nature by all accounts.

Which was odd to say the least, because the Sith didn't have any recorded presence on Tammar.

It had taken some maneuvering, but with the assistance of Roman she managed to put herself squarely in the hierarchy of the Sith-Imperial Historic Society. A few murders, some bribes, extortion. It was all neatly wrapped. On her shoulder was Mariel. A constant companion of hers, because the little poor thing deserved a friendly face with her.

"You have scouted ahead, Roman darling? What have you seen?" Once the dirty figure of Roman came around the view of the dune. "See, little one? Roman is living proof that even a tough brick can be useful at times." That last bit murmured to Mariel. Murmured, yes, but still loud enough to be overheard easily.

For all Roman's bluster he had in the end relented.

Accepted a longer term engagement. Oh, for his pride they simply called it a 'call when needed' basis, but nobody was fooling themselves. He was around more often than not.

Same thing really.

"And have you seen our Sith Order representative yet?" It wasn't clear who she asked THAT too however. Apparently one of the higher-ranking Lords of the Sith was quite interested in their finding here. They were planning on sending someone to accompany them, as they explored the ruins. Val wasn't aware (yet) that this interest came straight from the Sith Assassins themselves.

She might have been less comfortable then.

 

[The Fool]

Forgotten Ruins, Tammar Wastelands
Objective: Fulfill CONTRACT given by Valerya Tion
Scene Tags: Mariel Dawnrider | Darth Ophidia

Roman wasn't sure what was more ironic - the fact he took contracts issued by a Sith or that the anti-imperialist cause he was once served was demolished by a betrayal led by the alleged good, the Jedi. He concluded there existed a causality relationship between the two cases, one thing led to another and here was - disillusioned, lost, living day to day. His younger self would've deemed this act as betrayal, but his younger self, he learned, was a naive motherkarker who lived in an alternative reality. Nonetheless, Roman would lie if turning back on the ideals of his past didn't hurt. It chewed him, occasionally, and drove him to seek salvation at the bottom of a whiskey glass.

"You have scouted ahead, Roman darling? What have you seen?"

Lust, as he decided to nickname her privately, called out at him from the top of the dune. Even her damn voice in the most trivial of conversations carried tones of dangerous temptation. The heat wasn't helping either. It had made him lose his dark long coat back on the vessel, opting for a white linen shirt, sleeves halfway up, with black holster suspenders where his vornskr revolver lied tight. Beneath his black trousers, at ankle length, his holdout firearm still irritated him. Heat, durasteel, skin - not a nice combo.

"Cool shade." he replied curtly, choosing to ignore the brick comment. Her use of colorful epithets had been something the investigator learned to get used to. There was no changing that. As long as she was paying, all was good. "There's a bunch of carcasses, animals. Dead a week ago, at most, at the entry but the ruins are much larger than they look." Roman explained. "I found a man-made entry leading somewhere underground. Seems to have been made recently. Didn't find any excavation tools, nor people. Could be inside."

And that was all he'd seen. Pretty preliminary stuff. If Lust decided they venture underground, Roman was near certain they'd meet someone there. What were their intentions remained a mystery soon to unraveled. Cultists? Again? She did seem to have an odd attraction to wreck jobs at wrecked places.

This job probably wasn't anything different.

He wondered whether he preferred carrying out bribes and intimidating obstacles for her on the lively cityscape of Korriban City or swimming through sewers looking for a pebble of 'great historic importance'.

He didn't wonder much longer.