Invasion Thou Shall Not Suffer an Empire to Live | AoC invasion of CIS-held Siskeen & Ryloth

[Julra Repraj]

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Location: Capitol Bio-Dome
Allies: CIS & Allies
Objective: Protect the People
Equipment: Julra's Refrain (Armor)

Founder’s day on Ryloth: the event was marked by a great parade, and many across the confederacy had come to participate., To the natives of Ryloth, it was a day to celebrate the liberation of their world from past oppressions and to once again live free and enjoy life. The Twi’leks knew the definition of the word slavery well, the true pain and suffering it brought, too often in their past they had suffered this barbarism as it was inflicted upon them at one point or another. This was part of the reason the Mandragora took part, being able to in a small way bring joy to the Twi’lek people to remind them of the bond that had been forged between the Confederacy and this beautiful vibrant world that Julra now called home.​

The smiles and laughter of the children were infectious, so much that they were managing to calm the emotions in her own heart. In this moment even the darkness of the Nether could not wipe the smile for Julra’s lips as she dazzled the children with brightly colored spells to delight and wonder the young, happy and full of light in their eyes perhaps in some small way she envied them having a childhood she herself never had. A childhood that could never have been for a descendant of Dathomir; hers was hardship and trial but even then it was hers and she clung to it like one particular Twi’lek child that caught her eye clung to her mother scared of the young witch and her brightly colored spells.​

Julra knelt low as she turned her eyes to the young girl and motioned her forward, it would not do for the child to fear the unknown as much as the young one was part of Ryloth. Both Julra and the Mandragora were a part of this world too; it was her home. She spoke softly to the young girl “Dao circaa eoh uru, dan ohk karkirjae” (“Come here little one, you are safe”) carefully the child edged toward Julra never more than a gentle smile on Julra’s lips, when the girl finally reached her she smiled all the more and held out her hand toward her, open and palm up.​

Julra closed her hand quietly drawing the girl’s attention she gently showed her hand, in her palm a was a small pile of snow. Quickly she closed her hand before again before then opened it, the snow had formed into a small snowman. Closing her hand a third time, she waited a bit longer before opening her hand once more, and in her hand was a complete snowman; not just any snowman, but a special one that perhaps only Julra was capable of. What even Julra didn’t know was that this snowman would take days, maybe even weeks before time began to flow around it normally again as such it would hold to its frozen state far longer than it should. She gently placed it in the young girls hand, saying as she did so, “A nima toe dan vie uru, sahak ceh dan ohk karkirjae vil dan ohk jemae vil gan cahsinark yei tlosank gei zen'ka” (A gift for you dear one, do not fear you are safe and you are free”)​

The young Twi’lek girl wrapped Julra in a hug and she returned the gesture, a warmth filled the witches heart that she had not felt in some time, it was refreshing, it felt good perhaps the girl sensed Julra needed it perhaps as much as she. One thing she had learned was to never underestimate the people of Ryloth. As the young girl released her from the hug she returned her smile and watched as the young Twi’lek was led away by her mother and waved goodbye turning back to the rest of the children whom other witches had taken to entertaining while she was distracted.​

In usual fashion however the joyful and peaceful times were never long, tragic as it were the tone in the air shifted suddenly, Julra did not know as of yet what had happened but the laughter and the joy had given way to silence, then whispers and then an overriding sense of dread. She turned sharply, her eyes scanning around her anger flashed upon the young witches face as she turned in time to see in all its horror a video feed on a nearby screen, only just shielding the eyes of the children with an illusion as the blade fell against the neck of Elav Doneeta, she quickly scanned the crowd again and saw many began to move in earnest. Quickly she turned and signaled the witches closest to her “Reunite them with the families then set wards around the city. Protect the people of Ryloth.” She turned and her eyes scanned the crowd again; part of her sought out the child she had told was safe only moments ago. Yet, for now, she needed to find the Nightmother if she was not already aware.​

It would not be long before she found the Nightmother, and in typical fashion, she was already well informed another time she might have smiled or even laughed but no not in this moment the rage on the young witches face was evident to the Nightmother who knew her so well. Today would be a very bad day to be on Ryloth with ill intent. ”I sent some of our sisters to reunite the children with their parents. What do we do first?”​

Spoiler: TAGS

CIS: Alwine Daye | Holt | Beric Layne | Lirka Ka | Effie | Luna Terrik | Ciri Jade | Sergei "Jack" Jachovich | Prennis Keeoli | Millu Lee | Draconis Sederius Wolf | Srina Talon | Darth Maliphant | Darth Metus | Rann Thress
AOC: Madalena Antares | Judd Hunter | Hanna | Oceiros Sunstrider | Kyrinov | Jai'galaar Gred | Scherezade deWinter | Nerium | Herah

 

[Kyyrk]

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P R O T E C T

Spoiler: Music

LOCATION: Siskeen Conference
TASK: Defend the Confederates/Understand the Reason of Secession
EQUIPMENT: In Signature
CIS: Daegon Corvinus | Seraphina Corvinus | Visanj T'shkali | John Locke | Raven Thystle | Prennis Keeoli | Corius Harckon
AOC: Annasari | Enlil | Gabriel Volturi

All my blood I shed for thee. All my freedom, I surrender for you. Rest, child. Rest now, and dream of a better place. And pray that I will have the strength to make it so.​

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Voph knelt within the command deck of the Obsidian Star. A new acquisition, and the first time Voph had been given the chance to test its capabilities. For the entire journey, he had knelt. Head bowed. He was lost in the past. A past which tormented him. Haunted him. A past that had broken him. Razed him to the core of his being. Every fiber of the man he had once been laid dead on Denova. In his place, knelt the being that had survived. The being that had bent the Force to his will, and seized victory for his own. Every ounce of blood he had to give, every drop of sweat he had to muster, he had given gladly to defend the people from the tyranny of Zakuul. And it had cost him everything. ​

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That, Voph would never forget. His brother. His Wife. His Child. All lost. Now distant memories lost to the tides of time, without even a grave to remember them by. Voph had nothing. Voph was nothing. And so into nothing he returned. Struck down by the son he should have spent more time with. Mourned by a Wife that had betrayed him. Reunited with a brother that had gone before. And for thousands of years, Voph slept. Or so the world thought. If only they knew. The agony that Voph endured. Unable to fully surrender. Unable to truly die. Trapped in eternity for millennia. Watching as the galaxy unfolded around him. ​

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But it was not time wasted.​

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Something in the back of his mind knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his rest had not yet come. And so, he prepared. Until that fateful day came when he was thrust back into the land of the living. Without a home. Without a family. Without a cause. Voph had nothing. Voph was nothing. And so, he searched for something. Anything. Something to call his own. He walked the old paths. He spoke the old words. But they were hollow, and rotten. Only a pale imitation of the splendor they had once been. Voph was prepared to search for his purpose for generations if necessary. To walk alone until the end of time, searching for a cause to call his own.​

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Until one fateful day on Rishi.​

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"Entering Siskeen Space."​

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The green eyes upon Voph's faceless mask snapped on. But he did not move. The ship dropped from hyperspace, with all the grace of a leaf upon the wind. The sleek Destrier-class vessel streaked through the starry black, making a direct line towards the planet below. "Begin launch sequence. Establish full perimeter around the Confrence." As Voph's hushed tones filled the ship, the Obsidian Star loosed a payload of Probe Droids from her hold, all descending upon Siskeen like a cloud, with the Star at its center.​

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The Grand Inquisitor had arrived.​

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Voph stirred only when the ship had come to a halt at the nearest available landing pad. As he stood, twin sabers flew from the sides of the room to his person, and Voph turned without ceremony. "Corius, the ship is yours. Keep a watchful eye for us, and report anything you may discover. If things go sideways, lock on to my armor's beacon. Darcy will show you the way." With that, Voph stepped from the ship. His Copper armor and tanned leather clad visage striking an imposing figure upon the surrounding area. He strode with purpose, with confidence. He was to meet the Exarch and his entourage at the Conference itself. As he walked, Voph found himself thinking back on the message that had been received. The warning that had been given.​

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He had suspected. But the warning gave proof. He knew, since the day on Ank Kit'aar, Voph had held his suspicions. Something was soon to happen upon Ryloth. But Voph felt his blood run cold as Darcy chirped in his ear. "Intercepted a transmission on Ryloth for ya, boss! Flagged as high priority." Voph listened to what it had to say. He did not see what the video had shown. He did not have to. An execution. Pure and simple. And what was worse, the subject.​

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A civilian.​

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A simple scholar, executed for the crime of writing a book.​

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The Agents of Chaos acted not against the Confederacy. They acted against her ideals. They acted to silence any word that was not their own. Through barbarism and terrorism. They would bend the galaxy to their will, and leave nothing but chaff and ash in their wake. Voph's hands curled into fists as he entered the conference chamber, moving to stand beside Faye Malvern with hands clasped behind him. Green glowing eyes peered from beneath a heavy leather hood. Around the room, his gaze swept, until he found a sight he'd not seen in a long time.​

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Not since that fateful day on Rishi.​

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A day when a lost and broken man had wandered into a bar. And, by pure chance, had encountered a small wolven creature. A creature that had lost a friend. And it was in this moment, Voph found purpose once again. And a name. Or rather, an idea. Knights Obsidian. Defenders of the peace. Defenders of the people. And though he resisted its call, Voph was destined to become one of them. To swear his service to the first cause he had willingly joined in his lifetime. All from a happenstance meeting upon Rishi. Or was it?​

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Now, in this time, Voph stood tall and proud, an armored titan of power and protection. Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian. The Absolute Authority that answered only to the Vicelord, and his chosen few. Eldrich and Ancient was his aura. Even those without the assistance of the Force could know that the man did not stand before them by natural means. Death had sought to claim him time and time again. But with each attempt, his power grew.​

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And in this moment, Voph stared evenly at Alwine Daye , now seated among the Agents of Chaos. She had abandoned the cause that had proven so alluring to Voph. As Voph took up the mantle of protector and defender, Alwine had cast it off. Voph offered her no greeting. Nor any indication that he knew her. Knowing how aloof the Wolf held herself, it was doubtful she would even remember who he was. But that mattered not to him. All that mattered was that Voph had not faltered.​

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Voph had not abandoned the path.​

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But now, as the proceedings began to fall underway, Voph felt a worm in the back of his mind. An urge. A calling. Ryloth. Darcy had confirmation that a fleet had arrived in orbit. Battle was brewing. And with the animalistic slaughter of the author Elav, Voph felt a calling deep within his core. Siskeen was not where he was meant to be. His place was not upon the war of words. But upon the deserts of Ryloth. It was his duty, nay, his right, to fight and die alongside his brethren. His entire being writhed under the pressure of having to remain at the Minister's side. He could not leave them exposed and undefended. But lives would be lost on Ryloth. And many more would be lost without his help. The Agents of Chaos did not care for the lives of Civilians. They simply wanted to see the galaxy burn.​

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But then the pit of Voph's being ran cold. Colder than he'd ever felt it run before. Darcy had found a signal. A signal that promised to stop Voph's heart mid-beat. Voph murmured to the AI under his breath. A connection was searched for. As Voph's helmet sealed itself to the outside world, Voph prayed that tomorrow would smile upon them both. But at the prospect of civilians being murdered for sharing in his ideals, Voph was gripped with a fear that he had not felt since the elder days. And deep within him, a primal desire to make his feelings known. He'd denied it all this time. Pushed it aside. But now, faced at the prospect of wandering the galaxy alone once again, Voph needed to say one simple message. "Prennis. I never had the chance to thank you for rescuing me. In more ways than one. Darcy tells me you're on Ryloth. If you are...Stay alive. Just stay alive." ​

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I love you.​

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It was so simple. And yet took such effort. Voph felt as if his very being was being ripped asunder from the conflict within. But he was no stranger to conflict. The struggle of light and dark within him had been waged since time immemorial. And in that he found balance. Now, so too did he find balance. A deep breath was drawn. "I love you, Aes'ona. Come back to me."​

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[Damsy Callat]

Form: Humanoid | Equipment: Strike armor, lightsaber, rifle, pistol x2 |
Tags: Luna Terrik + CDF + open

The ocean tides had no pull here. Ryloth was somehow drier that Geonosis, when and where she had first come following the Atrisian outbreak, to ask Gerwald Lechner for guidance. Ironically, the artificial lights weren't much easier on her skin than the natural Rylothian light might be for any of them. Humid and dry, just like Ophideraan and Tatooine, even Mustafar way back when. Blackwing's infection, though she had been immune, affected her physically. Most notably, it gave her an entirely new body. On one hand, it was thanks to that, perhaps, or the Force now running uninhibited through her veins, that she could walk and run without leg exoskeletons now. On the other, she was still a hydrophile; her skin still dried out exponentially quickly under the right, though she'd say wrong, circumstances.

Of which these were.

So thank the Confederacy for Project GARUDA - specifically the agrinium mesh cowl, or her men would be able to see the gills she felt slowly but surely opening on her neck.

The halting of the parade took to the same pacing, as a chorus of comm chimes rippled down the ranks. At first, it was unsure as the Dauntless exchanged their apprehension through glances. Anxiety settled like a thin fog, floating down assuredly before engulfing legions. Finally, Omega's feet stopped fall behind her, and so did hers. When a faceless glance over at Berrezz, walking nearly in step with her, she rose her right hand and activated her comm.

First, she heard the voice of a traitor ( Madalena Antares ), that that of an exarch ( Srina Talon ), though she was spared the red room holonet broadcast. What small mercy. She both meant it and didn't at the same time. Disgusting.

"Demagolka," she muttered in Mando'a, not even aware that she had slipped into the tertiary language. A combination of buttons pressed and the undercover major had slipped into the lupine's personal frequency. "Master, you hearing this?" She gave him time to respond if he could. In the meantime, she shuffled frequencies as the Grand Marshal gave her order. "I'm going to take Omega to base camp. I'll keep you apprised. Crowe out."

She looked up over, sensing a pair of eyes. There, Berrezz stared at her, his black eyes swimming with sunset coloring. They flicked down, lighting fast, to the arm she had just returned to her side, and so hers did too. She almost gasped, instead sidestepping away from the lieutenant, carefully as to not move with a magnitude that might alert any others watching. Back at a few feet's distance, she tugged down her sleeve hem to cover her glove. And copper skin giving way to a patch of blue-grey-tinted scales. "Berrezz, eyes front."

His gaze didn't falter, but his voice did as he asked lowly, smally, "...Damsy?"

She didn't miss one beat. "Assumed KIA at Xiaolang, body never recovered." A practiced response she had not once actually uttered. Still, she doubted any amount of feigned confidence in her own official status - KIA - would dissuade him. A sharpshooter knew what he saw, end of story.

With gaze leveled at her second, she barked beyond him to their squad, "Omega, hup-karkin'-two!"

Even as he fit his helmet over his head, she couldn't forget that look in his eyes. He knew.

He'd be a problem.

She needed to get out of there.

 

[Shalita Verd]

Location: Ryloth
Objective: Clansmoot
Equipment: Hidden Wrist Blade, Obsidian Lightsabre, Obsidian Strike Armour Phase II and Taozin Amulet
CIS Tags: Darth Metus | Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner | Madalena Antares | Darth Elyria | Kyrinov + Open

Shalita lingered within the shadows of the area. Icy blue eyes focused upon her brother, Darth Metus as he began his usual political nonsense. While she wouldn’t have normally been within the vicinity, she made an appearance due to the fact that Darth Metus had reached out to her. Why? Well, that were details that she would keep to herself, but at the same time, as she appraised the figure of her brother from afar within the shadows of the area that she found himself within, she often wondered if he wasn’t completely covered by the many other people that had made an appearance. Could she be doing something else? Probably. However, as he had a habit of reminding her, she actually had a duty to her family as well. Although adoptive at the best of times, she still held these ties close to her cold, dead heart.

Cold? Yes. Dead? At times quite probably. Being that she was normally an assassin that was used to operating on her own, it was events like this that grabbed her and grounded her. If not, she could have probably lost herself within the many aliases that she adopted on a frequent basis. It also took a stern talking to from her brother to remind her that she actually had a family that she had to conduct family duties for. If she didn’t have her brother to keep her grounded, then who knew where she would be. If she hadn’t run across those she now considered her parents, then she would still be an orphan. A sigh parted her lips as she glanced away from the proceedings before her and her arms rose to cross over her chest as Madalena made her announcement. That was until she noticed as the hologram within the center of the room shudder before another scene was presented before them.

She watched and listened to the death of a twi’lek and she drew in a slow breath as she listened to the man’s speech, only to watch the head be decapitated from the twi’lek’s shoulders. The woman wasn’t at all phased by death, in fact she was almost immune from feeling any kind of shock when it came to watching a life being taken before her very eyes. More than once had she felt by her own hands, life leaving the body of another being. It was just the fact of life and it was one that she had to accept when she had lost her own parents. In fact, ever since her mind had been healed, she had taken upon herself to deaden herself to death. As an assassin, death was a simple part of the job; however, as she watched the lifeless eyes stare up at the camera, she felt nothing even though she knew that many emotions from many different people would rise up due to this display.

The only thing that made her feel even the slightest bit of chill, was the realization that the threat upon Ryloth was as real as the words that the male had spoken and death coloured the theme of the once cheerful celebration. Although they were very much different in every way, she preferred the shadows and her brother the literal figurehead and target; but that didn’t mean that she didn’t want him to enjoy the fruits of his labour. As brothers went, she could not complain, for he was the only real sibling that she had. So she couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment for him as the event turned sour. However, her form tensed in preparation for any kind of attack that may come their way. The woman even reached out with force sense to try and detect any kind of sneak attack that may come their way, but it seemed that they kept their word of eight minutes. At least, their word when it came to anything else but the civilians, was truthful enough. Her form that had been standing with the shadows of the room shifted and slowly moved towards an entrance to the room so then to keep it covered from any potential early attacks.
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[Lunara Azure]

Location: Ryloth
Wearing: Armour
Tagging: Rayne Centaris

There was something about the word party that conjured an image in your head, a carefree revelry that could carry you along and sweep you away. Just close your eyes and let your imagination carry you away. See that sea of smiling faces and the sound of laughter, now open your eyes, see that sea stretched out before you. All those happy smiling faces.

You didn’t need the force to see it, to sense it, the energy that swirled around the Twi’leks that had gathered to celebrate independence day. It was visible in their faces, audible in their voices and why wouldn’t it be? It was the party to end all parties, and everyone was invited. They’d come from the ends of the planet to gather, to cheer for independence and to experience the party.

You just had to reach out, to touch the force to sense that, the first touch on that energy field that connected all life on the planet to taste it. It was like a fine wine that fills your senses, lifted you up and brought a smile to your face. It was impossible to feel anything different, to stop yourself feeling the happiness that surrounded you. And that was just one touch.

Imagine what it would feel like if you opened yourself up completely to the force. Imagine what it would feel like if you opened yourself up completely to the force. It was a heady thought, the kind of idea that you knew was a bad one, but you still couldn’t get out of your head. A long pale digit ran along the rim of her wineglass, the ceramic almost singing under her touch as the blonde shook her head. It was a tempting thought, just to reach out to all that energy that crackled in the air, to lose herself for a moment.

For a fleeting moment of time to lose all the weight of the world and memories that seemed to drag out behind her like heavy chains. She longed to just forget it all, to lose herself in the moment and the thrill of the moment. It would have been so easy, so much fun…it wouldn’t have been the right thing or the responsible thing.

A soft sigh escaped the woman’s lips as she glanced away from the crowd, staring down into the glass clasped in her hand, the bright lights of the festival distorted in the pale liquid before she lifted it to her lips. She’d always done what was right, her duty. Even now, as the party stormed around them the blonde and her companion were here to provide protection, to allow the Twi’leks around them to enjoy the party which they were so entitled to in peace. The CIS had been made aware of a potential threat to the festivities, but they had no idea of the true scale of horror that was about to be unleashed.

It hadn’t taken much, the arrival of a ship broadcasting a warning, a woman who claimed to be a former member of the KO, a KO that Lunara had never met started making threats. No negotiation, no questioning, just a hard demand that the confederates give up the planet, abdicate their responsibility to the millions of citizens who looked to them for protection and support. This woman claimed to know the Confederacy, but it was no Confederacy that Lunara knew. Perhaps this was a case of rose-tinted glasses, an image in her head that told her that the bribe of a party would be enough to have the Confederacy leave millions upon millions of citizens who had asked for their protection to their fate. Never going to happen.

The party around them paused for a moment before continuing, but the bright energy of the party had been dampened by the announcement, by the threat. There was a new taste cutting through the force now, darker, sharper. A taste she knew all too well. The taste of fear.

A fear that proved to be absolutely justified as an orange-skinned Twi’lek appeared on the holonet, the bloodied and mutilated form of one of the planet’s greatest literary heroes before him. The blonde knew what was coming, the moment she’d seen the scene, seen the rabid fanaticism in the man’s eyes how could you not.

The world around them held their breath, a collective intake as the sword swung released in a cry of anger, of shock. A scream that tore from the throats of the Twi’leks, as if by their simple exclamation the could turn back time, could make it not happen.

If only this were the case, if only wishes and dream could turn back time and change history, then Lunara would still have a home, a family who loved her. Yet, she knew all too well that this was merely wishful thinking. That the Twi’leks would have to accept this new state of affairs, where total strangers could arrive and bring horror, bring terror to their world at their whim. The thin veil of safety that was civilization had been torn away by the actions of these terrorists and their foreign allies.

The voice of the Exarch echoed across the radio, urging the civilians to seek out safety and security. To allow the CIS to handle the new threat.

To deal with these terrorists and murderers who had brought horror and death to the once bright lights of the party.

Crystal blue eyes settled on her companion as she shook her head sadly.

“I...it never gets better does it?.”

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

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S I S K E E N

Confederate Tags: Daegon Corvinus | John Locke | Visanj T'shkali | Kyyrk | Raven Thystle | Seraphina Corvinus
Chaos Tags: Derek Dib | Alwine Daye | Enlil | Gabriel Volturi | Holly Starstorm | Annasari

Where: Siskeen Conference
APPEARANCE

Spoiler

A jet-black and sleek cut suit jacket, made from shell spider silk with a glistaweb lining, worn conspicuously open atop a crisp white shirt, ruffled cuffs peeking out from the sleeves. Matched black pant enveloping her long legs and hugging her curves, the cuffs of which pile gently onto vine snakeskin boots accented with silver tips. A belt, rested comfortably across her hips. Her blond hair was worn in a tussled up-do, fastened in place with hairpins.

Other Accessories & Pieces:
Heartbeat House Covert Colors nail polish (01 Mulberry Red)
Heartbeat House V-Stylus
Heartbeat Faster
Hearbeat Absorbelt (black; dress-style)
Heartbeat Heels
Nadir P-series Lighter (taser variant)
Browncoat Datalogger
Bola Bracelet
Red Vest
Buscador Pendant
EyeSpy Glasses
Ministry Ring
Bulwark Mark-II Personal Shield
Huntress

Vis was here as a ranking member of the Confederate government, another voice in the chorus of solidarity and reason, aiming to prevent the people of Siskeen from making a rash mistake and climbing into bed with terrorists and madmen. Having just finished watching the HoloNet video of the senseless murder of Twi’lek woman, apparently the culmination of torture and mutilation performed by Twi’lek fanatics, she was seething. The Agents of Chaos are no one’s ‘friend’. Slavers, terrorists, and traitors, and if they sunk their claws into Siskeen, the people here would get nothing better than that girl received. At least she died at the end of a madman’s tantrum, and not at the end of a chain, which was exactly where this so-called ‘independence’ movement was going to put Siskeen.

Vis dressed formally. Metus has made her promise to be professional. Hers was not the way of diplomacy, not like this. She preferred bold actions and sincere words, not flatteries and mind-games. But, this was her life now. C’est la Vie! She took one last swallow and replaced the cap, sliding the flask back into the inside pocket of her jacket. With a deep sigh, she began to walk towards the meeting.

As she did, she wondered how Corius Harckon was adjusting aboard Voph’s ship. She liked the man, although a bit of a strange breed. Rarely did you find someone with those kinds of morals anymore. How quaint, she thought, well, all children eventually grow up. Nevertheless, if thing goes all Hutt-shaped, Vis had confidence he’d handle the job well. But then her focus reset itself as she entered the Conference room.

If only this was just a gathering for drinks, she thought. John Locke , her friend and mentor and former boss was heading this effort. The remainder of the envoy from the Confederacy were friends, old and new. Under any other circumstances, this could be a fun time. But not today, today was deciding the fates of countless souls. The right of self-determination is crucial to core principles of the Confederacy, and we are not some imperial power who will use force and coercion to achieve dominance. If the people of Siskeen want to leave, then so be it. But if leaving means crawling into bed with terrorists, exchanging liberty for slavery, Vis could never allow it to happen without doing all in her power to talk some reason into them.

This was going to be a very long day.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Equipment: 1x Decoria Class Lightweight Assault rifle, Saberpike, Durasteel armour
Allies: CIS folks
Enemies: AoC folks
Objective: Get the Decoria Industries brand out there!

"Come over here and check out the Decoria Industries latest technology, we have starfighter weapons, assault rifles. There is the Rescue Rangers that you can hire to keep your area safe and see how their armour stacks up!" Kat called out as she showed off her wares during the festival. "Keep your eyes on our wares, soon there will be variants on the N-Wing series, with our development of the Titansteel alloy." Kat sighed, she wasn't the greatest at selling her company, she would rather just be back in the lab or the workshop working on her designs and finish off her new designs but the company needed income and the SJO was only one faction and Kat needed to expand if she was going to develop the more ambitious technology that she was planning on using.

As she was informing the public on her company's products and various items that she had brought with her or the holovids of the other equipment in action. There was limited interest but many were into the CIS owned companies and products, which was fair and cheaper generally but Kat was still hopeful some of her items would catch someone's eye. Kat looked around and spotted her friend Asaraa Vaashe with the famous Echani, Srina Talon she offered them a wave, been years since the young twenty-something had seen her friend and she hadn't seen Srina since Eshan joined SJO. That had been back when guilt and depression was heavy on her heart. Over the years, Kat moved on, use to living on her own.

 

[Tess Valnora]

RYLOTH

Objective: Upgrading BD-404/ Keeping Watch
Location: Capital Bio-Dome
Nearby Allies: Holt , Ciri Jade , Rann Thress , Open
Hostiles: Open​

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

Weapons

Spoiler: Compact SMG

(20 round magazine)

AMR-211'Longbow'
B2 rifle 'Oathkeeper'
SGP-12
Shadow's Sting (gauntlets)
"Silence" shotosaber
"Viper's Bite" assassin's knife​

Gear​

Spoiler: Utility belt

Suppressor for SMG
SOAR - Slicing Operation Assistance Routine
Smoke grenades (2)
2x-4x Scope (1) - When not attached to B2 rifle
Medi-kit (1)
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Armor:​

Spoiler: Trench coat

Norris root dyed leatheris trench coat]

PD-00 "Second Skin" Light Armor
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The Foundation Parade security detail had been Tess’s chance to get out and do something instead of sitting around waiting for another information-gathering mission. She hoped the parade would begin, proceed and end with naught but celebrations and laughter. Another day of simple grunt work. She had brought along her new BD unit to apply some minor upgrades to while she watched the Twi’leks celebrate. In her line of work there was always the slightest chance everything that could go wrong, would go wrong and she was waiting for just that.

She didn’t partake in any of the celebrations, even though she was told before arriving that it was authorized for everyone present to do so. Tess watched the children run around laughing, the adults talking and laughing, everyone was celebrating and enjoying the various game and food stands. The smells and sounds made their way up to the balcony she was sitting on, her tools, and droid on the bench in front of her. Her rifle was leaned up against it, out of sight of any of the civilians below.

The Crow never liked the stock holoprojector in her BD unit and wanted to upgrade the image it produced, which was what she was currently working on with a glance here and there over the crowded street below. The mod was installed in short order to the cranial unit of BD-404, and Tess just had to finish connecting a couple of wires, “Hold still Error!” She said as the droid bobbed its head up and down excitedly chirping, “This will go faster if you calm down.” the droid paused its movements as she connected the last wires. Error immediately displayed a very clear looking CIS symbol with no glitching or blurring. “Perfect! Nicely done Error!” she praised, even though the droid didn’t have much to do with the install.

Tess looked out over the crowd and just continued to take in the celebration. Error jumped up on the railing and looked down at the filled street then over to Tess as she leaned back in her chair for a second. The droid beeped and chirped a few lines to which she replied, “No we aren’t going to go explore the area right now, we are just watching for any suspicious activity.” And almost on cue, her commlink started beeping, she tapped the indicator and listened to the message being broadcasted.

“There goes the celebration,” Tess said to herself as she got to her feet and packed her tools into a bag.

She figured everyone heard the ultimatum provided by the previous Knight Commander of the Dauntless, but she needed to contact next-in-command and figure out what the plan would be. BD-404 jumped off of the railing and dashed into the room chirping the whole way to get the Crow’s attention. “Show me.” Was all she had to say before the droid displayed what looked like a symbol of a bird with flames, maybe a phoenix. The clear hologram suddenly started glitching and displayed a live feed of two Twi’leks one giving a message and the other, bloodied and weeping, kneeling on the floor.

Tess dropped her bag as she watched the proceedings. She had seen many deaths, some quite brutal. But the murder that happened before her caused her jaw to drop slightly in shock as the head of the abused Twi’lek was removed from its body. The line ‘We are coming’ echoed in her head for a minute after the projection disappeared. Regathering her wits Tess configured her commlink to its secure channel for CICOM use, “Birds, this is Crow Valnora. As you most likely just heard and or saw, we have a major situation here. We need to mobilize. Now.” She stated as she moved around the room with urgency to put away and gather what things she figured she might need.​

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[The Bridesmaid]

Objective: Protect the spooky Nerium
Location: Aboard the Ricardo
Allies: Nerium | Herah | Kyrinov | AoC
Enemies: CIS meanies


There was certainly no shortage of motivational speeches to listen to as their little group waited for the signal. Fortunately for her, Morgan had found a much more entertaining way to pass her time as she silently observed the wolf next to Kyrinov . Perhaps a creature like this would make for a better pet than a rancor after all.

Eventually Morgan shifted her attention to the others. She had seen a couple of them before, but that was about it. Perhaps she'd get to know them better today. Perhaps this was all just a big team bonding activity that got slightly out of hand.

Eh, that was unlikely. She was wondering whether the enemy was listening to the same kind of speeches as she was when the atmosphere suddenly changed. Morgan shivered as she let out a sigh. "Ugh, it hate it when they do that", she muttered.

Morgan raised an eyebrow as Nerium responded to Kyrinov's words. "We become Chaos? Are you ever... not in a complete state of Chaos?", she asked Nerium as she looked at her innocently. When the woman grinned a little too wide, Morgan turned away from her and nodded. "Yup, I regret asking that already. You know what? Let's just focus on the whole fight thing and all that."

 

[Larentia]

LOCATION: Derek Dib's Palace, Olanet, Siskeen System
WEARING: Phase I Hayywire Armor
WIELDING: Phase I Sword of Eve, Taozin amulet
ALLIES: Agents of Chaos, The Siskeen Coalition, Twi'lek Freedom Fighters
ENEMIES: The Confederacy of Independent Systems
TAGS:
(AoC) Derek Dib , Enlil , Alwine Daye , Gabriel Volturi , Annasari ,
(CIS) John Locke , Daegon Corvinus , Seraphina Corvinus , Visanj T'shkali , Kyyrk , Faye Malvern , Raven Thystle

She had said he deserved her protection. Larentia didn't need her to tell her when the demon himself still whispered into her head. Always. She was born of them, their ichor danced in her skin since the day she had arrived into this world, a Lupine screaming out in pain at the birth of a wolf coming into this world. She'd come before her Mother had come. How strange it had seemed, the very thought of it. It mattered not, the history was changing already, and Larentia hoped it was changing for the better. She prayed still to Doashim still the nightmares of the future would not come to pass. Curupira Hawk tended to the child, she had seen it from a distance, terrified of approaching at risk of theories of time travel being indeed true yet the very thought that the personification of evil, his Queen was having a hand in raising the child seemed so foreign, so odd. Had it happened before? Larentia couldn't remember that far back into her childhood and there had been no one to ask, to question.

Today, she would stand beside the brother of the man who had once pledged himself to the demon, who had stood at the rebirth of the religion and who had walked away the day it had been destroyed. Doashim approved of this action, and now, he called for her to come to Siskeen, stand beside Derek Dib . The future Princess of a world still shrouded in darkness from the galaxy's politics stood in the shadow though. Despite the training she possessed to speak on behalf of her world, her people, it was not a skill she demonstrated at this time. It was not what was required of the demon's child now, here. Since her arrival to the past, Larentia had ensured the safety of the upcoming Lupine Queen. She had watched the past change already, turn, and switch. The Lupine child had witnessed how fluid the past truly was in her time here. Today, she was a warrior in the shadow. They hoped the negotiations would be successful and the likes of her would not be needed at all yet, Doashim required of her to serve, to stand beside the family that had once stood with the spirits. This was where Little Wolf found a place.

Blue gaze traveled through the faces as the room begun to fill, one standing out more than the rest of them. Alwine Daye was like her, a wolf in human form. They could tell each other with ease, especially in close proximity. They had met before, though they had never exchanged words. On purpose, it was, for Larentia, that. She kept her distance from particular people. Her amulet kept her signature clouded from others, much on purpose. It was a gift to her from her mother, long ago, to protect her from the family that would harm her. She had meant to use it against them, as their madness consumed them both, their desire to destroy the family as her Uncle had done once. He had sought to perform the second Culling. Larentia had never thought she would be using the same artifact to protect her identity from her own blood. It was necessary to protect her identity though, Larentia believed.

From where she stood, Larentia took notice of Holly Starstorm approaching the Siskeen viceroy. She couldn't help but pull back, closer to the other Lupine, away from the device broadcasting. She was a creature of shadows, a creature of the future. Her face had no place in records of the past.

Though the warrior inside her itched for a fight, for the sake of the Dibs and Siskeen, she'd quietly called to the spirits for peace. They deserved this, and she knew better than to wish on a war on anyone. Not when she had fought her battles when she had lost loved ones in those battles. Larentia would never call for war again after the lessons she had learned.

And today, peace would be obtained. By hook or by crook.

 

[Maeve Archeron]

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D A U N T L E S S : N O S A V I O R H E R E
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DIRECT TAGS: Luna Terrik Renarin Amidala @ Dauntless
OPEN FOR INTERACTION
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It was murder.

No amount of exposure to bloodshed would ever acclimatize her to the murder of innocents, the torture of civilians whose only crime seemed to be the unwilling transformation into the pawn of cruel fanatics.

The Agents of Chaos claimed to be liberators, saviors coming to free the Twi'leks from the new lives that the CIS offered them.

The Agents of Chaos were liars.

"Maeve Acheron, reporting in. I'm in transport to basecamp. I have Renarin Amidala with me. ETA 9 minutes. Out."

She looked over to the pale-faced boy sitting next to her.

"It doesn't get any better."

He turned to her, pretending he didn't know what she was talking about. Maeve gave him a slight smile, before bumping him with her elbow and turning her eyes back to the road.

"Let's see how fast we can get this piece of junk to go, shall we?"

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

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Objective: Daydream
Tags: Madalena Antares
OOC Note: Will get to dance partners in the next round of posting!


Allya’s mind was not on this damned parade. Parades? For military might? It made the Mando’ade in her itch. Fighting was life. It literally was, for the teen. From the moment she could walk she fought. From the moment the galaxy knew she existed it had tried to kill her. She never understood the use for these things. But she adored Luna, and Luna had asked her. The girl moved through the streets, and marched together with her brothers and sisters in arms.

Her mind was never truly focused on the here and now, her eyes never truly saw what was infront of her. She dreamt of Jerek, and his kisses. She dreamed of a wild ride in a speeder. She dreamed of so many things. But what was happening now? Not one of them. Her mind barely picked up the sites and sounds of the festival through her helmet.

That changed quickly, when Madalena’s voice came over the comm. It was so...delusional. At one time, she had loved her with all her heart. She had wanted to be close to her forever. Then one day, she just vanishes, no explanation no nothing, and comes back spouting something she clearly knew wasn’t true. IONA already knew what to do. Quickly the AI tried to hack into the comm systems for Madalena. If successful, a small voice would ring out from Madalena’s comm unit. “Auntie Madalena. I love you. But you don’t know what it means to be free. You never have. You’ve always been a slave to her, still are. But don’t worry. I’ll save you. One day.” If it worked, nothing else would be said, no attempts to control the ship or anything else would be made. It would just be that, a small private message. The beheading of a civilian, the threats, the chaos. The only Empire here, was the AoC. In truth, they were worse than the Sith Empire ever was. It was simply fact. They would throw it all to destruction. The death toll would be intense, and the twi'leks would once again end up in the hands of slavers. This talk about traditions? The Twi'lek broke his own. it was just...so pointless. Didn't anyone of them HEAR themselves and how dumb it all sounded? It was like listening to murderous little kids.

Allya’s eyes flicked open, and she quickly followed Luna’s orders back to the base to regroup. Her men quickly followed. They always had speeders on standby in case of things like this. Soon they were whisked away.

At the camp, she began to get her combat gear in order, she ordered her men to get fully prepared as well. She would connect droids to her suits control system, and gather her capacity to march into battle.

 

[Thalia Senn]

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Allies: Oceiros Sunstrider J'onns Madalena Antares
Enemies: Rann Thress Draconis Sederius Wolf Millu Lee Srina Talon Prennis Keeoli Ciri Jade Vytal Noctura Julra Repraj Damsy Callat Lunara Azure Tess Valnora Maeve Archeron Allya Vi'Dreya

Jan much preferred being behind the stick of a cockpit. Like many of his people, he was a warrior and one of the skies at that. He watched from within the march as holoscreens all over the Capital dome cut from the festive videos and 'patriotic' CIS flags to Shuulk's broadcast. He had warned against this sort of action. Nobody took well to threats, their people least of all. Shuulk and J'onns though were Zealots. They'd see Ryloth free by any means necessary. It was only by integrating himself within their ranks that he curbed their most violent acts of terror. He had to admit though, when he saw the liar's head roll across the floor he felt something inside him skip like a child.

Hosea, his Bogwing, screeched out, its call blending with that of the other flying creatures native to Ryloth that had made it inside the biodome. It flitted down to his shoulder as groups of people stood shocked and horrified. When the feed cut back to the patriotic marches and flag-waving a somber mood had fallen over the crowd.

"What have you got for me?" He asked, cooing at the thing. A small compartment on its leg popped open, dumping a datachit into his open palm. With a smirk he stepped out of the crowd, fumbling with the chit but managed to get it slotted into his cylindrical com device. He turned his gaze skyward, his eyes searching for any sign of the Agents of Chaos. They were a large group, there was no doubt about that, but there was no way they'd be able to take the capital dome without their support. Not from the savage War Machine that was the CIS.


The Com device began beeping. They were here. She listened intently to her speech and the ones that came after from those CIS people that had sequestered them from what truly made Twi'leks, Twi'leks. They weren't unfamiliar to Dan. By the Stars they were nearly identical in message to what the CIS spewed to them when they "freed" them from the Slavers, only to return with shackles of a different name and he was tired of them. He felt the Force move around him as one particularly loud Witch began spouting the same old platitudes. It seemed as if Hosea had had enough too, because it had picked up a fruit from a local fruit stand and flown over the witch, dropping it like a wet proton torpedo. It caw-cawed and landed on a powerline, scratching its underbelly with its claws. That was enough of that, he decided and he pressed his thumb down on the com unit, detonating his two bombs in a local CIS defense force garage. The boom shook the area but contained to the garage the damage would be minimal but only for a time. The explosion would blow a hole into the permeate, sending chunks into empty patrol vehicles and transparisteel windows and when the dust settled the chittering would begin and the tunnel that they had spent untold hours building would be revealed.

Their gateway into the city was open. And so too was their gateway to freedom.

It also meant it was time for him to get out of dodge.

 

[Strider Garon]

LOCATION: Above Ryloth aboard Lucrehulk-class battleship " The Barn"
WEARING: Beskar'gam | Jetpack
WIELDING: Power Lance | RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol | EE-3 Carbine Rifle | Crushgaunts | Mandalorian Vambraces | Hussar Saber (Beskar)
ALLIES: Agents of Chaos, The Siskeen Coalition, Twi'lek Freedom Fighters
ENEMIES: The Confederacy of Independent Systems
TAGS:

Strider's nose wiggled involuntary as he walked into the sphere's loading bay. The amount of horse feces was monumental and in such a enclosed space it over powered the senses. A smell he thought he had gotten use to, growing up on the family homestead along with the Hussar's planet side barns. Even with that he had to fight the instincts to drop his lit shento cigar and hide under his helmet like the rest of the mandalorians and volunteers have done. Strider held his stone face valiantly, cigar hanging from his lips as his noes took longed for fresh air. This was certainly a reason why modern military forces went mechanized. A logistical mishap not having enough droids on hand to shovel dung out the vacant escape pods and garbage chutes was certainly a lesson learned and a mistake that will not be made again. Never again will Strider load over six thousand horses onto a ship with out such measures properly in-placed.

"Frak dropping bombs, lets dump this on Ryloth!" One of the hussars could be overhead in the distance, cleaning his own area around his horse and pushing the feces out into the center for the droids to come gather.

"Think we would be persecuted as war criminals if we did such" his neighbor retorted.

Good to know that humor could not be obliterated by the stench. There was hope yet. The old man continued to walk down the line, towards his own horse. A black destrier with blood lines coming from dathomir. He gently rubbed the horse's neck and mane, showing affection to the creature he was about to ride into battle. Strider would go into checking and double checking the horse, it's saddle and his own equipment and weapons. Pre battle routines that all the Hussars were performing as they waited for the orders. This was the company's first combat mission together and Strider could feel the tension. He had words that would motivate, but he thought best to keep those till they were planet side. For now, they all will be content with preparing for what is about to happen.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Unknown Safehouse, Ryloth
Thoughts: "Death is the only proper punishment for men such as these."

Rats.

That's what they were. Tiny rats scurrying around a place they had no business being. The thought of these savage terrorists setting foot in Confederate territory was enough to turn Adron's stomach, luckily he had a light breakfast that morning.

He'd been on Ryloth for the past two days, perhaps three, it was becoming easier and easier for him to lose count ever since taking on the role of King as his sole task in the galaxy. Still, devoting himself to his people did not mean he remained out of touch with The Confederacy. He was, after all, the representative of Illyria to the Viceroyalty which meant he would need to spend a good deal of time in the territories. Still, this evening was becoming something far more than he was expecting. His eyes danced over the holo video that played before him. The excessively long winded, and utterly pointless, words of Madalena Antares had left such a distasteful flavor in his mouth that he decided to discard the fine glass of Illyrian wine he'd been sipping from.

He set the glass on the stand beside him, exhaling softly before placing a single finger on his well-groomed chin. The room he sat in was a type of "safe house" the man used when he visited Ryloth. He had hundreds of the such dwellings created when he was yet an Exarch in the Confederacy, after all they were a necessity when his post required so much travel. It was lavishly furnished with every possible amenity he could find himself wanting, yet he knew he would be leaving soon. "Disgusting." He said, finally turning the holo off and standing from his silken couch. He pressed down the flaps of his surcoat before turning away from the screen. "Yaras." He called out evenly. A younger man with thin blonde hair stepped into the room, bowing his head respectfully. "Yes, your majesty?"

"Activate all security units and prepare my armor." He commanded the younger boy. "Very good, your majesty." The boy said before turning out of the room.

Adron glanced back at the empty reservoir where the holo had appeared. He wondered just what it was these Agents of Chaos had planned, they couldn't believe themselves so bold as to actually take Ryloth? He paused for a moment before remembering the imbecile who was leading this group of misfits. "They're probably aiming to take Ryloth." He sighed out.

He made his way into his bedroom and quickly pulled off the surcoat and trousers he'd been wearing. Exhaling, he worked to clear his mind of the excess thoughts that could cloud it and bring his focus away from certain intent. He no longer had the luxury of being the King Adron Malvern, not for a time at least. When his young squire stepped into the room holding a small, blood red ring in his hand it caused Adron to glance down at it for a moment. "A year." It had been since he'd donned his Sith Armor. "Well, lets see if it still fits." The man took the ring, sliding it onto his finger and immediately he felt the room shift and bend with the supernatural pressure that was the Dark Side of the Force. With it came a weight, a weight all too familiar to him, threatening to crush him if he dared to bend to it's will. Pinching his eyes closed as pain wracked his body, Adron let out a blood curdling scream. It felt as if the very blood in his body was coming to an explosive boil.

Amethyst shadows began to flutter around the room, like simply wisps of wind they surrounded the man, dancing in tandem with his agony-filled screams. They were so loud and shattering that a nearby mirror cracked from the wails.

Yaras, the young page who was in the service of the King stepped back worriedly, hiding behind a nearby wall with an uncertain fear in his eyes.

The shadows wrapped themselves over Adron, burning his flesh like acid until finally a massive repulse exploded out from the man's being. The Force Repulse shattered most of the things inside of the room. The bed, dressers, and nightstands were all shattered into tiny pieces of plasteel and metal.

What presented itself to torment and agony had now arisen to stand in the center of the room, wrapped in crimson plates of phrik and a flowing blood red cloak that fell from the clasps on the man's shoulders.

His eyes were as two amethyst jewels, glowing in the darkness of the room after the lights had been shattered into nothing more than shards of glass. He ran a hand through his hair, clearing it of glass and debris before looking coolly to the page before him.

"K-King Adron?" Yaras called out worriedly.

There was a pause as Adron's eyes danced over the armored hands before him. "Adron?" The man spoke out, his voice distinctly deeper and more demonic than when last he spoke.

"No." He said.

"Not Adron." He strode past the young boy, who shrank away from his advance. His hand pressed into the boy's shoulder, assuring him that he would come to no harm. Walking out of the bedroom he made his way out of the safehouse to find himself in another part of the bunker, shrouded in darkness.

The darkness seemed to give way to a single set of crimson lights...then another...and another. The lights would flash for what seemed like an eternity before finally the entire room became illuminated.

Malphas took one step forward before pausing.

One...Two...

He glanced around as if searching for something. Then he closed his eyes for a moment, dipping himself in the twisting nether of the Force. "So...There are two of you here?" The demonic voice spoke softly before he raised his hand into the air as if poised to reveal something.

"I command you. Return to my side." He sent the order through the ripples of the Force as a smile came to his lips.

What laid before Adron was a bunker holding a small personal army of droids, speeders, and other necessities designed to defend the man's life. Those crimson lights now revealed themselves to be a well-maintained platoon of Commando Droids who gazed at Adron obediently.

"I am Darth Malphas." He said with an amused tone, as if reminding himself as well as the boy behind him.

Xobos Yakieer Darth Miseria

 

[Zaldros Sabolte]

Objective: Protect Nerium

Location: Aboard the Ricardo

Allies: Nerium , Kyrinov , Herah, and The Bridesmaid (I think)

Fighting for: AoC

Enemies: CIS

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This was it, the calm before the raging storm, a storm where death could hover above hundreds possibly thousands. Only time would tell of the fate that was laid out for them, and as such it’s better to enjoy those last few moments before one is hoisted out into their battle, whatever that battle may be, and this battle was his or rather his faction’s. A battle he was willing to help fight, no matter the outcome. As such all, he could do was wait for the signal with his fellow agents, listening to their speeches and small-talk, he couldn’t help but notice he only recognized one of them, maybe that would be different after today. For all, he knew war could be the best place to make new friends, that was highly unlikely, but still fighting for your lives with one another could be a bonding experience, an interesting one at that; but hey, who doesn’t like to spice things up a bit, especially when your charging into what could be a giant bloodbath. He shook his head a little, there was no need to focus on what was coming, rather the Echani could try and strike up a conversation if he felt like it at least.​

 

[Enlil]

Allies: Derek Dib , Alwine Daye , Annasari , Gabriel Volturi el Volturi, Holly Starstorm, Larentia

Enemies: John Locke , Raven Thystle , Faye Malvern , Visanj T'shkali , Kyyrk , Daegon Corvinus

He quietly accepted a goblet filled with a full bodied red wine poured to halfway. Enlil took a moment to indulge in the aroma- a bitter, but complex series of scents that were unfamiliar to him. As he lifted it to his lips and sampled, he tasted notes of things he did know: berries, largely, and the obvious grape. He decided it would suit for the purposes of entertainment.

The first of the Confederate delegation arrived in those few moments. Enlil watched as John Locke led his precession toward the room, and rose to his feet. He stepped sideways and glided to obstruct the entourage from his place along the outer wall of the room. Then, he held up a hand gently.

"Greetings!" he called out, "and welcome on behalf of Siskeen and its people. Exarch, Viceroys, Ministers, I am aware of you and you are free to pass. Your bodyguards and the Knights Obsidian who accompany you however must remain outside the room with me. For the security of everyone involved in this meeting, and the assurance of peace."

He promised Dib that the people of Siskeen would not suffer for this meeting. That included the newly ordained President, and for the moment, both the Agents of Chaos and the Confederacy would enjoy similar protections. "To that end, leave any weapons outside of the chamber in good faith as well."

His gaze turned now to Lechner and the Agents of Chaos within the room, "and that also applies to you all. Surrender any weapons you have at this time. This is a peaceful delegation, and there is no need for them."

Enlil lifted the wine once more to his lips and stood calmly in place to await everyone involved. If they did not wish to comply, the meeting could proceed without them; because the King refused to step aside until everyone involved acquiesced. "Wine?" he offered absently as he lowered the goblet.

 

[Darth Miseria]

C L A N S M O O T

Location: Capitol Building - Clansmoot
Objective: Answer the Call
Equipment: Derriphan Armour | Lightsaber | Famine & Pestilence
Tags: Adron Malvern | Xobos Yakieer ​

Ryloth was Miseria's second home from home. Krant had been her first, but Ryloth was where she had been raised, in Sinner's Well along with all her other siblings. So, when her Father asked her to join him by his side during the Founder's Day celebrations, Miseria was all too happy to accompany him. Not as a viceroy, not as the daughter of the vice lord, but as the Dianah raised on Ryloth alongside the twi'leks and the mandragora. Everything was going swimmingly, including the clansmoot who had some genuine and interesting points to discuss with the CIS. Until...

Darth Miseria's jaw dropped, openly. She recognzied that voice. She was friends with that voice. Or used to be. Now it was threatening her family home? The tables had indeed turned. Dianah shot her head toward her father, not caring that her surprise was plastered on her face like a painting in a museum. How could this have happened? How could her friend, who was once so sweet and kind, turn into this? Her ruby eyes glanced back and forth across the room quickly, until a flickering screen caught her gaze.

Where there was once the symbol of the clans of Ryloth, instead there was an unknown twi'lek with a frightened looking woman in his clutches. Miseria could hardly believe what she was hearing, and what she was seeing. When the innocent fell limp onto the ground, the camera decorated in her blood, Miseria shot out of her chair. This was an act of terrorism. The sweet, kind, funny woman she had once been happy to call her friend had resorted to the lowest of the low. Killing and murdering innocents and sympathizing with terrorists.

Her chest heaved up and down as her mind tried to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. The room radiated with a range of swirling emotions. Defiance, anger, sorrow, and fear....

F E A R.

Misteria couldn't shake it. It covered the clansmoot in a shadow that could not be seen or shifted. The shi'ido shut her eyes to the room, to the fearful faces that started back at her and her father desperately.

There was no fear.

Not real fear, anyway. Miseria was well versed in real fear, and this was far from it. No. This wasn't scary. It hurt, and she was disappointed in the man she once called brother. Once upon a time, she and Kyrinov had been apprentices together in the Jen'ari Empire. Oh, it was ironic, there was no denying it. They had spent their youth taking down Empires by name and by action, and now he had turned tail. She wasn't sure if he had been convinced or tortured or manipulated into joining a terrorist group, but it didn't suit him. He was better off home, where he belonged. His betryal hurt more than Madalenas.

Just as she turned to her Father to discuss the familiar signature she knew he would feel too, something else caught her attention. A burning sensation that spread from her wrist all the way up to her arm, across her shoulder and down her back. A call she had recieved only sparingly in her life, but one that she would never ignore or forget to answer. She wouldn't be the only one that felt the searing pain spreading through their muscles, nor would she be the only one to hear the rumbling voice that vibrated her ribcage and drowned the world out. Her ruby eyes glanced from her father, to the concerned faces of the clansmoot. She wasn't needed here, they would be well protected, but she was needed elsewhere.

"Darth Malphas calls." She spoke casually to Darth Metus as she rose from her seat and pulled her gloves over her hands. He would know what it meant. He would know that she was required to answer. "He's probably got something interesting planned. You know how to find me if you need us." Her tone was taught and forced, as though she were doing her best to keep it at the volume it currently was. With a nodd of her head, and a respectful bow to all the other members of the clansmoot, Darth Miseria deserted her place in the hallowed halls of Ryloth's capital building, to join her master at his side.​

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

LOCATION: Aboard Nocte Aranea, landing on Ryloth
WEARING: Nightmother's Armour, Taak'tabi boots, Leather Coat
WIELDING: Chakram, Sword
ALLIES: Agents of Chaos, The Siskeen Coalition, Twi'lek Freedom Fighters
ENEMIES: The Confederacy of Independent Systems
TAGS: Anesia Jy'Vun , Open to AoC who need a lift to Ryloth

It was the strangest of things. Mother and Father spoke of their time on Ryloth to her when she'd been little and it had seemed magical of times when Ket and Ruu were Viceroy and Vicereine of the planet. They believed in the Confederacy they were part of, they believed in the organizations and friendships and had protected it for so long. Katrine had grown up in life different than what she was seeing unfold now before her very eyes. There was no Mandragora in the time she had grown, they had remained buried. A different world, a different time. Katrine had grown among a different kind of Witches, raised to use a different kind of magic, to pray to different deities whose voices were still with her now. They had latched on, they had grabbed hold. They were, for lack of a better word, become family.​

She had run once from this world because of what she had learned. Already, so much had gone wrong around her. She had lost someone dear, she had thought she had found her ever after. Then a realization had made her run, made her hide. Katrine hadn't expected herself to be a coward yet something in her discovery had drawn her far from the world she had lived in, she had helped rediscover. An order which had such history within her own blood, much of which still was unknown to the Hawks today. Knowing what she knew now, Katrine didn't think Satara had to trouble herself with the darkness of their bloodline before their time on Dathomir, they thrived for better now.​

Yet, in her absence, the Mandragora had faltered and changed. They had succumbed, they had changed.​

This was not her Mandragora, this was not the Spirits' Mandragora. It was not the world she had left behind.​

He would be cross with her for what she was doing, Katrine was sure. He was family still, he had helped her so much since she had joined his organization but he should have known by now, the Lupine had voices in her head and those voices would not be silenced.​

Destroy. Betrayed. Rebuilt. The spirits were in a union. Her spirits were in the union and their Nightmother would obey. He would be cross with her, without a doubt for what she was coming to Ryloth to do. Katrine had to obey, she served her spirits always. They wouldn't stop until the act was done until the message had been sent.​

"Your Highness, we'll be descending to the ground shortly," one of the crew approached her with an announcement. "Thank you," the Lupine had given only as she approached the viewing window to look upon the planet she had once considered home. It was never home, that was Dathomir. Now, it was Figaro Favoura VII. Katrine Van-Derveld had a future to serve, a future she had wholeheartedly accepted and prepared for. Even without the plans made before, she would stay the course for the daughter she had brought into this world two years ago. Her daughter was pure as she had been. All Lupines were genetically, yet hers was born of two Lupines just as she had been, a child of two wolves.​

It was the strangest of things, the blonde reminded herself as her sapphire gaze looked down upon the planet before she'd grabbed hold of the railing just before the ship started its descent through the atmosphere. This was where they began but just as Ceta had started her life on Dathomiri, so could the spirit lay foundations of their future. This; today, was meant to simply send a message to those who dared, to those that had forgotten them. They did not take kindly to that; and their Nightmother would ensure the message was heard today, now, on this planet... where they had begun.

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"Ready for this, Aunt Anesia?" Katrine wondered back to the much wiser Witch in her presence as the vessel broke through the atmosphere, decreasing its trembling. Curupira was left behind, looking after the most important person in Kat's life. This was no her fight, it was not her business. She had tried to discourage Katrine from doing this, Ryloth had such history for their family but soon enough, she'd seen she could not so instead, she'd dropped the subject and vowed to keep Larentia safe until she returned.​

It was through the intercom the announcement from the surface, the accent hard enough to remind her of the Twi'lek Katrine had met in her time there. He addressed the people of the planet speaking of times old before she heard a familiar voice, that of Darth Metus , speak up, addressing Madalena to her request. He didn't know his own niece was present here and now, though he would soon enough. The NK MK1 was a unique vessel, created for Katrine during her time with the Confederacy, with the Mandragora. A vessel that was worthy of a Nightmother. Today, it would be worthy of the spirits who possessed her, who lived with her.​

Today, the spirits would leave another mark on Ryloth, much different than they ever had.​

 

[Shamira Karuto]

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H O M E​

Location: Streets of Ryloth – Capital bio dome
Objective: Enjoy some time outside Caer Badru
Allies: Confederacy and especially the witches
Equipment: Purple robes and knapsack full of goodies
Tags: | Effie | Alluria Ivalice | Viana Morreth | Vytal Noctura |

Shamira barely remembered what a party looked like.

There was no time for parties or gatherings much once the witch culling on her planet started. Nobody got together, not even for birthday parties or traditional celebrations in fear of a sudden intrusion by the new government. They were stories of it happening, where they would break into a party and suddenly everyone there was caught as a witch, and sent to the stake to burn. Or the gallows to hand. To be drawn and quartered. Or..any number of heinous acts once they squeezed every single bit of pain and suffering they could out of you, knowing that your feelings would draw more witches out. It was a nightmare.

Here, today, on Ryloth, she was beginning to remember what it felt like to celebrate something. To enjoy the company of others in a safe environment. That was, at least, how her morning had started. Shamira, alongside both the nightmother and a small gathering of her sisters, had descended into the carnival to take in the celebrations and customs of the Twilek people. Shamira, for her part, was busy handing out small flowers to the children, hand grown from Caer Badru. Many of which had never been grown on Ryloth before, meaning they elicited ooos and ahhs from the little ones.

Shamira, for her part was more than happy to preform the little tricks for the children. Having been cooped up studying botany for the past few months, it was nice to have an excuse to be out and about. Having a certain white haired witch with her while doing so only served to make it all the more fun. After handing a particularly beautiful purple flower to a green skinned child, she stood from her knelt position, smiling over to where Vi lounged. “Aren’t you glad I’m not dragging you on some crazy..dangerous expedition today?” Her voice, flush with that flowery Spanish accent, only served to highlight the smirk that peeked at the edges of her lips. With all the times that the fiery redhead had dragged the Vi into deadly situations, passing out flowers was quite a nice change of pace. They would be back to hunting for poisonous flowers soon enough.

Passing out the las of her flowers, Shamira found herself making her way over to Vi, leaning against the taller woman. A happy, content sigh slipped past her lips when their bodies connected. Moments like these needed to last for much longer than they seemed to. Where there was nothing to pull her mind from the moment.

It seemed as though, unfortunately, even this moment wasn’t meant to last.

The perfect day seemingly fell apart so, so quickly. The comm from the mysterious woman, who seemingly claimed to be once part of the knights, shattered the illusion of Shamira being able to have just one relaxing day. As whoever this was made bold claim after bold claim, her eyes fell the children, the little ones, who looked just as confused and fearful as she felt on the inside. Whoever this was didn’t want peace. She didn’t want the twilek to be free…no, she just wanted the people who were here to leave.

There hadn’t been many places Shamira could call home after what had happened to her parents, watching both of them burned at the stake for being herbalists. Not witches, not warlocks, herbalists. People of science and healing. Yet they burned them all the same. And her home. From then on, she had no place to call her own, at least until the Mandragora finally came and took them from that horrendous place.

This place, these people were her home now. They were her sisters in magic. Her family, and she’d be damned if someone was going to try and tell them to leave.

It was in that moment she turned to look up at Vi, those light blue eyes filled with a hatred and fire. “We need to get back to the castle, there are things I need to get.” She took the woman’s hand in her own, starting to tug back to where she knew the nightmother would be. But she didn’t move. Shamira tugged again, and yet again, there was no movement from the older witch.

“Vi, we need..” But as she spoke, her head turned to see exactly what the witch was looking at, and everything in her stomach threatened to come up. Watching that..thing slice the innocent twilek’s head clean off only moments after they were supposedly given time to chose just..destroyed her on the inside. She could only watch, helpless, for a few moments before needing to tear her eyes away or be at risk of getting even sicker to her stomach. Shamira gripped Vi’s hand hard one last time, before sprinting toward the nightmother, desperate to find out what was needed now that it seemed like their home was being pulled from her grip once again.