TSE Dominion of Shri-Tal (Hex AL-25)

[Taeli Raaf]

[SIZE=11pt]The Asobi System. A series of planets surrounded by an obscuring nebula, a series of worlds that had been an important system for the Silver Jedi before they abandoned their Rim holdings. Now, the planets of the system had come directly into the crosshairs of the Sith Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Shri-Tal[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Sekirei[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Ura-Hata[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Dariya[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cazador[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Una-Hana[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cha-Lish[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Kal-Shi[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cryptium[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. All will feel the wrath of the Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A fleet of Sith-Imperial ships dropped out of hyperspace, all of them centered around the newest Super Star Destroyer the Sith had commissioned. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Elidibus, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]the personal flagship of Taeli Raaf, Darth Arcanix, the Lady of Secrets, had arrived for its first action.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While normally she was not one to want the wholesale destruction of a system, in this system’s case, she was prepared to make an exception. The orders to the forces present would be simple, burn and pillage to their hearts’ content. Take whatever was valuable that wasn’t nailed down, and if was, find someway to pry it loose. Anything left alive was free to be sent to Kol Huro or Zygerria for “processing.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]These planets would be an object lesson to the enemies of the Sith. Aligning with the Jedi would have consequences.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 1 - Pillage[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Shri-Tal and the planets in the system are thriving with Force Crystals, rare metals, and other exotic goods. Pillage the worlds to your black hearts’ content. Fill your own pockets or have the resources earmarked for the Sith Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 2 - Burn and Purge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Shri-Tal and the planets within the Asobi System were major contributors to certain segments of the Silver Jedi. The Emperor has decreed that their lives and their cities are forfeit. Destroy what you desire, whether it be the population, the cities, or the creatures of the worlds. Capture and send citizens to Kol Huro or Zygerria, depending on your proclivity for “indentured servitude.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 3 - Exterminate and Capture[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]On the special order of the Lady of Secrets, she has requested that certain creatures of these worlds be captured for study. Others have been placed on an extermination list as she sees no use for them for the Sith. Captured specimens and confirmed populations wiped out will result in financial compensation, perhaps even something more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 4 - BYOO[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"The Behemoth has achieved hyperspace terminus, sir, the fleet is assembled. We are ready to annihilate the planet on your command!"

Cazador hung serenely against the blackness of space, over a dozen moonlets of various size swirling around its celestial form like a swarm of blood flies. The dark arrows of the Imperial Armada loomed ever closer to the cluster of spheres, weapon systems primed and trained on the spacial horizon as several light fighters were launched from hidden depots on the moons of Cazador. Preliminary scans identified them as old Silver Jedi vessels, most likely remnants of the larger defense force that had been stationed in the system before the Silver's flight to Kashyyyk. They were outdated and outclassed by the multitude of Imperial fighters launched in retaliation, and distant pinpricks of pressurized detonations were the only sign that a battle was ever fought between them.

Surrounding the gargantuan dreadnought were several smaller vessels of a distinct older Imperial design, their hulls stripped of weapons and their holds gutted of all interior decorum and floors. In their place existed a patchwork of gangplanks, animal pens, and vast flat expanses filled to standing capacity with a tidal swarm of Graug. Not just any Graug, these were the infamous butchers of the Jen' Lazea, the Dark Legion, a mighty war band of Graug who had pledged their service to the Sith Empire in eradicating the enemies of the Dark Side of the Force.

It had been many rotations since they had been allowed to run amok, and on this day the Emperor of the Sith had promised them land and plunder on a world unfettered by war and filled to the brim with food and slaves. Their brood-world of Belkaden had grown mighty overpopulated in the past few years, and they needed a new world to roost and call home. Cazador provided the ideal opportunity to expand their reach, and they were more than eager to take up the Emperor's gracious offer.

The vessels darkened the skies of Cazador, sinking deep into the atmosphere as acres of teeming jungle were crushed and atomized to make way for their landing. Disembarkation ramps were lowered as a dark tide surged forth from the rank interior, surging forth into the wilderness with the same ferocious voracity as the dreaded locust. Above the barbaric hordes stood their leader, Malgrog the God-Splitter, with one hand firmly grasping the pole of a large war-banner displaying both the crest of the Sith Empire and the Dark Legion. His body had been imbued with crude Graug technologies after the injuries he sustained on Thyferra, but they only added to his grotesque fierceness.

At his side stood the Emperor of the Sith, his body laden with dark war armor and his arms crossed over his chest as his dark eyes surveyed the radiating carnage. "This world will be a bountiful boon for your people, High Warlord. Transform it to your liking and swell your ranks, war remains ever on the horizon." Malgrog smiled, thick pudgy lips pulling back over yellowed tooth and fang as large globlets of spittle dripped down his chin.

He raised the banner high, waved it, and bellowed a cry of war in the brutish tongue of the Graug.

And the entire horde answered in unison, a sound that would reverberate across the globe.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Orsonian: A quarantined moon after an outbreak, technology, especially starship technology is restricted with only drop pods being used to send droids down to the planet. There is a large valley covered in a field of black orchids that an ancient cult used for ritual and experiments. The orchids were transplanted to the moon from Marfa after an incident.

Basically perfect for a test run as far as Cerbera was concerned.

While the large Imperial-Sith fleet descended down on the main worlds of the Asobi system the Sith Lord had focused her eyes on one of its moons. From what Cerbera understood it had gone through some calamity in the ancient past, bad enough that it had been put through a quarantine for years now. Some managed to slip past it (mostly for the orchids) and pull back interesting data. [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] had performed well in her role in this project.

Her insights had been valuable.

But it was the endless amusement derived from her to Cerbera that made it completely worth it.

:: We arrive in five minutes..... ::

The voice, disembodied and distinctly female in sensation, came from all around them. The very walls humming in response to it. They were standing in the main observatory of the... ship? It was more than that, a bio-engineered creature that thrived in space and possessed endless hunger. "Thank you, darling, five minutes away from a feast." Cerbera purred back, before glancing to the side and then down. Part of her was always amused at how smol Vain was.

Compared to her... large... spirit.

"I truly cannot wait to see my child in action. How about you?"

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Shri-Tal​

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Objective: Burn and Purge​

Sith Imperial War Fleet​

Aboard the Elidibus​

[member="Taeli Raaf"]​

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Exterminatus Extremis.

What had once held importance with the Silver Jedi, the planet of Shri-Tal and their neighbors were now subject to extreme prejudice. Extermination for their sins of having aligned themselves with the Jedi. This was to be the Elidibus's debut her first mission, and one that Rear Admiral Yvarro would see to personally. She stood aboard the ship's bridge as the vessel emerged from hyperspace. The Elidibus would not be alone, no, she had arrived with her fleet and while it thus far went unnamed officially, unofficially it was seen as the might of Darth Arcanix. Sith-Imperial officers and crewers worked hand in hand as the vessel slowly took her position, within the center of the fleet.

The fleet itself was comprised of vessels fielded from the Sith Empire's own Armada and that of Primo Victoria and Aurora Industries. Fiolette's hands were behind her back, feet set in an at-ease position. Black uniform crisp with rank and cylinders affixed appropriately, the sound of boots behind her told her that her personnel were carrying out their orders. The sleek black design of the Elidibus seemed to glisten in the starlight as all around her familiar wedge shaped vessels formed into lines. While normally this would have been a typical assault fleet, the mission of the day required a little more.

A bombardment fleet spread across the system.

One by one commanders would report ready.

One by one they would be given the orders.

While Fiolette saw to Shri-Tal's extermination personally, those in her command would see to the rest of the system's demise. Let Shri-Tal be a lesson to those who once held any sympathies or allegiance to the Silver Jedi, or any Jedi Order. The Sith Empire would come for them, it would see to their inevitable end. "All commanders report ready." Her jaw tightened she waited for one other to arrive. Heavy boots across the decking gave the man away, "Captain Tarkin."

"The 52nd is at your disposal, admiral."

She turned to face him with tablet in hand. Tarkin moved to take the tablet and began to study it as she gave them the orders. "Excellent, take your men and head down to these coordinates. Your task is to tag the following specimen and leave them at these extraction points where by a transport will gather them. When you are done, you and your men will head here and await your own extraction."

"Yes Ma'am," he acknowledged and was then dismissed to carry out his orders.

Fiolette turned back to the viewport. She stood on a small platform with several consoles at her disposal, an open floor of the bridge allowed her the ease of seeing her crewers and officers work. "Have our forces hold, allow friendlies down to the surface first. Inform our commanders of our cascade, we'll not burn in one go. We will however burn piece by piece allowing the Sith to work without fear of being blasted by their own vessels."

"Of course." An officer acknowledged and turn to carry out the communique to the other ships.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

HMS DRAGON'S FANG​

Entering orbit of Shri-Tal​

[ BYOO: Relocation of Atrisian Ex-Patriots ] [ Entering with Faction Admin permission ]​

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"We are now entering the Asobi System."

The announcement from the com-scan officer could be clearly heard across the bridge of the star destroyer. Finishing up the notations that she was making on the datapad that had been handed to her, the Atrisian woman signed off on the report and hastily returned it to the yeoman.

Beyond the viewports, the mottled sea of hyperspace became the familiar white flash that accompanied reversion to normal space-time. As the backdrop of normal space re-appeared, the stately Atrisian matriarch found herself looking out upon a solar system with a variety of unique planetary features.

All of which were currently being bombarded, burned, or raided by the Sith Empire.

Even as a scientist, in that moment, Lien would have liked to have done nothing else but raise the shields and show the Sith what a good fight looked like. Except, they probably would have wanted that.

And these Sith were their friends, after all. Just like the First Order were their friends now. And so it was necessary to maintain appearances. No matter how distasteful they may be.

Besides, when the First Order Security Bureau had learned of the impending attack on Shri-Tal by the Sith Empire, their mission and priority had been made clear. That being, the safeguarding of Atrisian lives.

The precious minerals and scientific curiosities were of no consequence next to the descendants of Atrisia.

Those were her orders. And she would follow them to the letter. "Inform the Sith Emperor of our arrival," the woman ordered firmly, taking her usual place at the forefront of the bridge catwalk. "Then move us into a high polar orbit of the planet that is clear of the Sith planetary bombardment."

They could not prevent the destruction of all the Atrisian labors at the building of Shri-Tal, but they could pull the Atrisian asses out of the fire. Proverbial and literal.

With that idea in mind, the woman turned toward the Atrisian ground self-defense colonel that was standing off to one side. "Colonel, you may start your landing," the woman remakred simply, before turning her attention back to the situation that was unfolding beyond the viewports.

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

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"Our benevolent Overlords have declared that the purging of the Asobi system be perfectly executed and to unwavering completion. All Troopers participating are to take any resources salvageable before Hellfire is brought down. Glory to him on the throne and glory to the Empire!"

aaaAAAAAGH!

The orders coming over his communications and screams of the victim in Ithnans hold was eclipsed by the booming of anarchy and calamity taking place outside the transparisteel windows. It was a repeat order that he had been informed of prior to his deployment. It boiled down to three simple orders kill, pillage, cripple. The people of the Asobi system were to be examples for all those who worked with the Jedi and their cohorts. It was a telling message that when push came to shove the Order could not stop the dark eclipse snuffing out the light. His mission, to be the edge of that eclipse and make sure it was delivered clearly. It had taken little time for his detachment and him to clear out a guard station. They were part of the forward force tasked with clearing out whatever paltry defense the inhabitants of Shri-Tal could muster. However with that task complete Ithnan wanted to focus on a more personal matter, his credit account.

"Where do you keep your supplies?" He asked once more in a calm stern voice. He had spared the commanding officer of this post so he could inquire where any and all items of worth would be stored by the ruling party. His form of encouragement was only followed by words, Ithnans real form of getting what he wanted was more physical.

The once prim and proper commander was now tied to a chair with his shirt removed and a grim red and orange glow rubifying his body. Small burn marks were already adorning the man's flesh as Ithnan had mindlessly traced a Tic-Tac-Toe field onto the man. Each line was followed with the previous question. Thankfully he received an answer or else he was going to have to find a partner to play. Leaning in the whimpered response of the officer took some time to process before Ithnan was sure of what he had heard. With the deed done he waved for the Troopers guarding the room to paint the man in death, blaster fire bouncing his body in varying directions before the honeycombed corpse fell to the floor and the room filled with the aroma of cooked flesh.

"Where are you going, sir." A trooper asked.

" I have work to do, follow me." his lightsaber deactivated and he walked past the sliding doors and into the corpse-filled hallway. Streaks of blaster fire had redesigned the walls and floor but he was sure it wouldn't be here much longer so it was of little concern to the Empire. With newfound priority, Ithnan wade through the sea of lost souls in the station into the unmuffled symphony of chaos outside.

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

A post lived here, a double post

 

[Mythos]

The Magnus was always in need of indentured servants, as it pulled out of Hyperspace it did so with a legion at it's back and now the soldiers he had collected for the Sith Empire. The behemoth cut through the starred sky above Sekirei, it's massive capital ship forward arsenal aiming directly at the space station orbiting Denshi, the moon designed as it's defensive grid.

"Power the HECTOR." Mythos commanded, as flanking the ship the screams of The Empire's fighters and interceptors raced past his flank. The Adjunta class heavy bombers were right in toe, carrying with them enough payload to overload the shields of their feeble armada and leave them open for the overwhelming firepower of the sith empire. Protecting his capital ship were the Athena Class sheild frigates, and as soon as the enemy turbolasers began ripping into the Magnus the Athenas came in to take some of the beating too. "Prepare the Anti-Warhead counter measures Captain Vito, they cannot pierce my hull either way but i do not want to give them the chance." Mythos declared confidently from the bridge of the Magnus.

Truly this behemoth was a work of cruelty, powered by entechment and it's easy to fit power, it gave him all the space he needed in this three mile monstrosity to fit as much firepower as he could.

"HECTOR at thirty percent Lord Mythos." Anoh-ek said, his powerful frame blocking the sight of the Athena class frigates from the transparisteel bridge. "Shall we engage the turbolasers on the enemy corvettes?" He said, not moving a muscle in his armored suit, fitted and designed for Anubian physicality.​

"Negative Commander. The Magnus will fire when the HECTOR is ready, keep us steady and on course"

And so it did, the rumble of turbolasers and proton torpedoes shaking the ship itself, Mythos on the other hand with eyes as cold as steel and locked onto the defense grid of the moon. Behind their fleet was the support wing, the carriers bringing the fighters and bombers, the Magnus stood in front of them, showing the entire fire arc of it's power before the enemy facing the path of his support element.

He ignited the red lightsaber he claimed from battle in the One Sith, long ago, it's red glow shining the inside of his one of a kind battlecruiser.

"For the Emperor..."​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

HMS DRAGON'S FANG​

Orbit of Shri-Tal​

[ BYOO - Relocation of Atrisian ex-patriots ]​

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Did the Sith even appreciate the stars around them?

Through the viewport, the Atrisian woman marveled in wide-eye wonder at the Uzeme Nebula. Another time. Another place. Another ship and she would have happily committed months to the study of the stellar formation surrounding the debris disk at the heliopause of the Asobi System.

Except this wasn't a scientific survey vessel, it was a star destroyer.

And Lien wasn't here to gather data.

Forcing herself to turn away from the viewport, the brooding matriarch marched back along the bridge catwalk. "Report," she called, her voice cutting over the din of conversation among her crew in the two pits that divided the bridge.

Below, the communications officer peered up at the woman. "Colonel Xu informs that the landing force has disembarked outside Miazaki Village," the officer supplied succinctly.

That was good. So far, the plan was proceeding as anticipated...

"However, we are receiving reports of resistance."

"Of course," the woman murmured softly, with a heavy sigh. She should have known better. No plan survived contact with the enemy.

Except, of course, in this instance the enemy was their own people. "He has his orders," the captain remarked, raising her voice as she addressed the communications officer. Then, pivoting around toward where the security officer was positioned, added, "We have ours."

Taking note of the captain attention directed toward him, the security officer started to snap to attention even as the woman continued, "Prepare to start receiving transients."

Transients. What a wonderful word to describe refuges.

Refuges of their own making.

Was this politics? Or madness? And, given how galactic affairs had gone of late, how was anyone to even know the difference anymore. "I want Sickbay standing by in the hangar in case there are injured or elderly," Lien commented, dismissing the Herglic security officer before she turned back toward the viewport.

The Uzeme Nebula was quite beautiful.

It almost distracted from the planet that was burning below.

Almost.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Emperor remained planet-side, watching with impassiveness as the Dark Legion continued to spread out from the landing zone like a foul contagion, their stench clogging the air with putridity. Already they had come across several small villages of natives, their homes were torn down to the ground or burnt with the occupants still huddling inside. Those who were foolish or brave enough to mount a defense lay strewn across the ground, their innards spilling out as ferocious warghests feasted upon the mutilated corpses of the slain. None were spared the butcher's rage, death and carnage raged throughout the village as the Graug continued to tear down the structures of the weak and erect vile totems and edifices to the Dark Side of the Force which began to expel a foul pestilence into the air.

However, during this conflagration, the Emperor received a message on his personal communicator, relayed directly from the Behemoth down to him. He activated the device and an image of Captain [member="Lien Beifong"] appeared in his hand as a similar hologram of himself appeared before them. "Ah, Lady Beifong. It is a pleasure is to speak with you, let me first extend my congratulations on reclaiming your homeworld from the despoilers of the Alliance."

Of course, the Sith Empire was the despoiler of Shri-Tal and the other planets in the Asobi System, but the Emperor didn't care enough to make that connection. To him, this was merely a necessary act of brutality and destruction to ensure the security of the Empire he ruled.

"I have received notice that you would be joining us for our assault, to save your distant kin from an unkind fate being meted out on the enemies of Order. All commands have been alerted to not interfere or hinder your efforts, my Lady."

 

[Irajah Ven]

Genetics was the life breath of Doctor Vain Jar'he. If she could sink into her work and lab and never once have to speak to anyone in any capacity outside of professional equals, there would be nothing that would make the clone happier.

Okay, perhaps she also derived some small pleasure from making other people's lives miserable, but it wasn't a STRONG driving force.

This was the largest undertaking Vain had been directly involved in, and in truth, the Doctor was disappointed that it was coming to a close. The combined efforts of Cerbera, GenPals and herself had created a genome that was sheer poetry. She could read it the way someone else might listen to a symphony, and she sunk into it with the same ease and enjoyment.

Once the creature itself existed? Her interest shifted. It was.... everything they had drawn, every line they had sketched. Created in an image of Cerbera's design, but beautiful nonetheless. Her attention had moved then to the continued needs- how the controls would interact, the way the proteins released by the various commands caused the desired effects. Like the work she had done with the Progenitors, but on a grander scale.

The masked face looked up at Cerbera, beak tilting slightly. It was only fair that Cerbera referred to this as her child. What did that make Vain? A doting aunt? Acceptable.

"It's hungry," came the buzzing response. A gloved hand casually stroked the wall beside her. "I hated making it wait. But it was necessary. All of the readouts, other than the distress from that, are optimal and even that is minor enough. Though I do not recommend waiting too long," she cautioned.

[member="Cerbera"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

In truth it had somewhat surprised Cerbera how inclined Vain had been when it came to their creation.

To their... baby.

If anything the Sith Lord had assumed that it might have become an exercise of teeth pulling and then some. Instead she had found the Bad Doctor to be a worthy companion to work alongside with. Oh, she wasn't a prodigy in the Force or anything, but that could be forgiven when the mind was as refined and sharp as hers was. It had just meant that the alchemy portion of this creation had been mostly her own work. Which suited her just fine, because it allowed a personal touch.

"Mmm, I understand, I wasn't happy with it either." She cooed softly and petted one of the 'consoles'. Flesh and bone, but the signals being send through it were as much biochemical as well as electronic in nature. Truly this was a beautiful thing they had made.

Alchemy, biochemistry, cybernetics...

They had all joined into something absolutely wonderful.

"But it was a lesson in discipline and patience, so in some way it was useful in its own right." Cerbera nodded towards Vain. "You were delightful to work with, darling, I will keep you in mind for any future delights." The Sith scritched the side of the panel and the ship reacted with a thrilling spinning noise. Like a feline ramping itself up to something. Truly astounding. Cerbera could feel its life humming all around them. It was a feat of astronomical scale.

Minutes passed and then-

A heavy thump sounded through the corridors, vibrating through their very core. The screens showed they had exited hyperspace.

Some signals showed the Sith fleet in the distance and heading towards the various planets. But Orsonian was theirs, that much they had made clear. Slowly the ship swam through space. (Beauty and grace... surely she will eat your face).

 

[Irajah Ven]

Vain simply wasn't that interested in the vagaries of the Force. She was focused (much like the original was, before her death) on the science. She did what [member="Darth Carnifex"] had required of her, training wise, and used those skills as casually as someone else might jot down a note to a friend or open a drawer. It was a tool, rather than a source of interest itself. Oh there was much she could learn, but her interest was focused in a different direction. And there was still so much work to do, things to learn... perhaps someday she would consider her work and studies complete enough to look at other paths, but now was not that time.

She had focused on the biochemistry, the cybernetics. The GenPals scientists had been.... surprisingly helpful. And functioned surprisingly to help bridge this aspect and the alchemy that Cerbera so lovingly crafted.

The entire project had been surprisingly pleasant. Vain appreciated the level of competence, and had barely harangued anyone at all.

It was perhaps the first time a project hadn't seen an assistant flee the lab in tears at least once.

So odd. But appreciated. It was refreshing to find options for partnership in the lab outside of Jain.

"The project and the work were both indeed pleasant," Vain answered, vocoder buzzing her voice oddly as it always did. "Ah, yes...."

She felt the shift, masked face casting to the read outs. Different from a purely technological ship, so much more to keep in mind. But the chemistry of it allowed for so much more than simply a monster made of metal and plastics.

"We should adjust the hormone wash for post jump," she murmured absently. She didn't like the spike in stress response to the reversion to real space. "The Norepinephrine and Adrenaline spike is within acceptable parameters, but the cortisol precursors are higher than optimal."

Some stress was not only acceptable, but desirable, after all. The heightened senses that came from the first two in moderation would make the ship far more capable of dealing with potential surprises after a jump.

[member="Cerbera"]

 

[Mythos]

Location: Sekirei
Objective: Breach the Grid

The Magnus lead the Strike Force out of hyperspace and now directed the attack into the defensive grid of the Asobi system. Behind the battlecruiser two Harbingers tailed him and with them their hive of bombers and fighters. At the head the Magnus charged the HECTOR particle weapon system, on both sides of it's slow yet unstoppable march were the Athena class shield frigates. Mythos knew that was all he would need to crush their feeble defense systems and seize this place as The Empires. The closer the behemoth ship got to the enemy line the more it shook from the thundering of their long ranged weapons, yet Mythos refused to give the order to fire, instead redirecting all power to the shield and thrusters. They lost one frigate already in the charge but it was of no consequence to him.

"My Lord" Anok-eh said, his voice more firm than when he spoke last time yet through his armor one could hardly tell. "HECTOR at eighty percent, shields are sustaining" The rumble of the ship intensified even more as a proton torpedo collided with the shield, the enemy still too far away for it's retribution shield to deal back any damage. Mythos looked unperturbed at the proceedings, his golden armor shining and his helmet under his arm, the Axe of Adas in his other hand with it's blade on the floor. His mouth was contorted into a half grin as the mammoth ship closed in more and more and thus came under more fire. The Nubian Strike Force was still in Hyperspace and Mythos knew even if they were here, they were useless in space warfare, that was not part of their training, so he brought in his Commenori Marinos. Mythos had trained them in Commenor during his times in the CSA and had trained them specifically for ship to ship boarding assaults. Behind the mass of fighters and bombers weakening the enemy defenses the Marinos came in loaded inside the Imperial Gunships.

The bridge slowly began to turn a bright reddish glow that filled the entire bridge, Dark Flame Lord Koshu gave the nod and Anok-eh in turn gave the command to the weapon officers of the bridge. "HECTOR at full power Lord Mythos. Ready to fire at your command"

There was a rumbling silence as Mythos took his hand off the Axe and it remained perfectly still, defying gravity. He took a cigar from the throne like command chair directly beside him and brought it to his lips, quickly placing his hand back on the hilt of the legendary axe. The Cigar was an old make, one of the oldest Magnus Cigars of the ancient Atrisian days, it was the first batch commissioned and he had two more, one for the each of the Panathan Nobles. He knew that after this his fleet would cut through their lines like a sword through butter. The Magnus targeted the space station at the center of the defensive grid, with it's fall the world would assuredly follow.

"Fire"



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[4ND-R0]

Location: Cazador, planetside
Objective: Enslave native FU's, pillage Force artifacts
Post: #1

The Terentatek descended onto the surface of Cazador. The extermination ship was not one made for naval combat, but the capture and holding of prisoners. Or in this case, the holding of test subjects for the ship's master. The doors opened with a hydralic hiss as a robed figure descended onto the soil, accompanied by an entourage of Sith Legionnaires. The insidious being felt the Force around him. How delicous the chaos around him. He smiled a grim smile before addressing his Legionnaires.

"Go forth. Ravage the land as our Emperor declares." He commanded them, "But subdue any children of Force, or artifacts. And stay out of the way the Graug if you value your lives."

Lord Sacerdos directed his troops to the villages before pulling out his communicator. He pressed th activation button, signalling across to the Emperor's channel.

"Greetings, my Emperor. My forces have landed a few clicks west of your position." He noted, "We shall stay out of the destructive path of your Legion. I have...other tasks in need of my attention. Glory to the Empire."

With that, he ended the communication and proceeded to join his Legionnaires. He could already hear the sounds of their engagement, a symphony of blasterfire and screams. The Sith drew his sword, an alchemical blade he had christened Deathbringer. Its dark metal called for blood. It was not long before its request was met. A meager resister, coming at him with a blade of his own, only for it be broken by the superior keeness of Deathbringer's edge.

"Come forth and rejoice, child." The Miraluka sneered, "I am not your enemy, but your salvation! Those who submit shall be rewarded."

The warrior that faced Sacerdos merely spat him, with the alchemist's grin turning into a frown. With a swift move, Deathbringer pierced the unrepentant's heart, his corpse sliding to the dirt. The priest-like Sith made a scoffing sound before moving onward. The insolent fool was but one, but it was without doubt some would be moved by his sermon. The Bogan was gateway for all, should they be open.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

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Allies On Board: [member="Darth Scuros"] | [member="Dethroned King"]​

Cargo Hold: Unknown​

System Diagnostic: Functional.​

Fuel: Moderate​

Current Mode: Stealth Mode​

Repair Manifest: Restricted Access​

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All systems go....​

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Foolishness...​

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It remained like a plague. Those that had become contempt in their unruly ways should have known. Yet, still they nestle safely in the arms of false promises. Promises by the false protection of the Silver Jedi. The words that spilled from the Jedi's lips couldn't prevent the inevitable. The sith were already lingering above them all, every single planet in the Asobi system, by order, soon to be ravaged by the unstoppable force of the dark side. If only they backed the right horse, but this was about far more than right and wrong. This was a necessary action to keep the empire strong, unflinching by the faulty attempts of the crumbling Silver Jedi Order. Hope did not exist for any of them, even now, as they clutched so naively to the comfort of their homes. They were a disease, spreading an infectious toxin in air, a toxin known as faith. ​

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Even faith couldn't prevent the acts soon to dismantle each and everyone of their worlds. They would be ripped from an imaginary world into reality where only the dark side existed. It was ironic, at least to Orion. They all thought their old gods would guide them. The only gods they had to fear were on their way, filled with vengeance for their foolish alliance with the Jedi. No matter what they looked up to the sky and prayed to...​

They were wrong. ​

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Orion grinned, the tender leaves that sprung to life meant the conditions were still showing results. He had turned the personal ship into a mini lab. Species of several plants from all over the galaxy were hidden neatly beneath the back end of the cargo space. Of course, the cargo space was empty, specifically meant for meditation practices. Diving deeper into the stream of the darkside wasn't an easy feat. Still, he liked his silence. Placing the grate back over the tiny purple plants, he turned to the exit of the cargo hold. It turned out, before he had left Bastion, two others boarded his ship with him. By direct orders of his next venture for The Sith Empire. Judging from the time he had spent in the back end of the ship, they had to be close. ​

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Before exiting the cargo hold, he placed a lengthy and bony finger on a intercom. His calm and clear voice paged over to his pilot, Striker. ​

"Striker..."​

"Lord Orion, perfect timing. We're in orbit..." The crackling voice sounded deep and scratchy. "Gather the troops."​

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Taking his finger off the comm, he spoke to himself before stepping out into the curvy corridor to the center of the ship. The clanking of his boots against the metal grates rattled as he did. Just as he entered the wide archway of the hull he snatched a gleaming piece of his gear. A mask. He waved it through the air before placing is neatly onto his face. The fierce image streaking between the two C' shaped computers to reach the panel. He pressed two buttons before a third made him smile. Paging the other two was easy, but the best part was soon to come. ​

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"We've arrived, please meet me in the war room. Central Hull." Orion said, being specific with everyone was necessary when you couldn't remember the amount of people you lugged to and from one point to another. It was funny, most of the acolytes he had met were either dead or drowning in lessons. Lessons that no doubt were needed to survive. It was a constant cycle, one that he didn't quite agree with. The best lessons were learned in the heart of battle, but then again, not everyone could make pacts with paranormal and demonic beings like him. It was simple a testament to his consistent achievements while in service to the Empire. It all started with Lujo, if not for his experience with such drastic outcomes... he would have died long ago. Regardless of his achievements and thoughts on the process of acolyte training, he had better things to worry about. ​

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Orion clicked upwards on a small metal handle, a surge of hazing holograms fazed in and out. Suddenly, a tiny high pitch struck his ears and a deep blue formed in front of him. It was a map, planetary and surface information listed on the sides of the floating testament. Orion's viridescent eyes followed the tiny yellow dot that swung around in an elegant manner. It was them, weaving through the gravitational pull from nineteen different moons. Striker was quite the pilot to keep them on track with such massive moons to obscure what they were really here for. Orion sucked through his teeth, his chrome mask hiding the movement of his lips. His arm extended briefly, a black cloth wrapped around his forearm as it escaped his robes to touch the only planet that mattered to them all, Cazador. ​

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Orion's eyes widened as the map expanded. The only thought lingering inside him forced a smile. ​

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Fools...​

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[Thyne]

Leaning against a wall, leaving Ithnan to the matters of gathering information, Thyne stood outside among the corpses that lined the hallway. He was panting, once wild curls now matted to his face by a sheen of sweat. The battle itself wasn't cause for fatigue. No, the Shri-Tal that now laid at his feet weren't exactly warriors of the highest caliber. Between he and Ithnan, there wasn't much room for retaliation.

No, it wasn't the battle that had the boy winded. If anything, the thrill of it all had him energized, eager for more. This wasn't a common happenstance - usually, Thyne's small stature and lack of enthusiasm for conflict had the boy easily fatigued. At his side, a massive sword, almost pulsating with dark energy, still buried in the hand of a felled foe.

You fed me well, boy, yet my hunger only grows.

And as Thyne fed this sword, it fed him, giving him energy when in any other circumstances, just wielding such a blade would be a near impossibility. The power was exhilarating, addicting, and at the same time, terrifying. "What are you?" He murmured under his breath, the screams of Ithnan's victim falling on deaf ears.

Perhaps one day, you will know. But I need more. So much more.

"But do you ever get full?"

There's but one way to find out.

It was unsettling as it was awe-inspiring, the blade that gave him such unnatural abilities. Thyne couldn't help but wonder if he had made a bad decision holding on to the blade, yet the very idea of showing it and its true form to anyone held absolutely no appeal. It was his secret weapon, one might say the closest thing he had to a friend.

As the doors slid open, Thyne pushed off from the wall, pulling the blade from it's fallen resting place. "What's the plan now?" He inquired, large eyes staring up at Ithnan.

[member="Ithnan Cryo"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

In orbit over Shri-Tal
Aboard the Elidibus
Objective: Burn and Purge

Generally, she was not one to take pleasure in the destruction of a world. Ession had been a long time coming, the planet had been a bastion of rebel and Jedi sentiment for years. Now, it was only industry, pure and uncomplicated. The population slaughtered or captives of the Sith, those that had been taken by the Lady of Secrets... becoming more. Asation had been more of curiosity, a chance to recreate the ritual of long dead and legendary Sith Lords. They had been successful, tearing open the very fabric of space and bringing forth the Terror From Beyond and his brood. They were being held by the Shadow Hand [member="Darth Prazutis"] experimented on and studied, but the planet was forever corrupted and twisted, half of the population slain before they could get the monsters under their control. Shri-Tal...

She would enjoy this one.

The entire Asobi system had aligned heavily with the Silver Jedi in the past, an Order she had viewed as weak at best. Now, that protection was gone and the Sith had come to show them what exactly the price for their decision was going to be.

The turbolift came to a stop, the doors hissing open as the Lady of Secrets stepped onto the bridge of her flagship, flanked by a Miraluka and a Nikto. Both aliens were Masters in her Order of Shadows, and they had tasks to be seeing to for this campaign. Walking briskly along the bridge, hooded and robed, she came up to her lover was issuing orders. [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] was in her element here, and for Taeli, she had never looked more beautiful. But appearances had to be maintained for now.

"Report Rear Admiral," she said, stopping a few paces away. She had to stop the smile that threatened to form on her face at the moment. Keep it professional. "Are our forces in position?"

 

[Darth Interitus]

Objective: Gather artifacts
Location: Cazador, Planetside
With: [member="Darth Sacerdos"]

Aboard the craft known as the Terentatak. Kell Jerrex was now known as Darth Interitus, but for the newly turned Sith that rose from the ashes of what was the Brotherhood of the Sith, and then tried to find his own path amongst infiltrating the Commenor Senate. Gaining influence and even governing a planet. A planet that he still had influence over for a time. But since his return, many things had changed. Darth Carnifex was now Dark Lord of the Sith, and the Sith now a reunified empire. An Empire that had improved upon the imperfections of the previous empires of old. With his return, Interitus although unsure if he had even earned the title of Darth yet was unsure of the path he walked. What would lie before him, he wondered sitting within the depths of the craft, accompanying Darth Sacerdos on a mission. A mission to deal with the natives of the planet, and to make sure the artifacts were extracted.

The young Sith Acolyte was somewhat disturbed by the man. As his flesh had the look of a corpse, half of his face hidden behind a veil. The stench of death was all around him, and even feeling the being in the Force was slightly unsettling as it was. Landing the Acolye clad in his robes, as if a nobleman would wear. Once Jedi trappings now turned to serve the true nature of the Force. The only power in the universe. That being the dark side. Legionares dispatched from the craft, while Interitus suck closely to the Sith Alchemist. Unsettling as it was, he was here for the artifacts. To bring them as a prize before the Dark Lord, and to study its immense power in the dark side.

Hearing the man speak into a comlink, that had a direct link to himself, Interitus kept silent. His lightsaber hung closely to his belt as his forces spread out amongst the villages. Following him, he all but watched as the man pulled his blade. Facing a villager and giving him a chance to surrender. Predictable as it was, the man did not relent only did he made the foolish move to attack, but as quickly as it began it ended with a single strike. The Alchemist, whose blade ended the man in an instant, created a dark aura in the Force to which the former Jedi Knight felt. It had a seductive call that had both terrified him and yet lured him. But he resisted. Looking at the man saying somewhat Impatiently. "My lord as much fun as it is to subjugate the local population. I believe the Dark Lord will reward us greatly if we find those artifacts. Do you think the locals will know of them?" He asked carefully, and patiently not wishing to upset him.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

HMS DRAGON'S FANG​

Orbit of Shri-Tal​

[ BYOO - Relocation of Atrisian ex-patriots ]​

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Twenty-seven particles of space dust per cubic meter.

The Uzeme Nebula was a collection of ionized gases, the most notable of which was an isotope of clouzon that gave the astral phenomenon along the edge of the Asobi System a distinctive electric blue-green color.

If Lien had to guess, the Uzeme Nebula was a stellar nursery in its death throes. Fading through the passage of millions of years, yielding conditions that had led to the formation of a terrestrial solar system ripe for the development of multiple life-sustainable worlds in a broadly defined habitation zone.

Some habits died hard. In relatively short order, the Atrisian officer had abandoned the aloof isolationism of the so-called command catwalk and now worked alongside the com-scan officer in the crew pit. The Dragon's Fang might not have been a scientific survey vessel, but its sensor telemetry was adequate for the task of analyzing the particulates at the heliopause of the Asobi System.

...and it was damned distracting from the fresh hell she found herself a willing participant to.

"Captain."

The Atrisian woman glanced up from her work, summoned away from the lure of data to find one of her security officers awaiting her attention. Once he had it, the soldier reported, "Colonel Xu reports the first transport has departed the surface of Shri-Tal."

The first transport.

Of their kin, forcibly removed from their homes.

"Very well," the woman uttered finally. A rote reply. Nothing more than what duty required.

Nothing more than what honor demanded when faced with a devil's bargain. The lesser of two evils.