[TSE vs The Dominion] Operation Dominion's Fall: TSE Invasion of Krayiss II Hex

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Aboard the DLS Retribution, one hyperspace jump away from Krayiss II

The Sith fleet stood dormant in open space, restlessly awaiting the orders that would send their vessels hurtling forth towards the planetary destinations keyed into their navicomputers. The Dark Lord had decreed that it was time to move beyond simplistic takeovers, where the mere threat of force or the application of diplomacy might win the day. A moment long-awaited had finally arrived: it was time for the Sith to ride forth to war. But a few heartbeats stand between us and the inferno that follows in our wake.

The Lords of the Sith had gathered, each aboard their respective command ships, conferencing via holoprojector. All had chosen their assignments, each ready to unleash the full force of their wrath upon an unsuspecting foe. Several, indeed, had already gone ahead, down to the planets that would soon meet the durasteel fist within the velvet glove, there to prepare the way for the Sith. Soon to be joined by thousands of reinforcements.

"Though Krayiss II stands as our primary target, it is vitally important that we also seize control of Eol Sha and Mirial in order to establish our foothold within Dominion territory," Tirdarius observed, standing in the holoprojector suite of his own vessel. The scene that was being projected to the other ships in the fleet - to Sith Lords and Imperial Officers alike, for all to view - transitioned from the seated Sith Lords to a view of four planets: the dark orb of Krayiss II, the brighter but colder world of Mirial, and finally, the fiery volcanic world of Eol Sha. "With the capture of Krayiss II, we open the door to the Stygian Caldera once more, but first, we must rid the galaxy of the Dominion."

The ability to retake the ancient homeworlds of Ziost, Dromund Kaas and Korriban would be in reach with the success of their invasion, but the priority was to clear out those that stood between the Sith and regaining much of the borders of the old Empire. The Dominion had stood as a thorn in the side of the Sith for quite some time, and now they were going to be taught the error of their ways.

"Our assault on Krayiss II will focus on the capture of the city of Templestone," he announced. The holoprojector changed again, now presenting a vast city with sturdy fortified walls, located close to where the ancient ruins of the Sith Library that had once resided on the planet. "In securing it, we provide ourselves with a planetary base from which to control the entire sector. Eol Sha and Mirial are secondary objectives compared to this, but must be wrested from the Dominion nonetheless. Failure in any one of these theatres would leave us fighting a running battle for months to come."

"Intelligence suggests that the Dominion is unaware that we have chosen Krayiss II as our target," the Sith Lord observed softly. The holoprojector hummed softly, shifting now to a map of the Galaxy, zoomed in on the combined space of the Empire and of the Dominion, each represented in different colours. "Following their failure to retain Serenno, it is thought that the Dominion will be expected a Sith strike to be launched from nearby systems, in order that we might take Bimmiel and Gravlex Med from their control while those worlds stand vulnerable," he added, shaking his head. "We have elected instead to go for the throat, and place ourselves within striking distance of Ession."

"As such, though we are expecting some resistance, we do not think it will be significant enough to stop us. That noted, any you encounter should be stamped out without mercy. We are not here to gain a bargaining chip, but to destroy the influence of the Dominion and drive them from Sith space," the black-clad Lord continued. A wave of his hand deactivated the holoprojector presentation, the communication now reverting once more to the seated Sith Lords in council. "We offer them no quarter, no mercy. Their sole salvation lies in cowardice: they may run, if they can."

A faint smile crossed Tirdarius' face at that, a moment of amusement in an otherwise serious briefing. He could well envision that: the Dominion's forces scurrying away in vain as they were pursued by darker forces intent upon their elimination. Once you thought to spit in the faces of the Sith Lords. Did you imagine such an insult would be left unavenged? Kaine had commanded their destruction, and the Sith would obey.

"You all have your orders. Operation: Dominion's Fall begins." A wave of his hand tripped the ship's internal communications system, patching him through to the bridge of the Retribution, so that they would hear the same instruction as was being relayed to the rest of the fleet. "Execute jump now."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: En route to Mirial.
Allies: [member=”Cerbera”] [member=”Leliana”] (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: (The Dominion).

[SIZE=9pt]"Execute jump now."[/SIZE]

It was amazing how space seemed to jump at one as the jump to hyperspace was initiated. The pilot’s red eyes stared into the blue void, hands resting on the armrests of the control throne while the droid chattered up at Ophidia. The Pale Assassin herself stood next to the throne, a metal cup in her hand. She sipped the warm tea and glanced over her shoulder to look at Leliana. Was she nervous?

The crew bustled about with their pre-combat chores. The planet of MIrial loomed ever closer on the other side of that blue, shifting veil.

“Darling, prepare the Phasma for detachment. Filiae, once we are off, join up with the main fleet to function as support. Monitor the secure line in case we need extraction.”

She put a hand on the Chiss’ wrist and nodded. This would be the knight’s first real war and Ophidia was remiss to lose such a prospect. She turned and nodded to Leliana and Cerbera. They would move to the Phasma and descend on Mirial under cover to complete their mission.

“May the Force be with you.”

And with that, Darth Ophidia did one last systems-check on her gear and the Phasma-class Infiltrator. Darling sat down behind the controls, Ophidia herself taking the co-pilot place. Once the group had gathered on board the infiltrator, it detached from the Erudita and engaged cloaking as it descended upon the atmosphere of Mirial. Like a ghost of what was to come, the infiltrator glided down towards the planet of the Mirialan.

And when the Phasma touched down upon Mirial, Ophidia would be the last to exit, after instructing the pilot droid to do what he must if the ship should fall into enemy hands. She would rather see it blown out of the sky than in the hands of an enemy of the Empire.

Three agents of the Sith Empire set their feet on Mirial with wicked intent and conquest in mind.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Eol Sha Mining Colony​

Objective: Monitor the Mining Operation​

Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] @Ra'a'mah​

Enemies: TSE ​

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Following Serenno's fall The Dominion had focused it's military power on defending the assets that yet remained within it's control. One of these assets was the mining operation on Eol Sha. A smaller operation, but one that had the potential to be targeted by the Sith. Adron watched as a Company of the 501st moved to occupy the mining colony.

Pinching the bridge of his nose the man realized these soldiers could do little to protect the world in a full scale attack. However with the 2nd Sector Army all but lost these were the only soldiers he could spare to defend Eol Sha.

He turned away from the platform that overlooked the colony, making his way back towards the landing pad where his transport cruiser's were offloading the rest of the trooper's. Anya had joined him on the survey of the world, yet not by much choice of his. The Archlord preferred to move alone these days, keeping as few people knowledgeable about his movements as possible. Sadly that included the woman who would one day take the position of Lady of his house.

"This won't be enough." He said simply, pulling his cowl back over his head.

"If the Sith invade I'm not sure we have the soldiers here to defeat them." His hands fell to the side, a metallic clink as two pieces of his armor scraped against each other.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location=eol sha
Obj=watch over adron
Allies=@ra'a'mah [member="Adron Malvern"]
After the fall of her new home, anya has been having issues per say... She would have outbursts randomly in anger...pent up that she needed to let out lest she fall avin to the dark side

She watched the 501st move in, she had half her face covered not wanting to show that scar, she glanced around as her eyes held fire greater them last time

Adron had argued that she shouldn't follow him, however she had pressed the matter before saying straight on he wouldn't be going alone. She had her job to protect him...her archlord, her husband to be...this man she would die for and come back just to protect...hell wouldn't hold down her nothing would...she was a wildfire ready to spread and cause destruction

She glanced over at him as she looked back out at the men, he was right they didn't have enough at all.

defeat is not always ones army can do, we can hold out long enough

She said plainly as she sighed

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Exiting Hyperspace - Krayiss II
OBJECTIVE: Take Templestone
ALLIES: The Sith Empire | TBC
ENEMIES: The Dominion | TBC
GEAR: Sasori Armour | Hidden Blade | Lightsaber

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEGuHdKn0Lc

Three ships streaked out of the blue vortex of hyperspace. Three small craft that were but a dot in the sea of stars. Much more of a dot than the large Destroyer that soon followed ready for war. The Sith Empire were making their move on the Dominion worlds, to take them. Not negotiate, not bargain, not confer. To take their worlds and wipe out anything and everything trying to stop them.

"Master, Dominion forces on scanners."

Connor Harrison's dark amber eyes, framed by a blood-red veil, looked to the read-out of his craft. The voice of one of his new Shadows came through his head-set. The Harbinger had brought two of the new Sith Shadows to accompany him straight through the Dominion's forces to the main city of Templestone.

"They are not our concern, Shadow. They will be wiped out soon going for the main ship. You follow me straight to the city."

Many times had the former Jedi Master led forces into enemy territory to lead an attack on a hostile camp or city, and he knew the tactics. He knew how to fly, how to evade and how to attack. Actions, not words, won wars. This was a war he intended to win. He gunned forward as the giant orb of the main planet grew quickly before them.

"Templestone to the North, Master."

Connor signified his understanding with a slight hum and pushed forward. The three black and silver fighters, room enough for one man only and his weaponry, stuck close and streaked through stars.

"The city is our target. You act as one. Remember your training. Show no mercy and you answer to nobody but me." Connor pulled hard to force the craft through the outer atmosphere. "Follow me, and watch for Dominion forces."

If anything, the two Acolytes would be target practice for any hot-head in the Dominion wanting to waste time with small fighters when larger Sith ships were steadily emerging and moving across the system as one.

"For the Empire."

"For the Empire."

The Sith Knight's eyes burned hard as their ships moved in. This was what it was about. Taking what was theirs. Taking the power and the strength from others and emerging the victor.

"For ME."

 

[Leliana]

Location: En route to Mirial.
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Cerbera"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Equipment: Hidden Blade, Sith Assassin Armour, Lightsaber, Daggers.

Leliana had remained silent and stationary during the holocall, and that same silence had lingered throughout the journey in general. She had greeted those that approached and passed, even conversed lightly with a few. But the only ones that she really spoke at length with were Ophidia and Filiae, even then that was primarily during their mission briefing. Then there was their comrade for this mission, the green-skinned woman that went by the name Cerbera. They had greeted one another at some point, but beyond that there was nothing. Leliana was wary around her just like any other stranger she met. There was a shared goal, but years of training as and alongside assassins did not make trusting someone easy.

Training under her Darth Ophidia had proven just what kind of power lingered beneath the finger tips of someone that powerful.

To everyone that didn't know her, Leliana likely came across as cold and distant. And while that was in part true, the reality was quite different and only perceivable to those that did know her and had the skill to look beneath her mask.

She was collecting herself, focusing her mind and body on the upcoming mission. Although it wasn't solely on that, a single mind had some benefits but an assassin had to remain flexible for any potential deviations from the plan.

Once the holoprojector shut down, Leliana began to fiddle with her armour - double checking things were fine. After the skirmish on Ossus, the assassin sought to acquire herself a set of armour that was available to the group. While her usual outfit was better suited for that type of mission; one relying on stealth mostly, it wasn't going to be adequate for this one. This would be her first mission that could potentially have open combat. That instilled some nervousness in her, but she kept it buried far beneath the surface. Though not entirely enough for her master to not glance back at one point, sensing it.

Boarding the Phasma, Leliana took up one of the spare seats in the cockpit for the duration of their descent to Mirial. She tested her hidden blade a couple times; located on her left wrist as usual, getting a feel for it buried under more thicker armour than usual. Although the weapon seemed to perfectly fit in with it, as though it was made to specifically go with it.

Leliana was the first to disembark the ship, pulling the hood up over her head. She then unclipped a pair of macrobinoculars from her belt and began scanning.

"The surrounding area is clear."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Aboard the Blade of Fate
Objective: Move into position
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Dominion
Equipment:

• The Tyrant's Shroud
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Sith Lightsabers
• The Scepter of Iniquity

War Fleet Black Iron moved through hyperspace in tight formation, like the tip of the spear poised to impale the Dominion upon its sharpness. The attack had been in the works for many weeks, the newly acquired factory worlds of Kol Huro working overtime to pump out the supplies required for such a militaristic undertaking. The nascent Empire was now engorged with weapons of war, great warships with hulls filled with tanks, walkers, and innumerable soldiers ready to fight, kill, and die for the glory of the Empire. Among them were the Knights of the Sith, warrior seeped in the Dark Side of the Force who would lead and coordinate the war effort as the Empire took their battle to the Dominion.

At the head of this mighty armada was the Blade of Fate, a war galleon three kilometers from prow to stern that served as the Dark Lord's personal flagship and command vessel for the invasion. In the spirit of its namesake, it would hang above the neck of Krayiss II to decapitate the Dominion's hold upon this entrance to the Stygian Caldera. The Dominion had wrongfully exerted their influence to worlds that had always belonged to, and will continued to belong to, the Sith. For too many years had vagrants and fiends such as these mongrels been allowed to run free throughout the Old Empire's former territory, leaving their mark upon land that was never rightly theirs to begin with no matter how hard they beat their fist against the chest and railed against the rightful owners of these worlds.

And so the Dark Lord decreed that they must pay for such sacrilege in blood.

He would champion this fight personally, his muscular form drenched in metal armor and symbolic cloth, the Dark Side radiating from his core like a raging furnace of hate. He would see such insult be undone, and a new Golden Age of the Sith written across the stars as he led the Sith to their rightful place in the universe. Not as its stewards or as its police, but as its rulers.

The Blade of Fate dropped out of hyperspace above Krayiss II, hopefully catching the Dominion's own ships off-guard and out of position. Their ships did not matter, they were like tinder to the flames of the Empire's smoldering hatred. What truly mattered was the words they listed slothfully over, worlds that would be reclaimed by the Sith Empire bit by bit, system by system, until the stench of the Dominion was washed away for all time. Dropships and drop-pods rained down like a monsoon, each one carrying the righteous soldiers of the Empire. Some of these pods were specially built to be larger and withstand greater impact than their smaller brethren, and when they impacted the wastelands of Krayiss II they left a deep impact that violently uprooted the earth around them.

And they opened to reveal a frightful sight, vile winged beasts ridden by equally terrifying Lords of the Sith. At their head was the Dark Lord himself astride his winged war-mount, Adramelech the Dread Behemoth. The massive creature took several tentative steps out of the drop pod before beating its wings and taking to the sky at its rider's behest, with many of the others following his lead and filling the skies with absolute terror.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: En route to Mirial.
Allies: ”Ophidia” ”Leliana” (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: (The Dominion).

Claws scratched against her skin as they approached the dust ball named Mirial.

It was cold, biting, it snapped against her flesh and made her lips tighten into a grimace of intense anticipation. They had picked this site for a reason, for a purpose and the nip of death coiling against her essence more than spoke of the opportunity that laid in this unassuming world.

The Primeval sacked it, Cerby had told them in the private dim of a far-flung cantina, massacred their people, broke their cities and government. Burned them all, scattering their civilization to the winds. But the Mirialian spirit is strong, resilient, with the cult gone they are back again. They gain strength, they rebuild their cities, but there is hidden power within those deserts. We but need to unlock it and turn their rotting brothers and sisters against them.

There had been a glint of joy in those pair of suns as she spoke, gesturing with her hands, neatly trimmed nails shining against the cascading light bouncing off of them.

"I can feel them." Cerbera whispered as she crouched down amidst the sandy dunes. In her hands was a twisted shard of broken, black iron. Blood still clung to its tip, running past jagged surface and briefly touching her skin. It made it crawl, but there was always a price to pay for power. "It's worse-" Perhaps better was a more accurate phrase for their purpose, "-than we thought. they dream just underneath the surface, waiting to wake from slumber."

The Sith Lord blinked twice, before her attention was drawn to the horizon.

Dunes as far as the eye could see, but there was something there. Hidden by mirages, by magic, by the Darkside obscured, but it was close and it was key.

"We move." Cerbera spoke confidently, before pushing herself up to her feet and followed the soft tugging of the shard in her hand.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: En Route to Krayiss II aboard The Rakosta
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Dominion


"Execute jump now."

The words that rang out through the holocall ignited a flurry of activity across the bridge of The Rakosta. Orders were shouted by the commanding officers, directing the lower-ranked staff members to their stations and for them to begin their duties. Cries for seeking confirmation and those of confirmation joined the muddled chorus as it peaked and dipped and cut through any possible chance of silence like a heated blade, a cacophony of noise dedicated to the life of authoritarianism and controlled chaos. Each uniformed being - human to Zabrak to Twi'lek and more beside - was a singular piece of a much bigger operation and they all knew this fact, had had it ingrained within their minds from the first moment they had been brought aboard The Rakosta, and now that fact was being put to use in a display of efficiency as the hulking battlecruiser hurled itself forth, the pulsing blue wave of hyperspace consuming the beast.

A few levels bellow the command deck where the noisy chaos was ensuring that The Rakosta would arrive inside Dominion space at the same time as other ships within the Empire's fleet, silence reigned as the blue sheen of the holocall would cut out, allowing darkness and shadows to once more consume the room that had only seconds prior been cast in a light blue hue. Seconds later, a low hum would pierce the darkness and a dull light would once more lead to the room being illuminated once more. With the return of light to the room, the single figure that had been occupying it was cast in sharp relief.

Clad in a simple black robe with rudimentary armour - made of hardened leather and nothing else - barely visible beneath the river of dark cloth, they dropped heavily onto the only piece of furniture in the room - a metal chair that rose from the flooring like an obelisk or horn. Slumped over, their head resting in one hand, their ashen grey hair tumbled chaotically down their back in a mess of dreadlocks. Only the one eyelid was closed, but, that did not mean that they could see as where there should have been two eyelids there was one and where there should have been a right eye staring out at the barren room, there was nothing more than a gaping, deformed voice of shattered bone and scarred skin.

Ignoring the vibrations that could be felt beneath bared feet, the Zabrak would hold his pose for the follow minuets, his gaze hidden behind a closed eye but his sight cast out beyond his form and staring at the endless fabric of reality that was the Force. The ebb and flow of the Dark was a curious sensation to watch as the time for battle and bloodshed grew ever closer. Death, pain, rage and suffering. Each would serve to fuel the Dark to greater strength and - even though the events that would create and harvest this food had yet to come into action, even though the beginning few notes of the coming masterpiece were only now beginning to be hauntingly played - it seemed as if the Dark knew what banquet it would soon be feasting from as a joyous crescendo ran along insidious threads. The dance and song of the Dark grew and shrunk, soared and dipped, in a melody of dark anticipation, a performance that the Zabrak's sight would continue to watch with curiosity and fascination, a sense of study woven into the emotions.

However, eventually, the curtain would have to fall and even though the performance of the Dark would continue, no longer could it be observed. For preparations for the upcoming masterpiece needed to be made and no longer could they be put off, no matter how fascinating the writhing threads of Dark upon the ocean of the Force might be. As such, the closed eye lid would open, an amber iris bisected by a slitted pupil once more staring forth into the galaxy as Darth Lykos awoke from the trance he had placed himself in upon the resolution of the call between Sith Lords. Retribution was nearly present, and so he awoke. That was the current nature of his present.

Pushing himself to his feet, still ignoring the vibrations of engines that rumbled beneath his feet, Lykos strode out of the room without a backwards glance at the chair that had served as his resting place but hours before; the lights of the room shutting off as soon as the doors behind him slid closed, sealing in only shadows. Outside of the room the odd soldier or crew member hurried - the buzz of life absent from the room Lykos had just been in present and active - however, none would react to the presence of the Sith that controlled the vessel for as soon as he had left the room he had been occupying he had pulled the Force around him in a heavy cloak that his him from sight and hearing. He had no wish to deal with false prostration, no desire to listen to the hurried and fearful words that might be spoken. His focus was currently singular, direct. All that he pursued at the current moment was the objective presented before him, the assignment that he was to complete and succeed at. As such, what patience did he have for scared fools? None was the answer.

Stepping onto the command deck, his cold gaze set upon one figure stood on an elevated level, starring down at the rushing bodies and issuing orders at the commanders that should have been some of the highest powers in the hierarchy of The Rakosta - the simple truth was that they were not. The orders this figure, the masked and robed woman, gave were not shouted or barked as the commands would do so as to relay them to the common forces piloting the craft. Instead they were slowly and calmly spoken, ice and danger seemingly dripping from every syllable that escaped from behind the porcelain mask. A surety was behind each word, born from a sense of contentment that this woman held as she thought that she would not have to cry out her orders in an effort to be heard or to prove dominance. And, indeed, that surety was well founded as even with the loud havoc beneath the Officers they never asked for the woman to repeat herself, instead straining to catch anything she spoke - taking the burden of blame upon themselves should an order be misheard. So much was their fear for the woman.

The cloak that Lykos had twisted to occlude his presence would fall as he came to a stop next to the woman. A series of curses and exclamations escaped from the Officers due to his chosen action but, even as those that she had been barking at seconds ago lost their composure, the woman's body never flinched away from his sudden appearance. Instead, she continued to stand strong and to her full height, enunciated commands continuing to fall from hidden lips; causing the Officers to scramble to reclaim their composure and resume their previous relaying of instructions. This would continue for the next minuet - Lykos standing silent and the woman continuing her orders - how, she would eventually fall silent and a shattered quiet would form between the two cloaked figures. A quite broken once more by the woman.

"Our ETA is in five minuets and counting, my Lord."

A hum would be her only immediate response, their gazes still riveted on the swirling sight of hyperspace. However, Lykos would eventually utter a reply, the silence he had held since the conclusion of the holocall finally shattering to his growling voice. "Head to the Phasma, Gvibr. Prep for out descent to the planet."

Nodding silently, Gvibr turned and exited the command deck to do as her Master had ordered, leaving Lykos standing alone on the elevated level. The fact that the cloaked Sith remained, his body almost seemingly frozen in place with hands - one flesh and blood with the other of cold, black metal - wrapped around the railing before him, drew more than one concerned, scarred or worried glance from Officer and common grunt alike. However, the Iridonian paid them little to no mind, only paying enough attention to them to register that they were even there in the first place, his focus on something beyond the material world and upon the Force once more.

With careful, almost glacial-speed movement, he would reach down to one of the many pockets hidden within the inside of his robes and withdraw a communicator. Staring at it for a few moment, thoughts rushing through his mind as he analysed the potential paths laid out before him that all focused on whether or not, and how if so, he would activate one of his and the Empire's assets. However, he soon came to a conclusion as to what he should do, signified by a slight nod of his head. However, rather than acting there and then, the Force would twist and buckle around his form, tearing and ripping around him as he bullied his way through and soon found himself seated next to Gvibr about the Phasma stored in the hanger of The Rakosta ​amidst an array of troop carriers. Behind him, he left a not insignificant number of sighs of relief and a single command that lead to beads of sweat to bead atop one brow. A single sentence that set a weight upon unsuspecting shoulders. "Herl, you have control of the ship."

In soon measure, as The Rakosta would drop from hyperspace and join the rest of the Empire's forces above Krayiss II, a single message, a second command, would be sent out into void of space from the communicator that Lykos held. A message that would find its way to Eol Sha, to a woman who for all purposes should have been stood against Lykos and his fellows in the upcoming strike against the Dominion. A single message that spoke a single order, a single word, but one laden with much meaning and a sense of change: Now.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Eol Sha Mining Facility
Objective: Turn
Allies: The Sith Empire [member="Blake Morrigan"]
Enemies: The Dominion [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member=Ra'a'mah"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TAUnYZpMbA​

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How long had it been since Krest fought in open war alongside the Sith? Most of his battles were kept in the dark alongside the Assassins, fighting under surprise attacks and skirmishes. It had been almost decades since the elder Lord found himself on a true battlefield. Though, he wasn't a part of the main invasion force. Aboard a lone Imperator class Star Battlecruiser he prepared for his own task.

Adron Malvern, Archlord of the Dominion and leader of it's various armies, was a prime target. Should he fall, the armies of the Dominion would be sent into disarray until a new Archlord was named, giving the Empire a welcome advantage.

"M'lord, we'll be exiting Hyperspace shortly." Admiral Jorzek. He was a new addition to Krest's various contacts and a welcome one, given how often Krest went through admirals. The Sith nodded slow to the Admiral, who saluted in return. Jorzek was an elder man much like Krest, veteran of the old wars.

"Rouse Blake and have her meet me in Durgen's chamber. Once we drop get into low orbit and begin the ground crusade. We should be unmet in the air long enough for my mission if my sources are to be trusted. Of course, if they're not be ready for a quick jump away, with or without me. Understood?"

"Understood M'lord." Another salute was given and Jorzek turned from the observation deck to begin shouting orders. All at once the ship became active and an announcement went through the ship.

"All hands report to your stations. Ground troopers begin to load your gunships. War is upon us."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Leliana"] (The Sith Empire)
Enemies: (The Dominion)

There was a familiar feeling to Mirial, even though Darth Ophidia had never stepped foot upon the frozen earth before. Perhaps it was just these wastes? It had an underlying vibration to it – a memory – like the tremble of angry fists with nowhere to go, or the tension of steel about to break. She could smell the dark side under the sand. There were so many memories here; memories of terrible things done.

The history stuck with the Rattataki, far from unaccustomed to genocide. How many did she see massacred by the One Sith? A planet’s populace at least. A system perhaps? She had no doubt there were ghost left in her trail as well; hungry souls nipping at her heels for a taste of redemption. One would think it filled her with dread, yet what she felt was more akin to elation, perhaps even excitement.

They trekked through the barren landscape, the cold winds nipping at the travellers. Ophidia followed Cerbera’s lead as she was the one with the trail-shard. So instead she reached out with a sensory web in the Force, trying to pick up any approaching force-signatures or changes in the nature around them. In the Force, it appeared to her they were walking into the shadow of a storm.

It was like gazing into a cloud while looking for a star.

A frustrating feeling, certainly. Yet to a trained mind it implied that there was something to be found. Like bloodhounds they would find the trail and then their quarry.

“Apprentice, stay close.”

It was perhaps a strange thing to say in open dunes, but she sensed there was something here that wished to mislead them. Leliana was the least protected from such forces.

Behind them, the Phasma closed up and activated its cloaking, disappearing into the background.

 

[Poe]

Location: Aboard The Mystic Veil
Objective: Conquer Krayiss II
Allies: [member="Venthis Zambrano"]
Enemies: The Dominion l [member="Cairyn Midore"]
Gear: Whispers of Ghosts , Armor/Outfit



The call to war rang out across the Sith Empire and it's held worlds; drawing all those loyal to the Dark Lord and the Empire to rally to the cause. From planet to planet, and across the galaxy, the Sith began to mass in strength; their collective eyes on Krayiss II, Eol Sha, Telos, and Mirial to bring back worlds rightfully belonged to them. The enemy, usurpers and trespassers, had stayed long past their time, and the Sith were coming to evict them in violent fashion.....


The Mystic Veil (Ord Binnir - Krayiss II)


Sitting on the bridge's floor, I stroked the head of Ostara as she rested her head in my lap. The furry companion and I fought together numerous times, striking fear into enemies and killing those who failed to detour from our path but today she would not be by my side. It was best she remained behind, and odd as it seemed, I believed she was struggling to comprehend my decision. Her understanding of language was delegated to basic verbal commands and hand gestures, however, I wondered if she understood more than her species led on; or was she evolving somehow through the continuous exposure to the Dark Side? It has been recorded through the annals of time that the Dark Side corrupts and leads to unnatural concepts and beliefs.

"Relax," I whispered, easing the growls radiating from her as Admiral Beth moved close enough to us; but keeping a safe distance from Ostara. In my absence one day, Ostara and the Admiral had a falling out where trust had become an issue. Ostara was my life, my love, my baby, and my only true friend; where Admiral Beth was expendable and tolerated. "What is it Admiral," I asked feeling Ostara's body grow less tense. "We are prepared to make the jump to lightspeed," she said trying to avoid eye contact with my friend; but Ostara had locked her primal gaze on the throat of Admiral Beth. "According to reports, the Empire has begun it's offensive against the Dominion," she added drawing the top of her uniform tight around her neck.

"At last we will reveal our might against the galaxy," I said before kissing the top of the predator's head. "Notify my partner, [member="Venthis Zambrano"], that we will meet at our agreed rendezvous location." Shuffling her feet nervously, the Admiral assured me the message would be sent by her personally. "I will notify you when we reach Kyriss II," Admiral Beth announced, waiting for me to dismiss her.

"Very well, Admiral. In my absence, I leave you in charge of caring for Ostara." Admiral Beth coughed nervously, as Ostara wagged her tail happily. After dismissing the Admiral I whispered to Ostara, "And you behave while I'm gone. No eating the Admiral." Ostara whimpered in defeat, again making me wonder how much she really understood our language.

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Location: Serenno
'Allies': The Sith Empire
'Enemies': The Dominion

The wind howled throughout the once-raucous battlefield that was situated on the world of Serenno. Fires that had burned then had been smothered to death by time, leaving nothing but the rare plume of smoke emanating from sources unknown. A man in white meandered across the scorched plains riddled with blood, bones, and metal, a profusion of worries and other things plaguing the middle-aged man's mind. Travis Caalgen had not been present for the invasion of Serenno and other star systems in the sector, for he was preoccupied with his duties towards designing weapons for the Empire, but he as much as many others had felt the aftershock of such a thing.

When the Grand Moff had returned from battle, having made a tactical withdrawal in order to preserve the integrity of the Pellaeon, he had made sure that the actions of the Galactic Empire were clear to it, that they were fighting against the Dominion to prevent more wars from begin and by extension preserving order in that region of the galaxy. Therefore when the military director had been assigned to lead the fleet for the next invasion, he first wanted to see the results of the 'order' that these Sith had imposed upon the planet, to see if the Empire was right in aiding this other 'empire'.

"What was the civilian casualty rate for the sector during the invasion." Caalgen queried, turning around to face the officers under his command next to his contingent of death troopers. One of them frowned, consulting her datapad to carry out her superior's request before looking up once more "High but unknown, Director." She informed sullenly. This was not order, this was slaughter; even the Empire, the 'evil' of the Galaxy according to the likes of the Galactic Alliance or the Outer Rim Coalition, knew that unnecessary casualties were not 'restoring order to a galaxy of chaos'.

The grey-haired man let out a frustrated sigh, looking up into the dull blue sky for the sight of his ships in orbit. He one more pivoted on the spot, beginning to march towards his shuttle, the Kestral, to the slight confusion of his entourage. Stomping up the durasteel boarding ramp into the passenger bay, he opened his lips to speak once more.

"Deploy the fleet and set course for the Eol Sha system. We will show these Sith dogs what true order is."

 

[Leliana]

Location: Mirial
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Cerbera"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Equipment: Hidden Blade, Sith Assassin Armour, Lightsaber, Daggers.

There was something strange in the air.

Leliana had noticed it the moment she had set foot on the sands, and had at first just thought it to be the weather. A cold chill to match the night, managing to nip at her skin despite the layers she was wearing. The wind slipping beneath her hood, caressing her face and settling down under her armour.

Just the weather.

Her eyes lingered over to Cerbera as her whispers carried with the wind. Leliana recalled what the woman had said about this place before, most of it was lost on her beyond the shock that such things could be done to a planet. It was something she hadn't know, the history of similiar events never taught to her. It brought forth a realization just how small of a world her life in the facility was.

“Apprentice, stay close.”

And that she did, closing the distance a bit more to Ophidia's side. Leliana couldn't help but look around, her eyes seemingly searching for something as the trio trekked across the dunes. It was a distinct difference between her and the other two. While Ophidia and Cerbera had their focus and sense to walk a straight and singular path, Leliana almost felt as though she was could be tugged in several directions. It worked against her own senses, trying to keep her mind focused on the mission at hand rather than letting it wander.

It was vexing her, but Leliana kept the emotion bundled deep down and kept her eyes towards their destination.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Spoiler

Allies: TSE, [member="Darth Sarcophago"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Conquer Krayiss II

The Lost Wraith,
Venthis' Ship.

Silence. That was all that was present aboard Venthis' fighter. He sat completely emerged within his cockpit in meditation. He sat in orbit of Panatha. Though a soft 'blink' would flicker out of his communications device. A message read out, "It's begun, meet me where we agreed." He would crack a wide grin. Powering up his ship, swinging it around before initiating the jump to hyperspace. As he sat in his chair wearing his own personal set of clothes. Along with that, his helmet lay on the dashboard facing directly at him, with the mirrored portion facing directly at him. Though, he sat facing directly out to the stars as the jump began, watching them drift past him as a blur.

Though, he quickly loaded up a map of Krayiss II onto his terminal. Scouring for the location agreed upon, before nodding to himself. Visualizing the spot, only a stroll outside of one of the largest cities on Krayiss II.

His ship promptly exited Hyperspace, leaving him facing directly on the planet. Little did he know the onslaught that would follow. He had agreed to meet with a fellow Sith. While higher ranking than himself it was no matter as he had only come to reek havoc. Having partner in doing so, wouldn't hurt at all. He slowly drifted his ship down through the atmosphere and onto the surface, landing the ship. It tilting backward and landing flat down on its back. He popped the cockpit to then climb out, his lightsaber attached to his belt.

He glanced around at the surrounding terrain, his eyes catching the city with a slight tingle of light reflecting from it. He slowly reached down, digging his hand into the ground below for a moment and closing his eyes. Though shortly after removing it and glaring up to the sky in search of his partner.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Eol Sha
Objective: Work
Enemies: TSE
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]

The past year had been one of great improvements for Ra. Going from an unknown number to a sith lord, from there to sharing duties with the woman with her now and Adron. Protecting Adron from harm was more what Anya did, he had for some reason requested her to join them on Eol Sha for a visit to the mining operation there. It had been close to two years since she had been on Eol Sha.

It was here she had been recruited into the Dominion, here she had learned of the Force and had training with Master Dune. As she walked the familiar land here, even as a sith, she wondered what had happened to her old master. The thought was gone in a moment though. He had abandoned her however that had nothing to do with what she was now. If he had stayed, it would have only held her back and she wouldn't be what she was or walking now with the others.

She wore her normal black outfit, sabers up her sleeves, knives in her boots, blaster and double bladed saber on her hips. Her hair was braided and the ball at the end. The cloak was on her back and for once she remembered how she had gotten it instead of it just being a theory. Running her fingers along the edge, a small smile ran across her neutral features as she thought of her past.

Watching as Adron returned to the shuttle and the others, she looked at him with a raised brow at his comment and the one Anya gave. United in the same purpose, they would never ben friends, but she had to agree with Anya.

"Correct, this isn't about victory it's about getting out alive."

It was a message was meant to convey something of greater detail, one Ra would not speak until the time was right. As they had been exiting the ship, a single word had been passed to her. The time had come and now only the opportunity needed to be there. She would strike when it came up.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Location: Aboard the Final Verdict, entering orbit of Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: Sith Empire
Objective: Survive

Kainan Wolfe spat out his coffee as the alarm blared on the bridge of his ship. He had brought the Final Verdict here in order to showcase it to several Dominion officials, in the hope that he would persuade either the military, or a private contractor to license the design. He expected that some kind of demonstration would be required, but what he did not expect, was an entire fleet jumping into the system.

"Monitoring, I want a full tactical report of the situation. Get me some eyes down there, I want to know what we're up against and how many of them there are," he ordered to the bridge officer in charge of sensors, drumming his fingers on the armrest of the command chair while waiting for the requested information.

Seconds seemed to last for hours as the ensign tried to compile a report. "We have a positive ID on the ships. Judging by their sensor profiles, they're Sith Empire. Can't get an accurate reading on their numbers because they're still jumping out of hyperspace, but it looks like an entire armada is here."

"Uh, sir, are we getting involved? As an independent ship, we have no stake in this," asked the ensign. Wolfe sighed before responding. "Because, ensign, they will likely confuse our ship for a military one, so I'm not about to be caught with my pants down."

Good grief, thought Kainan as he watched the sensor readings. "Helmsman, plot a course to one of the outer planets and jump us as soon as we are ready. Find us a good spot for an ambush. Tactical, I want targeting solutions the instant their ships enter weapons range. Notify pilots and flight crews to be ready for immediate launch. I want fighters deployed as soon as we jump out of hyperspace. Ensign, set condition red throughout the ship," ordered Wolfe and the five hundred meter ship exploded into a frenzy of activity, speakers urging crewmen to their assigned duties.

"Battle stations, battle stations. All personnel, man your battle stations. This is not a drill. We are now at condition red."

The hunt was on.

 

[Miles Varden]

Location: Krayiss II
Objective: Hold the Line
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] @Ra'a'mah
Enemies: [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Tirdarius"]

Spoiler

Gear:
Lazy Eye
Ambassador
Knife
AXT5
Duster
Bandolier/Belt
The Butcher
x2 M42

Standing with a hand on his blaster, Miles and a battalion of Dominion Soldiers were all that really was between the Empire and annihilation
A handful of artillery pieces and AA units pointed to the skies as reports came in of Sith vessels dropping out of hyperspace. The unit was to hold the Obelisk of the old Sith Temple. There wasn't much time, for soon they'd be thrown into the writhing tendrils of combat.

No word was spoken and many knew this was their last day in the galaxy. For Miles it was another day in the life of s warrior. He'd spent years combating all types and fringes of Sith, Empires and the like. It wasn't about the chance of death, it was about the will to fight even in the face of unbeatable odds. Never give in until your last breath. It was a valiant speech that he'd made a few times to recruits and civilians. Now Miles resighted it to himself It would be a blood y day.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Location: Eol Sha Mining Facility
Allies: The Dominion, [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Anya Loma"], [Member=Ra'a'mah]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Krest"], [member="Blake Morrigan"]
Objective: Wake up

Hiding had never been a thing that sat well with Cairyn. He didn't see the point in it, didn't see what kept him from remaining on Serenno, regardless of whether or not it was still in Dominion space. More importantly, he didn't see why any of this should interfere with his sleep. Can't fight a Sith Empire on low energy, right? While Cairyn low on energy seemed a contradiction in its own right, he was all too content remaining indoors at the moment, using his darling Nexu as a pillow as the facility enjoyed a brief instance of peace.

In those few hours of rest, the Teevan looked both more his actual age and the childish persona he presented himself as. Lanky limbs spread out in every direction, scars from his once beloved (albeit short lived) armor decorated his arms and legs, continuing to his torso where more severe scars remained hidden. At the same time, him surrounded by the soft fur of his adored beast didn't exactly paint the picture of growing masculinity.

Still, asleep he remained and the mining world was safe from his terrible antics, content with letting him stay that way.

 

[Loray Tares]

LOCATION: In hyperspace aboard the Blackout, en route to Betha II
OBJECTIVE: Wheeling and Dealing
ALLIES: The Sith Empire, [member="Aver Brand"]
ENEMIES: The Dominion
GEAR: Basic, will hash out specifics upon landing

Spoiler

• Armor
• Enhancement
• Primary Weapon

Teeth clenched beneath his helmet, staring coldly out from the viewport of Blackout. They had been called from their numerous different exploits, spanning from Point Nadir to Maena, to assist a particular faction with a somewhat pesky issue regarding the Dominion. In truth, as he stood within the veil of the Soul Sabers whisper, he didn't really care for whom he was fighting. He was just looking for a fight, any target would do. So who contacted them first, who offered the shiniest bauble, was the one who was awarded their presence.

It had been some time since both Equalizers had come to the forefront of a war. There was hardly a reason for both to be needed, considering the sort of firepower they often packed. The last time he could recall this sort of dance with the firrerreo was upon the battleground of Coruscant, stepping through the last vestiges of the One Sith - picking apart what carcass remained of the once great nation. The Dominion wasn't as pronounced as the One Sith, but neither was the Sith Empire. But, perhaps, it was the potential for expansion that caught Aver's eye.

Scratching at the breast plate of the darkened armor with blackened fingers, he looked out the stream of stars as they passed by. And endless field of constellations of planets and systems, all as meek and as useless as the rest. Announcing across the intercoms, he stood upright and listened intently.

:ropping out of Hyperspace in 5 minutes.::

Looking over to Aver, he traced the edges of her back with the nails of his right hand. The contours and musculature, entirely hidden by her armor, brought him moments of peace in an otherwise noisy existence. Satisfied for the time, he turned to go gather the rest of his gear. He wasn't sure what they would be going up against, but he was hoping it would at least serve as justification for leaving the warmth of their bed.