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

[Setzi Lunelle]

LOCATION: Undercover inside Templestone
OBJECTIVE: Meet up with [member="Darren Torran"]
ENEMIES: [member="Connor Harrison"]
ALLIES: Dominion
GEAR: Blade of the Satvas, Blaster, Lightsaber, Mandalorian Power Shield, Armorweave

Emergency sirens wailed through Templestone, the giant Sith compound that had been transformed into a city by the Dominion on Krayiss II. After her visit to Voss to pick up The Pirate’s Foe, and then her crisis of conscious serving by the side of her old Jedi Master, Connor Harrison, she’d agreed to be a secret agent on the planet for some time, the eyes and ears of the Silver Jedi. Master [member="Arisa Yune"] didn’t trust her which was understandable given Setzi’s dark past.

Working as a barista at Krayiss Kafhouse, however, wasn’t really part of the plan, and once she was back on Voss - if she made it back alive - she’d have a word with Arisa. In the meantime, she slung around hot lattes for the nearby archivists who worked in a bank of buildings which housed archival data. On this day, the former Sith stood outside of the cafhouse smoking t’bac with a couple of lazy Rodians. And Setzi didn’t even smoke, but her job was so utterly mind-numbing that it was all she could do to get out of burning her hands on the giant stimcaf machine.

As soon as she’d heard the angry wail of sirens, the Rogue Knight employed Force Concealment in order to evade detection by Sith hunters. She punched a signal on her chrono to let Darren Torran know to meet her at the rendezvous point. It wouldn’t be hard - just follow the smell of the Quad Grande, Extra Hot Caramel Macchiato Upside Down with Non Fat Blue Milk.

Blending into the scenery as though nothing was wrong, Setzi did hope to run into the one person in the galaxy who she not only missed with an intense ache in the pit of her stomach, but one to which she owed an apology. Connor Harrison would be furious that she’d left his side on Ord Trasi, and she wasn’t even sure her explanation was that good even, yet the Rogue Jedi longed for the opportunity to speak to him again.

 

[Leliana]

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

It hadn't taken much longer for Leliana to realize that the weather wasn't acting as naturally as she initially thought. Acknowledging it was another thing entirely, split between still believing it was just the wind, but also feeling as though she was only getting half the picture right now.

Leliana was the observant type, which back during the facility years had proven to be an annoying trait for other students. She always picked up on the little quirks after spending time a lengthy period of time with someone. An example being her training with Ophidia, instinctively picking up on the slighest shift in the Rattataki when listening or thinking.

But right now it was bothering Leliana, that she couldn't work out what her master was listening to. Was it the wind? Was there something lingering within it?

The more they walked on, the more that question kept digging away into her mind. She peered back towards Enyo, the armoured woman who had joined up with their group as an ally towards the Sith Empire. Even she seemed to be hearing what Leliana could not.

"I think we have gained a friend."

Leliana turned back around when she heard Cerbera talk, and immediately froze at the sight.

"Um..." Was the only thing to escape her lips as she watched a severed hand crawl up onto the woman's shoulder. Even as they continued on, following the new direction Cerbera was leading them towards; Leliana couldn't not look at the hand just lounging there.

It creeped her out, but that was quickly swept away as the statue and fire came into view. Leliana's eyes were immediately fixed to the flames, somehow feeling as though she was wrapped in them; wanted to, even from so far away. It was a source of comfort away from the cold night air, from the uncertainly of what lingered in the wind.

She stepped towards the fire, with certain lull to her body as she moved. Leliana wasn't walking, she was being pulled.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Exiting Hyperspace - Krayiss II
OBJECTIVE: Take Templestone
ALLIES: [member="Grimoire"] | The Sith Empire | TBC
ENEMIES: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Formorta"] | The Dominion | TBC
GEAR: Sasori Armour | Hidden Blade | Lightsaber

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"Dominion forces! Coming from the South!"

With a sigh, Connor flipped a switch to pull the wings of his craft in a little tighter. The craft was not built for war, but speed. It was an arrowhead tearing towards the target at great speed. Let the others take the shots, that was part of their duty - to sacrifice anything and everything for the Dark Lord.

"Stay on me and head for Templestone. Break to the North side of the city. And stop panicking. That's how - "

A burst of orange and yellow fire spat out from inside the nearby black craft as green lasers tore it apart.

" - mistakes happen. Shadow Three, on my wing. Push forward and stay low. Head to the North side. I'll take the South side."

"Roger, Shadow Leader."

They broke into the hazy orange sky as the expansive city of Templstone emerged below. It took Connor's breath away for a second; certainly looked bigger than on the holo-read out from the Destroyer. Pockets of resistance had already broken out, and he could see the assalt starting up above and down below. The first taste of war serving the Dark Side. For too long, the Light had robbed him of the right to use his power to serve the true nature of the Force and bring justice to the galaxy. Now he would take that chance.

Shadow Three stayed straight, the curved wings screaming through the sky as Connor followed and pushed his nose down. As the ship went down, Connor lowered his head, his eyes burning with determination on the target.

Nobody would stand in his way. Nothing would prevent him taking the Dominion apart and razing the city to the ground if he had to for a victory.

He brought the ship down as Dominion fights passed overhead. Wasting little time, he pulled back the cockpit hatch and jumped out, landing on the soft ground.

The dark lightsaber at his side, the stolen Jedi Sasori armour hugging his body in warped crimson and black colours, the manifestation of darkness once known as Connor Harrison headed for the South city walls.

"This is...Connor." The time was coming when he would be rid of that name. Until he did, he was living a lie. "Shadows are on ground. Bring in the ground support and target the city walls for our forces to get through."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niQoEPGvtHk[/media]

Location: Aboard the Final Verdict, in space near Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: Sith Empire, [member="Grimoire"]
Objective: Engage targets of opportunity

The tension aboard the cruiser's bridge could be cut with a knife as the ship prepared to jump to hyperspace. The crew was silent, waiting for pursuers that never came "Sir, none of the Sith ships have broken off to pursue us," spoke the ensign, causing the bridge crew to breathe a sigh of relief. "Shall we jump out of the system?" asked the ensign, hoping that his captain would get the ship out of a fight which most of the crew hoped to avoid.

Wolfe drummed his fingers on the armrest of his command chair, scratching his trimmed beard with his other hand as he considered his options. The tactical overlay on the screen in front of him displayed the disposition of the invading fleet. "No, ensign. We will not jump out. This invasion presents a unique opportunity for us, one which we will not miss. Helmsman, turn us about. Tactical, find me targets of opportunity."

The crew obeyed and sprung into action, although a bit reluctantly. Sensing his cue, Wolfe pressed a button on the armrest, opening a ship-wide intercom channel. "Attention, crew of the Final Verdict. This is captain Wolfe speaking. I know some of you are wondering why we are turning about and getting involved in this battle. I know some of you are wondering what is our stake in this fight. I'm telling you why we're putting our necks on the line, here: profit. By taking part in this battle, we stand to gain everything that we ever wanted. Power, wealth and connections, all of these could be ours, if we but reach out and seize our glory. This is our moment. This is the day we earn everything that we have worked for, all these years. Onwards men, to wealth and glory!" spoke Wolfe, appealing to the crew's sensibilities and telling them exactly what they all wanted to hear.

"Charge all weapons and shields. Flight deck, scramble strike craft. All personnel, prepare for hostilities."

The ship turned about, ejecting twelve TIE/Reaper starfighter interceptors from its belly. "Attention, Reaper Squadron, this is Reaper Leader. Deploy around the Final Verdict in two groups of six and lock S-Foils in attack position."

Wolfe's eyes darted to the tactical display and flashed a grim smile. Pressing a few buttons on the console in front of him, he marked several targets "Fighters, engage the marked landing shuttles. One attack run. Get in, do as much damage as you can, then fall back to the Verdict. Do not engage enemy fighters, except if they get directly in the way," he ordered and the fighters sped towards their designated targets. "Let us begin."

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moGbUeXMl5E​

[SIZE=11pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Ord Radama[/SIZE]
Objective: --
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Dominion ([member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Kainan Wolfe"], [member="Sko'saht"] ) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Opposition:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Sith Empire ([member="Tirdarius"], [member="Travis Caalgen"], [member="Darth Banshee"])[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Directly Engaging: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Probably [member="Travis Caalgen"] in the near future, and other fleeters who show up. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Arisa[/SIZE] stood on the observation deck of the [SIZE=11pt]Vánagandr[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], nursing a thermos of steaming sapir tea in her palms as she stared out into the depths of space. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Every so often, her view of the stars would be broken up by a large cargo ship or a passenger liner coming through. Refugees from Serenno, pouring in by the thousands every hour, Ord Radama serving as a pit stop for their final destination far away from the region. While Arisa had left the spineless and treacherous Serenno nobles to their own devices, she would do what she could for those who wished to leave for greener pastures. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Peppered in between the arrival of refugees would be Silver and allied warships, reinforcements as part of a coming counteroffensive against the crumbling Resurgent Empire at Tiss’Sharl and other strongholds outside of the Stygian Caldera. The liberation of Kushibah was already underway, Rangers and Jedi removing the blight that now plagued their world thanks to an unusual congregation of warring Dark Siders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her aimless stargazing was interrupted as the cyborg’s neural implant was pinged with an alert. A [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Sowa[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]previously placed[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] in the Serenno system was tracking movement in and out of the system. The returning Imperials of the Galactic Empire were on the move once more, trajectories indicating a course for Dominion Space. Trouble.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She ordered the recon droid to pursue the Imperials, then turned away toward the exit for the CIC. Duty called. [/SIZE]

 

[Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax]

Location: kreyiss II
Objective: Write a story
Allies: TRE [member="Lark"]
Enemy: TD
Equipment:
Darth Revan's Robes
Revans Lightsaber
Kova Bladed heels

solidersx60

Teresa watched the holo message closely. She wasn't impressed at been thrown into the deep end. Really she could do with a few weeks rest until her body and healed fully and her new appendages could be seen to by someone who held a proper medical licence. Unfortunately now she didn't have that option. The girl had to fight through the pain. Along with the holo message the communicator was set to a channel that was privet. All she had to do was put the call through and the transports would come.

She knew where she had to go but the village would make a useful command center. A place to fall back to and have supplies sent to. It would make sense after all. She was sent here for more than the reason yo transfer the first shipment. "Converge on my location. Surround the village and take the people hostage. Kill any who resist." The holo of a soldier in full battle armor nodded their head. "Roger that." A small kid looked at her with horror as he over heard the woman. The boy went to turn and run but Teresa's hand reached out pulling the kid towards her. Kneeling down she handed the kid a collar. "Put it on or I will kill you." She said softly but in a malicious way. The kid rebelled tossing the collar to the floor. "HEL-AGGHH."

A quick squeeze of her hands the invisible grip clenched around his throat hearing a loud pop. The kids body would fall limp to the ground. Teresa stood showing no remorse, no emotion. Just the pain along her back and the tingling in her fingers. Turning to look at the transport the cargo was been moved into the girl would fling the boys body into the back. After all if someone saw the body the people her would be alerted to soon. She couldn't have that.

 

[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

Stepping out from within the confines of the Blackout, he was greeted with an arid and paltry offering of a planet. Visions flashed to the moments spent in the Netherworld, in the Field of Blades. He would have never imagined that such an accidental departure from this dimension would have left such an impression upon his mind. But it was there, like footprints in the sand, cemented above the waterline.

His feet met the top of the gorge and he looked out into the red distance, shades of orange and yellow cast across the horizon. The user interface kicked on within his suit, tracking software put into place to pick targets from over a mile away. Yet, there was nothing.

Hard-liners is what he was told, former factions that stood in the shadow of themselves, holding on to notions of self-worth. That was the sort of affliction he was content to cure. Red visor stared downward from their landing zone, deep gorges now stood filled with emptiness and the occasional pedestrian. There was life on this planet but as far as he could tell, it hid from sight and mind. Forgotten by all those who mattered, a stepping stone that the universe could skip.

"This empire...is far from restored." Red glare turned towards the woman, stepping out and embracing this world with him. His comment was a tad more full of sarcasm than what was common, though he wasn't concerned. He was sure they would quickly find a means to make an impact. His comment laid waist deep in a simple question: What now?

 

[Ellie Mors]

Hard Times

Location: Chiloon Rift Staging Point - Aboard the Hanging Star
Objective: Rendezvous with the Sith Fleet over Krayiss II
Allies: Sith Empire, [member="Travis Caalgen"], [member="Tirdarius"]
Enemies: The Dominion, [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Equipment: Robes and a Dagger

Irina had told Carnifex that she wasn't a combatant, that she would rarely see the fields of battle - and she had never intended to do so, either. Her part for incursions, such as the invasion of the worlds surrounding Krayiss II, was purely to take up the rear in order to collect artifacts and tools that would make her part as the creator of dark objects of power easier. Even now, sitting aboard the bridge of a battlecruiser loaned to the witch and fully equipped to engage an opposing fleet, Irina had no want to take part in the fighting. She was small, she was physically powerless, and where her small stature and frame would have afforded her great agility and speed she had neither - only the force would answer her call, no weapon besides a small dagger to protect her from assailants. There was no place on the battlefield for someone as frail as she, none except perhaps far in the back to provide support from a distance.

That was how she found herself aboard the Hanging Star, a heavily armed ship that would coordinate a rather modest fleet of ships as it ferried her to the world of Krayiss II so that she might delve into the Library-Temple that was rumored to contain innumerable tomes and artifacts of the ancient Sith Empire of antiquity. She lounged in her plush seat of command in a robe of silk, silk of her own design and making, with an expression of extreme disinterest plastered across her face, and an air of supreme boredom lingering about her person. She was a maker of trinkets, a master of alchemy perhaps, but she was no fighter - certainly not a soldier - and found her place on the ship to be largely unnecessary and rather pointless. They could have sent her on her way in a small transport designed to only carry her and a personal guard if they were concerned over her safety, but instead she'd been assigned to sit in the center of a secondary fleet that would be arriving in the main conflict shortly after the conflict had already started, some kind of tactic that would act as both a diversionary force and reinforcements at the same time.

And her role? The Empire had actually taken the time to take her abilities as a master of the force into consideration and created a niche role just for her - if the Hanging Star was to see battle then so, too, would she. Skilled with the range of force abilities that concerned the perceptions of the mind, Irina would be their support in naval warfare and hamper the coordination of the Dominion's fleet while the actual naval officers aboard would bring fire and brimstone down on their doomed fleet. Part of her hoped that it wouldn't come to that, as she was certainly looking forward to making landfall as soon as possible and getting the information pertinent to her future endeavors from the library-temple far more than being forced into taking part in some kind of war for territory - give her the resources she needed, and some time to work her magic, and she'd create an army of creatures that would take up the fight in her stead, and then she would gladly sit in a chair and coordinate a battle from afar.

But flying through the stars in a giant metal bird? Hardly.

"When are we leaving, Admiral?" The Yagan witch asked impatiently, slumping to the side in her seat of command, a chair that only belonged to her in symbolism of her importance to the Dark Lord and was far from an accurate portrayal of what kind of authority she held - not in this particular engagement, nor in the Empire in general.

"We should be embarking for our rendezvous in several minutes, once we receive word for the status of our destination." The man that sat in the seat below, and to the front, of her responded coolly. Understandably he was not fond of having someone who was largely out of touch with the plight of the Empire sitting in the seat of command on a ship that would be leading their fleet into a naval engagement with the enemy, but knew better than to give the woman more lip than she could tolerate - recalling the warning of what mental trauma she'd inflicted on her former captors when the Dark Lord had freed her from her slavery.

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Location: Serenno >>> Eol Shan
'Allies': The Sith Empire
'Enemies': The Dominion, [member="Adron Malvern"]

[THEME]​

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

Director Caalgen's shuttle left the barren battlefield on Serenno and darted for the large Imperial fleet in orbit, setting down in one of the side hangar-bays of the INV Silencer. Almost instantaneously did the fleet make the jump to hyperspace, the ships having pre-programmed their navicomputers after the order was relayed from the surface, their blue ion drives becoming lambent as they disappeared. The azure tunnel of hyperspace obscured the bridge of the Silencer, casting a blue hue over the dull, grey durasteel paneling and the equally grey-uniformed Imperial crewmen.

During their transit to Eol Sha, the Imperial military director began to develop an uneasy feeling inside of his stomach; something just felt...wrong. "Communications Officer." Travis began, turning from his spot in front of the ship's command chair "Beam a transmission to the rest of Sector Group Eternity in the Yavin system, tell them to gather outside of mission objective 'Penitent' and await further orders." Caalgen received a nod of acknowledgement from the communications officer who went about to relay his order, letting the Director return to staring out into hyperspace.

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The Imperial 7th Fleet would revert back into realspace after a short trek, thanks to the Empire's advanced hyperdrive technology; allowing them to have an average speed of class 1.5, a true feat for a war machine of its size. They came in behind Eol Sha's one and only moon, making sure that they were hidden from the planet by its miniature. "Prepare a company of magmatroopers, and several walker squadrons, for a ground assault, I will be accompanying them. Meanwhile, tell the Interdictor commanders to activate their gravity well generators, inform me if anything enters or tries to exit the system." Director Caalgen ordered, leaving the bridge for the hangar bay.

Soon afterwards the Director's Delta-class T-3c Shuttle, followed by four Sentinel Landers and multiple Theta-class AT-AT barges, would descend from the 7th fleets combined hangar bays towards the planet.

"Director Caalgen, we are entering the atmosphere: The only discernable gathering is a single mining colony, setting course for it now."

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Eol Sha Mining Colony
Objective: Evacuating Civilians
Allies: Anya Lomahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12249-anya-loma/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12249-anya-loma/ @Ra'a'mah
Enemies: [member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Tyrian"]

Adron turned to Ra'a'mah as she spoke out in agreement with Anya. He supposed the two of them were correct, battle was not always decided by who commanded the larger number of forces. Yet it never hurt to be that person.

"Very well. We'll begin operations to ex-." His words were cut short when one of the pilot's from his shuttle made his way down the ramp, urgency gripping his voice as a serpent would it's prey. "My lord! Imperial ships have entered the system and Krayiss II is under attack!" The Archlord's eyes closed as he let out a sigh of grief, turning from the man as he opened a palm to him, showing that he understood.

A group of the 501st stood by in silence as he eyed Anya and Ra'a'mah silently. He turned his attention to the soldiers before gesturing towards the mining colony. "Captain, get the civilians out of here." He ordered, however there was a moment of hesitation from the Trooper's response. "My lord...We have no extra ships, only the ones we brought he-"

"Then load them on the shuttles! Just get them the hell out of here!" He called back, gripping the railing to the landing pad in an attempt to transfer his anger.

"Yes sir, right away." The man clicked his heels together before moving down to the mining colony. "Captain." Adron called out, causing the trooper's pause.

"Get me a demolitions team up here, immediately."

"Yes, my lord." He replied, before taking his squad down to the mining colony. Adron looked over the colony with an almost lost expression. He spoke out to Anya and Ra'a'mah, though he did not meet her with his eyes. "You're both leaving." He declared, no sense of debate seemingly held in his tone.

"The civilians will escape on the ships we brought here, you will both be on them. Get back to Ession and tell them Eol Sha has fallen, they may have enough time to rally soldiers to Krayiss so we can save what is left of this system." He said, pulling the cowl back from his head.

 

[NightSister]

LOCATION: Eol Sha
ALLIES: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | Sith Empire and friends
ENEMIES: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Anya Loma"] | [member=Ra'a'mah] | The Dominion
GEAR: Lightsaber, blasterproof jacket

In the midst of the volcanic wastelands of Eol Sha, one of the Sith Empire's more modest ships dropped into the sky, beginning its descent towards the planet. From the viewing port at the front of the craft, a small settlement lay close by and grew as they neared, home to a colony of workers who earnt their keep mining gas beneath the planet's surface.

And much further away, a volcano. The miners were certain it would be dormant for a while yet. Perhaps it would never even awaken again.

The vessel touched down, landing with an audible thud a comfortable distance from the more interesting of the landscape's features. Dormant or extinct or moments away from explosion, a volcano didn't make for a good landing spot. Satisfied with their landing, Aria Vale hit a button to lower the landing ramp and got to her feet as it lowered. The view was less interesting until they reached the cluster of volcanoes resting a distance away (dormant as far as the locals could be certain, with a long frozen lake of lava surrounding). If they went on far enough, the terrain was dotted with such features here and there; volcanoes, geysers, craters filled with molten pools of lava.

In recent years, the land hadn't been disrupted often. The planet was by any standard a quiet one, uneventful.
She supposed the natives were in for a surprise.

And speaking of natives, it was easy enough to spot the Dominion's presence lingering around the mining colony. Aria couldn't tell how many there were or what was happening - irrelevant. It would only help their mission along if the enemy was within range.

Once the ship was secured and Aria and her companion on their way, the Sith closed her eyes, reaching invisible threads for the village.

"They're panicking," she decided quietly. Eyelids flicked back open and she turned to the masked Sith Lord moving opposite. "I never caught your name."

All she knew of the woman was her domain within the Empire. Secrets. How fitting.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Locatio=Eol sha
Allies=[member="Adron Malvern"] @ra'a'mah
Enemies=tse
Obj=evacuate civies...argue with adron?

She looked to ra and nodded with a smile, this lady she couldn't say she trusted nut was a good powerful ally and enjoyed having her presence. She looked to the soldier as he came with news and frowned as she closed her eyes...they had came yet again to bring desctrution and grief to a world of peace

She looked as he gave the order to evacuate civilians, she gave a sad sigh knowing that to these were innocent father's and mothers trying to make a honest pay now caught in a theater of war, her eyes opened wide when he told her bith were leaving, she stepped forward and spoke despite knowing he didn't wanna debate it

in sorry adron that order I can't follow, I'm gonna stand by you as lady Malvern and if need be I will fall with you...you can't make me leave

She said sternly as she glanced to ra then back to adron as she stood her ground, she looked off and saw something land knowing this wasn't good

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Eol Sha
Objective: Cleanse the world
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Tyrian"] @other Sith
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Cairyn Midore"]

Equipment: Lightsaber Mask of Secrets Armor

"No, you didn't," she replied simply, not offering any further elaboration at the time. The girl was one of the newly raised Ladies of the Sith, so until she got a better feel for her, she would keep her identity obscured by the mask and traditional Sith cloak she wore and the title she bore. What wasn't mistakable was the powerful dark side aura that clung to her as she and her companion progressed. She could feel a sense of panic among the inhabitants of the mining colony. That wasn't surprising, considering the battlecruiser in orbit and the news likely that trickled out of Krayiss II. Good, she could use that panic... that fear...

The Lord of Trials was likely already beginning his task, as must they. He might be responsible for dealing with the colony's defenders, whatever paltry force the Dominion had gathered together, but she and her companion were here to have something she considered a little more fun. Their task was really quite simple, wipe the colony off the face of the planet. It could have been achieved by the ship in orbit, or the ships that were being held in reserve if the Lord of Trials requested them from her, but that just wasn't... as grandiose a statement.

The Dominion needed to know it was those that commanded the dark side, utterly, that were responsible.

"Tell me, have you ever done such a ritual before?" she asked curiously, wishing to glean what the newest Lady might have studied.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Eol Sha
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: TSA
Objective: Evacuate the civillians

When message came through of the attack on Krayiss and that ships had entered their system, Ra still maintained the facade of being an ally of the Dominion. The order given to evacuate the civillians was acceptable and she assissted in gathering them up to board the shuttles they had just landed in. However, when Adron gave her and Anya an order that they were going along, she looked at the other woman and smile slightly.

"I'm with her, Archlord, I'm not going anywhere unless it's with you."

Other than a personality conflict, she had no issue with either Anya or Adron. Her goal here right now was to keep Adron, Anya and herself alive.

Motioning to the civillians to board the shuttles as they came up into the landing platform, she gave Adron a stubborn look and wouldn't take his order to leave.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Obelisk
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: [member="Miles Varden"], [member="Formorta"]

The blood colored blade thrummed to life with a sinister hiss as Alkor slipped out of the Interceptor after A'sharad. Between the two of them, the Sith Lord presented a larger target, and his Telekinetic prowess gave him additional fortitude against possible projectile attacks. Following in his shadow made it more difficult to target the smaller, less armored Dark Jedi.

The burst of kinetic energy preceded his landing. A'sharad let the Force flow from him like a bubble, keeping him from harm and bursting as he made contact with the surface. An invisible wave of energy buffeted Alkor as he descended, and he utilized that resistance to slow his fall, repurposing the energies that connected with his body.

That same energy exploded outward around the two men, repulsing any enemy personnel unfortunate enough to be in their direct vicinity.

The Jen'jidai alighted on the dirt not far from the Sith, carried several feet by the unnatural current. He slowly rose to his full height. Fell energies radiated forth from both dark entities, an innate ferocity that would unnerve any Force Sensitive-

And palpable enough that even those not sensitive to the Force could feel the natural fear and uneasiness.

"Slaughter the ranked underlings first," Alkor directed, pointing at the Soldier. "Make an example of them."

 

[Formorta]

Location: Krayiss II
Objective: Hold the Obelisk
Allies: [member="Miles Varden"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment: APARmk1 (see signature), Kisteer projectile rifle, duel vibro blades, dampening belt, cloaking field, thermal/ion detonators.

Two targets seemed to appeared from nowhere above the Obelisk, tiny figures which became larger and larger as they descended from above, getting within sight range she identified the two object as... people, free falling at intense speeds. Before she could zero her signs on a target, the two hit the ground, a huge kinetic impact shook around them, men and some gun emplacements being flipped over.

The wave continued in its destructive path cascading towards the Obelisk, Formorta could only watch and brace herself from the unavoidable force wave. Quickly she flipped the anti-armor rifle over, hooking the butt into a crevice and held on for dear life with all 6 arms. 'mental note, purchase a grappling hook'.

The shock wave hit, her muscles screaming for her to let go, creating a huge amount of pain, is was a good thing she didn't knowledge it any more, but still slowly and surly the rifle was slipping out of grasp. Just as the wave seemed to be passing away the oversized weapon slipped form hand, sending the sniper flying back against the wall, followed by her tumbling down the side a few time before finally summing to stop.

"I hate Sith"

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Library-temple
Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Tirdarius"]
Objective: Asset Denial

Kentarch took the oldest texts and artifacts first, loading them carefully into large black crates. The black armored soldiers loaded up several crates onto one the transports, packed with knowledge from the archives. One transport rose from the ground and took off towards the horizon before vanishing into hyperspace. After inspecting another archive room of recordings Darth Kentarch believed he could not excavate, charges were planted to maximize damage and structural collapse.

"How many ships have made it out?" Kentarch asked one of the officers.
"Only two sir." The officer replied. "Sith forces are headed this way."
"Already?" He asked, however he should have known this. Templestone was not the real prize of this conquest. "Get the charges set."

Buried beneath the earth, the Library-temple had been left neglected and at the mercy at time. Several rooms and corridors had caved in long before Kentarch arrived, as the structural integrity of the temple had slowly deteriorated over time. If Kentarch knew these Sith, which he did, they'd be stupid enough to start a pitched fight down here and causing a complete collapse and burying them all alive. Telekinetics would not save them from the thousands of metric tons caving in on them.

"How much time do we have?" Kentarch asked.
There was no response. Over the communicator there was simply a shout and the sound of blaster fire. Somewhere down the poorly lit halls he could hear a voice, someone trying to taunt him. There was no point in trying to conceal his presence, the temple's presence in the dark was too strong to detect were he was exactly, however he could not detect the enemy Sith either. Exhaling he stepped into the shadows and pulled out his lightsaber. Time to go to work.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Space, En Route to Krayiss Two
Allies: The Dominion | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Objective: Diplomacy

Frosty. That was the first word that came to mind when thinking of relations between the Alliance and the Dominion. There were reports - high level ones - that suggested connections between the Dominion and the failed rebellion by dark forces at Atrisia. Truthfully, Jacen was more concerned by Aela's state of mind than the that of the relationship with a Faction from the other side of the rim. Alliance forces had also suffered a serious defeat trying to carve deep into First Order space and security of the Rimma trade route was in jeopardy. Yet Jacen had always cared more about people than politics. He took action for those he cared about. Something Trextan seemed unable to appreciate.

Micah was still in intensive care. By all accounts his defel companion and father had yet to leave his side. It was a strain that Aela was clearly carrying.

"Aela," he called out after her. He pushed himself from his chair and intended to follow. They'd spoken candidly before. He had no idea if she actually had many people to talk to. There was certainly her apprentice, but Jacen rarely had faith in the wisdom of young people. His own failings were the cause of that.

The cerulean of hyperspace became bright lines, then the pinpricks of stars. Warning sounds emerged from the console and a holographic display came to life before them.

"Aela..." he repeated, no longer following her. "Does that curse extend to imperial fleets waiting for you at your destination?"

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Space, En Route to Krayiss Two
Allies: The Dominion | Jacen Voidstalker
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Objective: Diplomacy

He eyebrow perked up for just a split second, her gaze drifting towards the holographic display. In an instant her expression shifted from neutral, to annoyed, and then to outright anger. A curse left her lips and the young Jedi Master bashed her first against the nearby table.

"Who the hell are they?!" She recognized the designs of the ships, or rather she at the very least could tell their origins. The triangle like folds of the Imperial Star Destroyers were something that you didn't ever really forget. The One Sith had them, the Galactic Empire had them, the First Order had them, and now whoever this group had them. They were always the same of course, Empire's and those who ran around with Star Destroyers. She could see the etched marks on some of the scan feeds, the symbol unrecognizable to her.

"Imperials?" She asked Jacen. "Sith?"

The Young woman had been somewhat out of the intelligence loop over the last few months. She had spent her time teaching younglings on Wroosti. She'd of course heard of the rise of the Sith in the Caldera, but that had been little more than rumor in her new home. Besides, this wasn't exactly the Caldera and Aela wasn't exactly sure what she was looking at. The Jedi glanced at Jacen for some sort of guidance, hoping that at the very least he'd have an idea of what was happening.

"Hang on, we have incoming."

The pilot called from the cockpit, the alarms buzzing throughout the ship muting as the lights dimmed to a deep red. In an instant Aela felt sick to her stomach, though the Starhawk was armed well enough that it could at the very least handle a few fighters. The Jedi Master scowled and rushed towards the seat next to her things, strapping herself in. "Get us to the surface!"

They were hopelessly outmatched in the air.