Annihilation Twilight of the Gods || EE Annihilation of Panatha

[STRATCOM]

The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call.

Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris

Eternal Empire Staff:
Ingrid L'lerim , Taozi Fuyuan , Felmorante L'lerim , Rolin Doan

Annihilation Duration: August 15th - September 15th​

At the end of the skirmish on Panatha, merely a few weeks later, drastic events took place on the planet. In the end, no one succeeded in stopping the ritual, and the Sith managed to complete it. As a result of the ritual, a Planetary Dark Side Nexus was created, which affected the entire planet and its immediate environment. The planet was far from dead, the locals tried to rebuild what could be saved, or even built cities elsewhere. But now the priorities have shifted.

All over the planet, rifts have opened towards the Netherworld, which occasionally open and close to swallow everything nearby. Huge cracks and fissures formed on the surface of the planet. Curse had a chance to learn from Tython and what Darth Solipsis did there. It is true, the reality did not break here and the reality did not twist either, but the fabric of the Realspace was torn here as well and countless demons, souls and other horrors emerged from the Netherworld.

The cracks triggered earthquakes, volcanoes on the planet also erupted, tsunamis formed in the ocean, and the air became toxic in many places. Those were merely the physical effects caused by the ritual. The Nexus's own effect wasn't exactly pleasant either. The planet was shrouded in darkness, the rifts that appeared on the planet expanded further with each Force ability. And the darkness of Bogan began to corrupt everything and everyone on the planet.

The effect on the weakest people was immediate, many people went crazy as a result, the stronger ones were able to resist, but everyone kept hearing whispers and screams. The darkness is strong enough to severely weaken the Light Side of Ashla. However, there is still a chance to stop it all. If the Light side is able to close the rifts, the ritual could potentially be reversed. But with all of the chaos and destruction on the planet, the Dark Side of the Force is immensely powerful in this place.

With a severe lack of light-side Force Users in the Eternal Empire, help is desperately needed from the other superpowers in the Galaxy. Tython took a heavy toll on everyone involved, the Eternal Empire being no exception. But if this heinous ritual can not be prevented, all of those lives would have been lost for nothing...

Objectives​

(Warposting / Duels)​

The Eternal Empire has always been proud and aloof, so asking for help proved to be quite difficult on their part. In the last two or three weeks, a small standing war has developed between the Maw and the enemy forces, not only on Panatha, but in the entire Pacanth Reach. The Maw was able to raid and loot these worlds, and many voluntarily joined them against the Eternal Empire. And the main location is again on Panatha. This is the base that the Empire, the Ashlan Crusade, and the Eternal Empire built together and used earlier too.

According to the rumours, the Eternal Empire has brought a test weapon to the planet that, in the worst-case scenario, could destroy the planet. It is certain that the Eternal Empire and the Allied forces have strengthened the defences of the base and its surroundings, however, the Maw still have plans for the planet, which is why they do not want the Allies to launch and test the weapon.

The terrain is not the best for the fight, there are mountains, jungles, the ruins of the capital, and corrupted areas nearby, which can destroy the morale of both sides, not to mention the continuous rains. Humid, muddy, jungle areas can make it very difficult for the defenders of the base, as well as the attackers. And then there was no mention of the rifts and demons that appear from time to time, nor of the events that could engulf the warring parties.

The Eternal Empire and the allied forces helping them must protect the base at all costs and engage the enemy forces, because the bomb cannot fall into the hands of the Maw. Not to mention, the fact they keep the ground forces can also help evacuate the planet.

(Fleeting PvP / Evacuation / PvE)​

Due to the consequences on the planet, many people wanted to escape from the planet, but it was not so easy, not even the locals now accepted the Eternal Empire's and the other factions’ help in this. The Maw captured most of the fleeing ships to augment their own army and fleet, or shot the ships down. It became apparent to everyone very quickly as the fighting began that the enemy, the Maw, did not want those on the planet to leave the planet.

Meanwhile, huge masses want to leave the planet, which is made difficult by the Maw. The Eternal Empire and the Allies are trying their best to get as many refugees off the planet as possible, while the Maw is trying to prevent just that. That is why there are continuous battles between the two sides, which are also carried out in space and in the atmosphere.

Due to disasters, debris falling from space and battles, the atmosphere is almost on fire, ion and other storms are almost constant, which makes atmospheric battles difficult. But actually, now the battles in space are not exactly the easiest either, since the space around the planet is already full of shipwrecks of various sizes...

(Duels / Ritual)​

While battles were fought on land, in the air, and in space, there was a third important location for today. The ship of Kyrel Ren was found in a more protected place, away from the fighting, on board of which the main knight and leader of the Ren Order was preparing for a ritual. Part of this ritual is why the Maw is trying to prevent those on the planet from escaping. Away from the ship, one can already feel the Dark Side energies from afar and that new rifts are being created nearby, or existing ones are expanding, which is already threatening the entire solar system.

Because of this, one of the most important tasks for the Eternal Empire and hopefully the Allies is to get on Kyrel Ren's ship and stop him before he can perform the ritual he wants. If the man succeeds, it could have unforeseeable consequences, even for the entire Unknown Region.

Last but not least, the Maw even holds hostages on this ship, including people who have been captured by the Maw, and especially by the Death's Hand. It is even important to the Eternal Empire that those who go to the ship free these prisoners as well.

Help is needed, as the ship is not only a fortress on the outside, but also on the inside, thanks to its fearsome protection and to the best personal forces
of Death's Hand and Maw.

(Duels and PvE for newcomers)
Panatha​

To the west of the Galactic Alliance, a member of the Tython Accords, defenders of the Galaxy at on its namesake World, is besieged by crisis after crisis.

Marauders destroy the core worlds of the Eternal Empire. Netherworld rifts grant abominable spirits passage to the Galaxy. The Sith run rampant in civilized space.

The Eternal Empire sends out a distress call to the warriors who stood side by side with theirs at Tython, asking for aid as chaos threatens to engulf their worlds. The Alliance, though wary of an Empire's intention, responds with a covert task group of GADF and Jedi, authorized to destroy the roving bands of marauders and close the nether rifts plaguing the Eternal Empire's worlds.

The Western Galactic civilizations cannot fall prey to the Maw.

(Other Narratives / Assisting Warposters / Etc.)​

The Maw and the Allied forces clash in countless places on the planet and in the solar system. However, it should not be forgotten that not everyone is coming to help the Eternal Empire in this crisis. Others may be driven by ulterior motives. The planet is the homeworld of the Zambrano family and they have many friends and enemies in the galaxy. So it is conceivable that some people come here for their own interests.

There are countless Sith relics, ruins, and the like on the planet. Last but not least, there will certainly be those who try to close the rifts and thus try to prevent the impending catastrophe. But apart from these, there are countless other possibilities and stories on the planet or in the system that can be told.

The point is that everyone has a good time and tells a great story.

OOC coordination thread.​

Thanks to Avelion for the Panatha map.
Thanks to The Mongrel for the "Twilight of the Gods" title/name.
And thanks to everyone who helped build or implement the story.​

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Objective: Try to stop and kill Kyrel.
Location: The Devourer
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Kyrel Ren | Closed
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

[ Incense and Iron ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• She arrives to Kyrel's ship.
• She arrives to Kyrel's chamber.

OOC: The events and the collision between the two ships happened after discussion and agreement.​

The ENS Crimson Empress was not present during the fights, until now. Or no one knew about it; however, in recent days, the people of the Eternal Empress and Terraris Command, led by Fleet Admiral Cal Osborn, have been thinking of a plan. The most important ship in the current fighting was not Tu'teggacha's former ship, the Fatalis, now used by Darth Mori. For Ingrid, it was Kyrel Ren 's ship. Among other things, because Ren was also on the ship, and she had an unfinished business with the man after Mustafar, and on the other hand, the Eternal Imperial soldiers captured by Maw were also on the ship.

By now it was certain that Ren, Zachariel and Ingrid wanted the same thing, the destruction of the Force and the Sith, but still in ways that were different. And she didn't want to accept the method that Kyrel and Zach wanted. Although Zach's methods were better than what the Wrath of the Maw wanted. That was why she was in alliance with the gen'daii; true Steelblood was her lover too for another matter. However, Kyrel, who wanted to destroy everything, was really a point in the story that she couldn't let go.

And she wasn't going to let that happen.

Ingrid saw the same thing on Mustafar that Kyrel did, which was one of the reasons why she wanted to see him dead. Up until the previous day she had been on the planet and had been fighting there, but now with the plan and the intelligence the priorities had changed. The generals are also able to defend the base on the planet. The red-haired woman did not yet know that a ritual would be prepared up there.

They figured the best way to land would be for the Crimson Empress to fly straight into Ren's flagship. They won't be able to shoot each other at close range, but at least they can easily transfer to the other ship if necessary. And the damage can be repaired later. And if the Crimson Empress were to be destroyed by the Maw, but the other plan succeeds, then the sacrifice would be worth it.

A short hyperspace jump, that is a micro jump, followed from the other system, and the Crimson Empress appeared not so far away near the Devourer. Exceptionally, she did not disguise herself, but Cal Osborn, who was piloting the ship, directed the ship on a course to collide with the enemy ship.

The Crimson Empress took advantage of being more manoeuvrable and faster than the other ship, even though they were the same size. Because of this, the Devourer could not avoid the collision, and the Crimson Empress crashed into it. Both ships had great defences and shields, so they suffered similar damage. The sides of both ships were ripped apart for a very long area, however the shields prevented catastrophic consequences and both ships were able to preserve their atmospheres and gravity, so nothing escaped into space.

However, thanks to this, the way between the two ships was free and the people on the ships could easily board the other ship. The plan worked for now, the next step could follow.

After the two ships collided and the passage between them was free, Ingrid teleported to the other ship. The Empress sensed where Kyrel was and she planned to go there. She stopped for a moment when she sensed another presence. This was very unpleasant; Zachariel was also here on the ship. And she didn't want her friend to get hurt. On Tython, she realised that she thought of her lover as a friend and not just an ally, and partly that's why she didn't kill him there. Now, however, she had other things to do; the red-haired woman had to deal with something else.

And that person was none other than Wrath of the Maw.

She felt exactly where the man was, so she headed in that direction. Invisible, hiding her presence. Since the man was quite far away, the woman covered the distance by running and teleporting several times. She avoided all fights and confrontations with the forces and persons on the ship. The red-haired woman didn't want to be slowed down. That's why she chose this method anyway.

Finally, after many minutes, Ingrid arrived at a door, on the other side of which was Kyrel. Two guards were waiting in front of the door. A few moments later, there was a flash of two black and red steel blades, followed by two thuds, Ingrid became visible, blood dripping from her two blades. She looked up at the door and stepped closer. She counted on the fact, she'd have to teleport inside. Now she let her power be felt on the ship, she no longer hid her presence. In fact, she even greeted Kyrel in advance.

~ We have an unfinished business since Mustafar, Wrath. What we saw in the Netherworld and because of what you're going to do here. Even though our goals are similar, I can't let you live. ~ she told him.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The Light of Ashla
Champion and Avatar of Ashla​

Objective: Try to stop the ritual and prevent Zach to reach Kyrel and Ingrid.
Location: The Devourer
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood | Closed
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

[ Valkyrjan ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ["Essonian"] | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• She arrives to Kyrel's ship.

It still couldn't be said that Eina wanted Panatha. It was very unpleasant when Curse simply banished her from Realspace straight to where she belonged, the Netherworld. She didn't know if it was on purpose or by accident, but she was right near the Dark Three. When she was just a Valkyrja, there's a chance that the three Avatars wouldn't even have felt her presence, because it wasn't too significant, but now she was Ashla's Avatar, the incarnation of the Light Side. Her presence immediately attracted the three nemesis to her.

On one occasion during the fight, she heard the thoughts and prayers of old Erskine Barran from somewhere far away. The way she heard Gei after what happened on Korriban.

Eina, I'm ready.

~ No, your time has not yet come Lord-Regent. ~ she thought.

She had never been forced to fight them alone before, but now she had to. Or, if she fought alone, then only one opponent, not three. True, she was now an avatar, but the other three were much stronger than her. And during the fight, Rebirth realised that it was Eina who had meddled in the lives of the Avatar's favourites, the members of the Scar Hounds Tribe.

"It was you! You created them! Where is their father? Where is The Mongrel's soul? He belongs to us!" she said.

"Yes, the twins were a gift to him and his chosen one. He does not belong to you, he chose freedom, he is in a place where you will never find him, where you or the Maw will never hurt him again. Where he can wait for his wife to join him and be together forever, as they were meant to be, as their fate was written since they met at Carlac." she answered.

"You had no right to take him from us, to rip him out of our cycle, Valkyrja. His soul belongs to us!" the Dark Avatar replied.

"Rebirth, it wasn't me, it was the girl. It was done by a mortal, non-Force User girl. It was Mercy who redeemed him and saved him. Because there are things that even you or the Force have no control over. And this is love and what mortals would do for the one they love more than anything." Eina said.

It was at this point that she shocked the Dark Three with her words, who probably didn't expect to be "defeated" by a mere mortal. And for Eina, it was the perfect opportunity to escape from the three Avatars through one of the nearby rifts before they killed her. The rifts still lead near Panatha. And the former Valkyrja arrived in a ship's hangar, bleeding golden ichor, tired and exhausted.

A few moments later, she too fell to the ground due to a huge impact. It was the moment the Crimson Empress crashed into the Devourer that she realised she was aboard a Maw ship. Eina immediately retrieved the necessary information from MANIAC and the Eternal Imperial network. Rescue operation. She seemed to be in the best possible place; Eina could only hope that her injuries and weakness, that she had not been able to meditate for days or weeks, would not hinder the mission.

According to them, the Maw was still at Panatha. What has happened since she was gone?

 

[Silhana Cadera]

Silhana Lolaes'ra
Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer
Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild​

Objective: Try to save the hostages.
Location: The Devourer
Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | 2x Beskad | Besar'gam | Mandalorian vambrace || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

[ Mando music ]
"Galactic Basic" | <"Mandalorian"> | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >>​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• She arrives to Kyrel's ship.

I guess I should say it's not the most well-thought-out rescue mission. I mean, are we seriously planning to fly into the other ship? I really couldn't have come up with a better plan in just a few hours. So I found myself aboard on the Crimson Empress, hoping that among other things we would be able to free Ana, who had been captured on Evaar'la Yaim…

As for that planet, I just got away with fighting Kralmus Orr . In the end, I successfully escaped before I became his breakfast. Literally. Most of us survived that day against the Death's Hand, but we also had losses. I decided to help free those who were captured. But so many of us died that it even cried out for revenge. And then I didn't even mention the unpleasant event that I had to flee in defeat.

To escape. I don't know when I've had a fight that ended like this last time. But let's face it, he was wearing much heavier armour than me, and not to mention that he was at least at the level of a Supercommando member, and I was very far from that level. I was a scout, very good at that, and a good fighter, but there are situations when I know I don't have much of a chance. As for the previously mentioned beskar ammunition, I haven't done that yet. I know how the Mandalorians feel about that sort of thing. They considered it great heresy.

While I was thinking about this, the alarms on the ship sounded and warned us to prepare for a collision. I held on and checked the seat belt, which I used to strap myself to the seat. Moments later, it turned out that this was really necessary. I wouldn't have been able to stay on my feet if I hadn't been sitting and I probably would have picked up quite a few injuries by now. It would not have been pleasant to start a fight with them. But fortunately, I was lucky because I followed the rules.

After the crash, I unbuckled my seat belt and flew in the right direction with a jetpack. Fortunately, the two ships collided enough that even the space could be avoided between them, although I could have lasted in my armour until I got to the other ship. I managed to do all this completely, I arrived at one of the hangars.

<< This is Silhana! I arrived at the Maw ship; first we needed to find a terminal to find out where Ana and the others were being held. It's a damn big ship, we're probably going to face a lot of resistance. Everyone, be careful! K'oyacyi! >> I told on the comm. channel.

It was time to get down to what we came here for…

 

[Dodhorn Harert]

Dodhorn Harert, Hellwolf of Mandalore
Alor of the Clan Harert, Sith Lord, Former Mandalore of Ruthless​

Objective: Defend the ritual, kill the interlopers.
Location: The Devourer
Equipment: Beskar'gam | 2x Beskad | 2x Su'arnr be Tracyn | 1x red blade lightsaber
Writing With: Garrus Garon
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

[ Army of the Night ]
<"Mandalorian or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• She starts to hunt.

Back in Dodhorn's time, there was a saying that the Sith hated only one thing more than the Jedi, and that was other Sith. And the Hellwolf was an old fashioned Sith Lady; she lived in the age when the Sith did not yet form an order, but acted independently and killed each other just like anyone else. Now, even though she was a member of the New Sith Order, she didn't particularly keep in touch with them, only joining because of Khamul Kryze . She had to keep her eyes on the Mand'alor.

Most of her connections were with Death's Hand; With the help of Dodhorn, they got through to the woman's former throne world, and from there soon to Panatha. The Hellwolf also joined them here, on Kyrel's ship. ShHe had spent the last few days on the ship when she learned that there would be a ritual on the ship that needed to be protected. She sighed; it's a ritual again. Even the previous one had to leave her defence there, because her own people had to rush to help, because the members of the Enclave overpowered them.

So she waited for now; she figured that once the ritual began, this ship would be a target anyway. The Hellwolf didn't even think that all this would happen before. In one of the control rooms, she was watching the movement of ground troops when the Crimson Empress exited hyperspace, not too far from the Devourer. The woman had been in a lot of battles, so she knew exactly what course the other ship was approaching. She put on her helmet and prepared for the crash, which soon happened.

It was clear what purpose the crash served, especially since there were quite a few captured Mandalorians on board. The collision was a bold and surprising solution, the woman liked it. And with almost two hundred years of combat experience, it was clear to Dodhorn that the other ship could have collided because they wanted a boarding party. It was time to welcome them. The ship wasn't damaged enough to be destroyed, it looked like great fun.

<"Release the Blood Wolves!"> she said the short and concise order.

She brought quite a few of Clan Harer's famous alchemy modified hounds. And the woman grinned in a predatory manner under her helmet. She could already feel the blood of her victims. This looked like great fun and hunting today. And Dodhorn was a predator and, as always, she was thirsty for the blood of her enemies. She also quickly checked her armour and weapons. Everything was fine.

After that, she went to the place where the enemy could arrive...

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Freedom
Mongrel's Shadow and his widow; Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe; Guardian of Mongrel's armour and sword​

Objective: Survive
Location: Unknown Location
Equipment: N/A
Writing With: Tu'teggacha (and as Kallan) | Closed

[ Come back… ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• Mercy dreams with Asher.
• Mercy senses someone arrives to her cell.
• Keilara wants to do something to save the twins, and she asks Kallan's help.

~ Mercy ~
I know it was just a dream, but I don't care. At least I can be with him here. When our minds perfectly connected and became one, I knew, learned and experienced all his memories, thoughts and feelings as he knew mine. It was easy to manifest him in my dreams. I know it wasn't him, not really, but he was, in everything, as my mind and subconscious remembered him. At least in my dreams I was with him in some way. There were a lot of memories that I could use for this.

That's all I have left, while I'm here and not with her over there in the Netherworld...

I was at home with him. Our home in that long life was the same as in our minds. We were in the living room, on the couch. I snuggled up to him, burying my face in his chest as I sobbed. He hugged me and stroked my back and hair soothingly. The only place I could show weakness was my mind palace or my dreams, but he was the only person before whom I was not ashamed of my weakness. Before everyone else, it was another question.

~ I am weak, I am not worthy to be your wife or your mate. ~ I sobbed, guilt, survivor's guilt I guess. ~ I've always let you down, on Jakku, then on the GA ship, Dromund Kaas, Odessen, and Tython... and now. Tu'teggacha is planning to take the twins and I can't stop him. I need you, my love… I want to be with you. I love you and miss you so much… ~

I embraced him even tighter and started sobbing even harder, I couldn't talk anymore, I just sobbed as I buried myself in the feelings I "inherited" when our minds became one. As if he was comforting me, this is how I felt his embrace, his scent. He said something, something that was similar to what he said in our alternate life in one of the similar situations, but I barely heard it, it was just a soothing whisper. That's how I could feel that he loved me, even though I didn't deserve it. He died because of me…

In reality, someone was approaching, I felt it with my mind. The dream immediately shattered and my eyes opened in reality. Here I was alone, I couldn't feel him anymore, only the memories and the feelings left behind. And that was little, very little. The twins kicked a huge one in my belly. The day was very close. The day when he was happiest and proudest in our alternate life.

I've shut everyone out of my mind since I've been here. I don't know when, where, because MANIAC can't connect to any network either. I was blind and deaf. I could not send a single message to Thomas Barran or connect to the HoloNet. So I slept most of the day to be with Asher. I locked myself away in their own home, ruled out the twins, Kallan and Keilara. I was in the deepest part of the mind palace. I wanted to be alone. Okay, that wasn't entirely true, who I wanted to be with, it was impossible, Asher wasn't here.

I lay with my back to the entrance of the cell, I didn't even bother to check if I was in a room or in an energy cell. Probably somewhere I couldn't escape in the current situation. By now even the slightest movement was painful and I could hardly move due to the progress of the pregnancy.

I did not turn towards the door when I sensed that the visitor was fully here.

"Go away! I don't want to talk!" I snarled loudly enough.

The worst part was that I knew Asher would be very sad to see me like this, but I couldn't do anything about it.

~ Keilara ~
It didn't happen often that I got nervous. True, my actual existence is not that long. But now I am nervous. Ever since Mercy was captured by Tu'teggacha's men, I haven't gone out of the house to the rest of the mind palace for safety. I knew it was safe, but it still worried me. And Mercy locked herself away and ruled out everything from that part of the mind palace where she was. There were no more flaws on the walls, and Tu'teggacha wasn't even able to get in here during Ziare's time. We've gotten a lot stronger in nearly a decade, I hoped he wouldn't surpass our progress.

Especially since there were three of us holding those shields and not just one personality.

But the worst part was that it wasn't about us. I'm usually just as accepting as Kallan. I accepted what fate had in store for me or for him. But this wasn't about us. Now this was about two innocent souls who could do nothing about it. Who are much more special than they were in the other life. They were normal children there, but not here. Here they already had their personality, or at least part of it. If Tu'teggacha finds out about this… I don't know, it will have unforeseeable consequences.

I continued to walk nervously up and down the living room. I don't know how much I could have annoyed Kallan with it. I finally stopped and looked at him. Probably, that is, definitely, words were not needed now, thanks to the bond between the two of us, he had to know exactly what hurt and what bothered me.

~ We have to do something. I can't just sit here and wait for the small green monster to just take the twins. We can't lose them Kallan, we can't… ~ I said desperately.

In a biological sense, our children are also our children, only other personalities are the parents, but that still makes them ours. And they also called us mother and father. Although my hormones weren't raging, due to my lack of control over my body, but my maternal instincts were. I accepted my own fate, but I wanted the best for the twins. Mercy was the fighter, but I was also ready to fight for the children, I would have done anything to keep them safe.

~ We have to do something… I know we're not warriors, but I want to know them safely. ~ I said again.

I don't know what to do or how. This is not such a simple situation to just run away from somewhere to somewhere. I wish we were in a position to protect children...

 

[DECEASED Aron Gowrie]

1st post

TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY
OBJECTIVE 1

WILDCAT_ONE
TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA
MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION

BELIGERENTS
(EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH)

Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara
Enigma Actual Bex Tarring Hiran Avola Saul Vandron Tyrell Lockhart Nukth Kelga'an
Heinrich Faust Elysium Dusk Scipio Kaarz

Kyrel Ren
Keilara Kala'myr Erion Justeene Ronar
Khamul Kryze

TRIBULATIONS OF THE WILDCATS III: A FOREST AFLAME - PART 1

FOB: Tuatha, Mt. Suntower,
Canthar Province, Panatha (Early-Spring 877 ABY)

'Milord, lads came back from their patrol. All operators alive, all fine an' well, but- well.... They brought something back with them.'​

Lord Aron had been smoking in solitary silence, standing outside his billet as he enjoyed the small break from his usual coordination efforts when one of the division's many platoon-leaders rounded the corner, approaching at a quiet though receptive stroll as Gowrie enjoyed a last draw before venturing to stub out the cigarra. But something was off, and to such an extent that the Kellas could almost smell it in the air by the time he started studying the look in his subordinate's eye, and in moments like these, the superstitious warning-signs always gave early clues that there were supernatural horrors to expect along the way.

'The absolute state o' you, Kerr! Ye look like you've seen a ghost, for feth's sake! Get a grip o' yersel!'

However, instead of standing straight and taking his Major-General's advice, the already-wide eyes widened further, but with a rage never before seen in any of his non-commissioned staffers; or at least, certainly not in this sort of anger towards their own comrades, and certainly not at that level intensity, not even among the Woads, Highlanders and Carracks who joined Wildcat Division in recent years. Those days of animosity between the Goidelic tribes, as intense and (in some cases) as recent as those harsh, warlike times had been on the home-front. Making it worse was the fact his subordinate was no doubt a lower-clansman of the Sinclairs, seen by the wolf-and-thistle patch underneath the military ensign; making the wild-eyed Warrant Officer of Woad-born descent to add to the strangeness of the moment even further, as this was mostly due to the fact none of Barran's clansmen (nor those of Clan Sinclair) were ever known for random emotional volatilities.

And least of all in the unwarranted flareups, for calls to reason and calm were likely to be the best of advices as hostilities continued.

'I think you need to follow me, Milord. We haven't the time for this.... Move!'

Gowrie was half-expecting to be manhandled for lack of cooperation as the Sergeant-Major approached with jaw clenched, but when he surreptitiously began to draw his blade, the wild-eyed clansman slapped the Kellas across the chest-pocket with a little bundle of bloody unit-designation pouches, holding the torn-off patches in place with the topmost kept in plain view with one clear reason in mind. And when Gowrie finally looked down at the bloodsoaked coat-patches, and at the topmost in particular, he understood his subordinate's rage, and more than most in that moment. After all, anger was the rational response, and the strong-hearted response at that, though the Wildcats' Major-General knew there would be much in the way of the fearful seen in the eyes of the majority.

The Kellas had not even ventured to walk out to the FOB's postern gate yet, and he knew exactly the sort of effect such ill-omens would have on the Woad-Macushla, knowing the response to be those of fear and grief on the grounds that more than enough of their fathers had served in the contingent in question. And yet, making it all worse was the history associated with it, as many of the younger Woads' fathers had perished in service to this battle-bloodied band of brothers in particular, all brutally slain as they fought proudly under the banner of Clan Barran's Blue-Lion.

Fighting for the renowned and revered Blue-Heart Brigade, serving proudly to the last gasp.

Yer jokin', sur.... What sort o' ghoul would wage war like this?​

It took Gowrie a good moment or two to process the devilish implications that went with the patches he held in his hands, along with the insignias for both the Fighting First and the old Wildcat Battalion with it, as all in the three blood-soaked rags he held seemed more out of place than anything else on current-year Panatha. Considering the uncanny nature of it all as he stormed off ahead of Sergeant-Major Kerr, the Kellas was still courteous enough in his rage to reply,'I understand now, but this doesn't dissuade me, nor will the reports o' the screams for that matter.', as he walked southward to find the other shocked operators from Kerr's platoon.

'We hold, an' we prevail here.... On Panatha.... Whatever it takes, we burn this planet an' everything on it! The reports mean nothing, the Sith mean nothing, the Epicanthix mean nothing, an' these blood-soaked symbols of our past - don't even get me started on that caper.'

The blame for such dark tidings rested firmly with the Maw, and with their usual propensity for all such things that were fittingly lich-like and morbid enough not to put it past them, seemingly showing to be of a mind in the moment Kerr responded,'You think its that Rift, part o' this Mawite ritual o'er west a few weeks ago.... Excuse my outburst, Milord. But I must admit, you're not alone in that assumption.', inquiring along a line of inquiry that greatly impressed the Major-General, though he was no doubt taken aback by the sudden pertinence for a moment or two. But then the Kellas snapped into coherence in time to keep the Woad from walking off impatiently, nodding appreciatively as the rains started beating down on the outpost around them, but still holding Kerr's gaze without distraction despite the sudden heaviness of the downpour.

'No, as far as I see it, you've displayed good pertinence and initiative here. An' on those grounds alone, I think you'll just be stickin' wae me the-day.... But enough o' that, go gather your platoon - I'll be speaking with your subordinates as soon as I get the officers up t'speed.'

Leaving Kerr alone to run southwards, Gowrie was somewhat trapped in a listless standstill by the time he looked up to the other officers' billets, looking through the mists to see if he was close enough to be heard by the other coordinators of the main vanguard forces, inhaling deep through his nostrils in the moment he spotted his colleagues.

'BEX, SCIPIO!!!! READY UP!!!! LOOKS LIKE ITS GAME-TIME!!!!'

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective 2: Evacuate
Tags: Mig Gred | Tegan Starfall | Open
Links: Beskad Elite | Beskad Warriors | More to be added as needed​

Home, that which all Mando'ade cherished. To some, it was Mandalore, to others the planets of their clans and houses. Despite this, there were still other worlds they cherished. In the case of Clan Mortui and Adenn, their home was Tracyn, yet they cherished Panatha as well. For Adenn personally, this was because it was his wife's home, and the home of House Fitz-Kierke.

Across Panatha, war raged, on heaven as on earth. The Sith, or at least Adenn assumed it was the Sith, had begun foul rituals alongside the Maw. Or perhaps they were sponsored by them, or something else, Adenn wasn't too sure. But in the grand scheme of things, he knew he had to fight them both, all while defending the evacuation ship. It would be tough, but tough was what Adenn had come to expect in life, as nothing ever came freely.

So now, he and his men were dug in around the primary evacuation port. Technically part of the allied outpost, they were still separated and autonomous. This was both a boon and a curse, for it left them to their own devices, but also left much of the chaos in their hands. However, thanks to their close ties to the Panathans, things would go far more smoothly than with the rest of the defenders. Not to mention, many were more focused on fighting the Maw.

It was admirable, but as Adenn looked at the horde of evacuees, Adenn knew some things were more important. Looking over the defenses, he sighed at how rushed they were. Sure, trenches and bunkers had been set up, corridors set for evacuees. But he saw sections where it would be far easier to break through, areas where there was ample cover up to the barricades. These areas were augmented by the Beskad Warriors, but still, it wasn't a good feeling. Not to mention, so much of the city had been lost that this was one of only a few bastions of order remaining.

Turning to his Panathan advisor, a member of House Fitz-Kierke and loyal to Aditya, he spoke.

"How many are coming and how many can we get out?"

"Many thousands. Countless of them don't trust the EE and their kind, so they come to you instead. They come here, because Fitz-Kierke and Mortui are close. Granted, we all must leave through the same port, but many will accept nothing but that given by you Mandalorians. So I would estimate a third to half their number, perhaps more if we are lucky."

It was an answer Adenn expected, but one he also dreaded. Most of House Fitz-Kierke was coming to him, for their close ties if nothing else. And others followed, for the promise of freedom and escape. No doubt, others of their allies would see this and wish to speak to him. Perhaps they too would help him save his wife's people, though he knew not many would trust their aid.

Sighing, Adenn nodded to the woman, turning to look back, towards a warzone. Hell had come to this world, how many souls would it claim before it was pushed back, or before it consumed this place? Adenn didn't want to know the answer and he would do all he could to keep that number low. For his wife and for her people.

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Objective 3: Fight
Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Closed
Links: Weapons​

The Devourer, flagship of one Kyrel Ren. It was here that they had met to decide the Maws course of action. Here that the death of worlds had been planned anew. And it would be here where Zachariel would fight over Panatha. For his own reasons, he didn't wish to fight on Panatha's surface, nor take slaves from its hold. Largely that was to do with respecting Ingrid too much, it was also because he saw the need to defend ships such as these. They couldn't afford many more ship losses, at least not for a while.

For that reason, he and his Bloodsworn were spread out to defend various ships. Zachariel himself chose to remain on the Devourer, in honor of his alliance with Kyrel, and he knew it would be targeted by the enemy's leadership. Few wouldn't recognize this as a ship of extreme importance, meaning it had to be defended. Further, Zachariel had a feeling he would meet an old friend here once more.

So, as they neared Panatha, Zachariel wandered the halls, ensuring the defenders of this vessel knew that they were being watched. He didn't bother interfering, but the fact a warlord was watching over them made many of the new slave soldiers wary to try anything. They would fight now, for fear that they would face his wrath if they didn't.

Then they entered Panathan space, going towards the enemy as they did so. Through the Force and comms, he was alerted to the enemy coming to them. Soon, the ship shook as another crashed into them. Zachariel knew who it was in an instant, sensing her as she teleported aboard. Grinning at her presence, Zachariel turned in her direction and began marching.

Senses spreading out, he called to his lover through the Force.
"Welcome my dear, I hope you enjoy your stay."

At the same time, he sensed the presence of another, that of Eina. Humming thoughtfully, Zachariel continued on his way, curious as to what Eina was doing here as well.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Objective: Destroy the Sith, kill the Dar'manda
Location: The Devourer
Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle
Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc.
Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith

---

Panatha, a Haven for the Sith. It was not the Sith that drew the Old Warrior from his hermitage in Wild Space though it was the Dar'manda, what he called any Mandalorian faction that had turned away from the path and made a covenant with dark forces. He'd heard rumors of this Khamul Kryze and his followers, Mandalorians who were in league with the Brotherhood of the Maw and it was enough to stir him to action.

Garrus Garon had taken his Beskad from his mantle and now it would only be returned when it was stained red with the blood of his enemies.

Once the Crimson Empress had made contact with Devourer, scraping armor plating plating away from the hulls of both ships and ripping decks apart as the collision smashed durastell and bonded it together he was among the first cross the threshold. Accompanied by several Mando'ade from the Clan Garron as well as others of the Enclave who had taken up the cause against the Sith with him they moved forward. Once they were inside, in the corridors and on the decks of the Devourer the fighting came almost instantly....

They had assembled themselves like 'Breacher Teams' with large shields at the front apt at soaking up damage from blaster and kinetic fire while those beyond struck back with blasterire and small arms of their own. It would be a battle of inches in the corridors, the 'Breachers' moving forward and soaking enemy fire while driving their foes back. Tight spaces were where they excelled in comparison to the wider decks that afforded different tactics and multiple arcs of fire.

"Forward!"

...called the Warrior, his voice ringing out from beneath the cover of his Buy'ce. The Blaster Rifle in his right hand firing from between the gaps of his shield and gunning down enemy soldiers in the rank and file while the 'Teroch Shield' on his left arm offered another layer of protection.

When the 'Blood Wolves' burst from the enemy combatants, rushing down corridors to meet the Mandalorians it caused an unexpected dynamic in the flow of combat. One of the Wolves leaping up onto the shield of a 'Breacher' would knock them backwards and the whip like tails would snap and probe over the cover looking for any weak spot they could find. Claws and Teeth gnashed and scraped against the Breaching Shields held at the fore. Garrus would only call...

"Sith beasts!"

...his voice rising high over the din of combat...

"Kill them quickly!"

...almost as if on cue a Blood Wolf leaping over the 'Breachers' at the front of the Mandalorians would come at Garrus, maw wide and hungry. He'd raise his Shield up to take it take the brunt of the beasts impact on its face then swing it aside to throw the 'Blood Wolf' against a corridor wall. Its tail would knock the Blaster Rifle free of Garrus hand before the Warrior retrieved his Beskad and plunged it deep into torso of the creature, sinking his iron all the way to the heart until the monster stilled.

It was done but the fighting continued.

 

[Thomas Barran]

1ST POST

TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY

THE_BLOODHOUND
TRIBAL-WARLORD OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARDEN OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
GRANDMASTER OF THE TRI-LUNAR CLIQUE

BELIGERENTS
(BOTM/DH/SH Vs. EE/EMPIRE/AC)

Kyrel Ren Tegan Starfall Tu'teggacha
Keilara Kala'myr Erion Justeene Ronar
Khamul Kryze

Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Esmeralda Io
Enigma Actual Bex Tarring Hiran Avola Saul Vandron
Amadeus Blackwood Nukth Kelga'an Wolfram Triko
Heinrich Faust Elysium Dusk

SHRIVEN NO MORE: FEAR THE SMOKE, FEAR THE SAVAGES - PART 1

MARKWOOD MARSHES, SPIREWATCH FOREST,
CANTHAR PROVINCE, PANATHA (EARLY-SPRING 877 ABY)

"All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are." - General Carl Von Clausewitz (1780-1831)

~=Mercy.... I wanted to help, I wanted you to be safe.=~​

'Fething Taskmaster, man.'

After weeks of avoiding capture in his patrols on Panatha, following the sudden coordinated efforts of the civilised powers that pushed the Scar Hounds back from the western segments of the Spirewatch jungle, Barran was already furious. And yet, the continuation of Kala'myr's silence only drove that rage home even deeper, understanding that for as long as their telepathic connection was severed this way, the Bloodhound would have no idea if the Tribal Matriarch had escaped or not, and worse, no way for Thomas to know if Mercy had survived or not.

The worst of predicaments, the worst of luck, and the worst of hands to play from the strategic back-foot.

'DARKHAAAAAAAANS!!!!'

But Thomas, much like his father, was very much a chancer. Willing to gamble on the wildest outside odds, even out of pocket in such a way, not even the very situation the Scar Hounds had been landed in could dissuade the Bloodhound from wreaking havoc to frightening effect. The Galaxy itself had seemingly dropped onto Panatha's surface to break his will, cornering Barran like a wild animal, with his only saving grace being the rift that split opposing contingents off in their attempt to assail the tribe's corner of the jungle, such that brought about memories of his resurrection in the process. Bringing back a specific recollection as a result of those of his own resurrection, Thomas had been subject to waking, daydreaming terrors on occasion, thinking the giants right there with him all over again, but the Bloodhound would be relieved in his ability to snap out of every lapse more easily as time passed.

Small blessings.

'Now is the time, gentlemen.... Go forth an' SUMMON OUR BROTHERS AN' SISTERS!!!!'

~=Do not cross me, my old friends....=~
~=You've been screaming for weeks now - I know you're all here!=~
​

The Lost Brigade, a loosely varied contingent of the New Imperial Order's vanquished heroes, though more-specifically, the glorious dead of the Third Imperial Civil War's soldiering caste, the ones who perished to free the Galaxy of the Sith menace once and for all. All made spectral by the Nether, all given form through suffering, agony and strife, eventually becoming ethereal weapons in their own right as they continued to struggle against the beasts and fiends that lurked in the shadows. Nothing of their ilk was ever meant to pass through into the realms of the living, and Thomas himself was a clear, evident testament to this fact; but in noting what lengthier spans of time between could do, the concern quickly became much too intense to ignore, imagining for himself how vicious such minds would have become in the years since they parted ways.

~=*Cluin mi a-nis.... Anns an-rìoghachd seo, chan eil na beannachdan agad a'ciallachadh dhad don Chù-Fala!=~
**"Hear me now.... In this realm, your salutes mean nought to the Bloodhound!"​

Not even the familiar voices of old friends could keep Barran's blade from slicing into their flesh, not even in consideration for all the times they stood tall as comrades together, for better or for worse for that matter. Thomas knew who and what he had been in his long, arduous suffering in the Netherworld, and in the darkest, deepest despair of his time as a dead spirit, Thomas also knew who and what his former comrades had been in their deaths, and he abhorred it for the fact he had grown too powerful to look on his former selves with kindness of any sort. Some of the Tri-Lunars had known of his time in the Nether, and of what he did, but even on Rhigar, the savage who Barran had once been seemed little more than a worthless bottom-feeder in comparison to the man of purpose he had become since his resurrection.

'Lord Bloodhound, the tribe is in attendance! Awaiting your word as ordered!'

Laughing for the first time in weeks, the Bloodhound would find himself quite relieved the Scar Hounds were still very much poised after weeks of raids, escapes, anomalies and attacks on their defensive positions, responding,'My sincerest thanks, Brother Caz! About time we get the issues out the way, an' I want all of us on the same page once an' for all!', with a near-boisterous confidence as he rose from his stool outside their headquarters' speeder bay. Then after a short walk to the western courtyard, the gathering of marauders were seen waiting with increasing ease on approach, all awaiting the Bloodhound's final word on his intentions or plans for Panatha, but most-specifically on his plans for the enemies who arrayed against them there.

'WELCOME, MY DEAREST BROTHERS AN' SISTERS!!!! I'M SURE YOU ALL HAVE CONCERNS, ISSUES AN' PROBLEMS APLENTY TO DEAL WITH, SO LET THIS BE YOUR OPPORTUNITY TO ASK YOUR QUESTIONS FREELY!!!!'

As he watched for the reactions of his audience, the Warlord was confident in his ability to sway them, even more so in seeing the general cluelessness on all their faces, unsure of what to expect in the moments after their questions had been answered. None could guess at the Woad's intentions, his ambitions or his thoughts on the tribe's place in all of it, for none could read a mind like Barran's, or at least not without regretting it after the fact. But for all that Thomas was holding back for his intended speech, he smirked in anticipation of the dumbstruck amazement that followed his revelations, understanding the implications to tantalisingly thrilling extents, for every individual revelation withheld with purpose had the power to give the Scar Hounds that dose of fear they all needed.

To fight at their best, to understand the gravity of their situation, both on Panatha and in the grand scheme of things, and to let go of every illusion of escape from future hardships. And as this necessity nagged at the back of his mind, a small bead of perspiration would run down from the top of Barran's head to his temple, though fortunately for the Bloodhound his gask-mask was on, and he was in a good mood to tempt fate that day.

After all, everyone else was.

Or at least, on that day of days, everyone else on Panatha would be.

'IN YOUR SHOES, I KNOW I WOULD HAVE A QUERIE OR TWO!!!! SO SPEAK FREELY - THE FLOOR IS YOURS!!!!'

 

[Onrai]

Panatha Surface

There were very few if any reasons that Onrai or any of her military or fleet assets would deign to enter core territory of the Kainate. Panatha was Kaine's homeworld and the place where the worship of his existence as an alleged deity was strongest. Yet here Panatha was threatened, and Onrai had chosen to take advantage by offering succor to people seeking to get offworld. The structure of her rationale was twofold - if Panatha survived and stayed in Maw hands, she would have diminished Kaine's ability to maintain control over a core world in his powerbase through having taken a portion of whatever life still remained. And if Panatha was destroyed... That was it. There would be no more Kainate religion, no more worship of the false god who had not answered the prayers of his supplicants and who had allowed billions of his worshippers to die.

How beneficial either way.

A number of Onrai's bloodtroopers, the elite of the elite of her soldiery, had joined her chief avatar on the surface of the planet itself, taking advantage of the world's clear dimensional instability to create several smaller rifts through Otherspace that led to the void-world from which survivors could reach Kinoss or Ool. Already the first of the civilians, or whatever was left of them, were beginning to hurry through the rifts, guided by the bloodtroopers and aided by other lesser avatars that had a great deal less of Onrai's attention than the one focusing on maintaining the rifts. It was somewhat easier compared to other worlds - but focus had to be maintained.

Especially given what was coming.

OPEN FOR INTERACTION

-

Panatha Orbit

A number of Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruisers jumped into the system, in a relatively tight formation. Joining them were a number of O-Variant and D-Variant type Saturn battleships, led by two other Plutons with distinct signatures. This fleet's purpose was to, for the most part, keep the Eternals away from the locations where Onrai's forces were seeking to withdraw Panathans from the planet. If there were opportunities to resist the Eternal push on the world to maximize the number of survivors Onrai could get out, the fleet would take them.

OPEN FOR INTERACTION

 

[Anashja Tal]

Objective: Survive
Location: Somewhere on the Devourer
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Silhana Cadera Kyrel Ren

Equipment: none of this is on her person, it is stowed amongst other stolen belongings.
damaged Beskar'gam, lightsabers, healing supplies, EF-M401e Rampage, Healing Blaster type A

Voidstone shackles

"Ni cuy' solus ti te Nau bal te Nau cuyir ti ni"

Anashja had been in this cell for nearly three weeks, it was dark in here and it stank of blood, her blood. She was clothed in the same cotton vest and pants she had been captured in and stripped of all her other belongings. The proud Togruta sat in the very centre of the room and she meditated, reaching out, trying to find the force, but the Maw had taken that from her, they were blocking her connection so she was utterly alone, except for the sobs and cries of other prisoners and the occasional visits from her jailors. They didn't even want anything, they just beat her for pleasure. At her weakest point she had even begged them to let her die so she could become one with the force and see the faces of her children. Ti'zan, Fel'ann and Vercopa would all one day understand the sacrifice their Buir had made and what it meant to be a mandalorian, but right now her beautiful children were without their mother. Anashja pitied her husband having to inform them that Buir wasn't coming home to them.

"Ni cuy' solus ti te Nau bal te Nau cuyir ti ni"

Anashja had to keep her strength up, she couldnt allow these monsters to break her, they would have to kill her before she took from her who she was. Beyond that, she was trying to memorise the layout of her prison, a captured mandalorian should always plan for escape, however unlikely it might seem, she knew where control room was, the cleaning facilities where they would hose down prisoners at irregular intervals, typically in the middle of the night to interrupt sleep. She also knew where the storage for both the guard's possessions and those of the prisoners was. A mental map was forming in her head but it had too many gaps in it to be useful right now.

"quiet in there prisoner" came a voice of the patrolling guard, a large man dressed in a dirty grey unform, a man who was very keen on the lash. She opened her eyes and reached backwards, straining her back and trying to work out the tightness in her bruised muscles. It felt good to stretch, but then the stretching pulled on the wounds on he side, so the pain just moved around. She looked at him squarely.

"Ni cuy' solus ti te Nau... bal te Nau cuyir ti.... NI" she said defiantly.

The guard bashed his electrobaton against the bars, causing energy to course through the metal that she sat on and shocking her. All of Anashja's muscles tensed painfully and she grit her teeth to prevent herself calling out in pain. He didn't say anything other than bareing his teeth at her before continuing on his patrol route and looking for more prisoners to harass. Her chest heaved as she regained her breath.

"Ni cuy' solus ti te Nau bal te Nau cuyir ti ni"

One was or another she would soon be with her children.
​

 

[Tegan Starfall]

"Only The Strong are able to Stand Alone."
​

Post: 1
Objective: I Stand Alone
Location: Evacuation Zone
Equipment: Mind Crown | White MidNight Duster with Hood | White Beskar Armor | White Sith Death Mask | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Lots Explosives | Holopad
Special Tags: Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Tovald Kahmen’’a | Asanté Tsilor
Engaging: Open

Spoiler: Tegan's Forces

x24 CR90 (Gutted to to hold 1000 passengers each)
x24 Gravity Bombs (one on each CR90)
x400 Droids (Non combat droids) as Crew and staff on the CR90's

Tegan dressed head to to toe in white stood up on a hill nearby looking down at the Large evacuation point that had been set up. Among those ships she had her own ships adorned with Humanitarian aid stickers and credentials. Though her ships were far from being there to help anyone on this world. Tegan had come here with a plan and that plan was to prove a point. That if the Eternal Empire, Enclave, or even those Ashla weirdo's want to destroy the sith, darkside, or even the whole damn force they had to be willing to do everything it took absolutely no half measures. The Maw took half measures with the sith of old and now they rose again and even infected the Maw's ranks.

This world Pantha was the cesspool from which the rot of the last Sith Empire rose, the native species of this place birthed the vile royal family. Tegan in general had her trust in sith eroded away completely as she saw it destroying what she loved about the Maw. Though the last sith empire that now called themselves and Order, she disliked because her people were sold out to them. So much like Shai Maji and the enclave Tegan to believed in No sith no exception. To her that meant that every last remnant of there existence need to be eradicated. All Epicanthix would have to be eradicated to reach that end.

She just staired down at the growing evacuation site, with all it's medical personal and Military protection. They felt so safe under there protective shields that keep them safe from possible bombardment. Tegan had no regrets or remorse for anything she had done, was about to do, or would do in the future. Though she did think to herself if everyone that claimed to be anti sith was willing to go as far as she was the sith would be a distance memory, just another fading story in the aether.

Down among the relief ships sat twenty-four modified cr90's with Gravity warheads tied into the engine core of the ships. They were dotted through out the other ships and they had sensors on them that detected others ships leaving with mass numbers of people. When the first ship that had been fully load with evacuees took of it would send out a chain reaction that would rip through evacuation point hopefully killing or crippling every ship down there. No Epicanthix still on Panatha was going to leave this planet and the rest in the wider Galaxy would be hunted soon after. This was the true Path of no Sith no Exceptions kill anyone and everyone that contributed into there existence.

 

[Ara Sheridan]

PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS
ALLIES: GA | Open
ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli
ENGAGING: Nyaeli
GEAR: In bio

Dressed in her orange jumpsuit, Ara did nothing but sit on the bunk in her cell with an empty gaze. Her only comfort was the crystal in her lightsaber, but even that wasn’t much. It didn’t want to be with her anymore. She could feel it trying to get away.

She was a wreck, a hollow shell where once she was a bright and determined student. She had no more will to go on, she made her peace and awaited whatever fate was in store for her in the prison. The only reactions she had was to lay down or to get her food when they brought it to her. She wasn’t hungry, but she knew that she couldn’t skip on food. That caught way too many people. As hard as it was, she forced herself to finish every meal.

However, things became very odd when they dropped out of hyperspace to adjust… only for an overwhelming darkness to hit her like a truck. ”What the kriff…” She muttered, looking around as she stood up. The guards in charge of watching her were gone, leaving her all alone in the detention section. ”Hello?! Anyone there?!” She called out, trying her best to look around the ray shield without touching it.

Panic started to swell as the ship lurched, swinging back and forth as it maneuvered at full speed. Ara clung to her bunk for support as she tried to reach out with the Force, an attempt to find out what was happening.

It went on for far longer than she liked, with the occasional explosion rumbling through the ship. ”ARE WE IN A WARZONE?!” She shouted at whoever could hear her. Shield impacts hammered the ship around while the inertial dampeners worked overtime to keep her steady in her cell. But it all came to an end as a violent explosion tore a hole into the ship. She stared in horror at the gaping hole across from her, ripping anything and everything from the other holding cells. She was alive only because someone decided on the left side instead of the right… the Force had a sick sense of humour.

Finally the ship crashed into the surface, and the Zabrak was knocked out for a long time. When she came to, half of her cell was gone along with the ray shield. In a Daze she checked herself out, and stumbled out of the cell to look up into the ruins of a city. ”Where the kriff are we?” She muttered with wide eyes and a rising dread in her heart. She could hear blasters and explosions in the distance, and high above were several ships duking it out in orbit.

She wiped at a wet spot on her brow, only noticing the blood after she looked at her torn jumpsuit. For a good few minutes she searched through the wreckage for a medpack and her lightsaber, though the latter wasn’t lucky enough to survive the crash. ”Hey, I know you don’t wanna be near me, but just sit tight, okay? Let’s just get out of here.” She glared at the weapon as if it were a naughty child, before she got to work on repairing it. She found a hydrospanner and a few other components from a blaster, and with some engineering creativity she managed to at least fix it up to some degree.

The shuttle’s cockpit was gone, folded in on itself with no way to access it. She probably didn’t want to access it, if her imagination was accurate on the fate of the pilots. ”Come on, let’s figure out where we are.” She muttered, grabbing a battered bag from a destroyed locker and filling it up with whatever useful stuff she could find. If the echoes of the fighting was any indication, they had a long trip ahead of them.

She fiddled with a battered commlink, though it was no use. Only static. ”I feel like there’s some sort of lesson here… but kark that, I ain’t thinking about that now.” She muttered to herself as she started her trek through the city.

 

[Kralmus Orr]

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Location: The Devourer, above Panatha
Nearby: Silhana Cadera | Dodhorn Harert | Anashja Tal | Garrus Garon
Engaging: Open

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Kralmus Orr rides out the ship collision
• He lurks near the prison cells, waiting for someone to try to rescue Anashja

​

Kralmus Orr had survived alone in the wilderness for years at a time, so he knew how to bait a trap.

The nature of the lure was key. You had to have something that your prey really, really wanted. No, something it needed, something it could not bear to leave undisturbed - even if it was canny enough to know that this was probably a trap, as were many of the creatures the cannibal had hunted. The right bait was so irresistible that the prey would justify taking it even while aware of the danger. For simple brutes, this could be a particularly choice cut of meat. For Jedi, it was innocent lives under threat. For Sith, ancient artifacts and other such sources of dark and mystical power. And for Mandalorians? Their vod, their brothers and sisters, whom they would never willingly leave behind.

Kralmus Orr liked killing Mandalorians... especially the pathetic, hidebound honor-botherers that most of his people had degenerated into. They had gotten all wrapped up in tradition and codes of conduct, forgetting that their true legacy was as conquerors and butchers - they were the people who had waged war against the Jedi, brought the Republic to its knees, and marched the Cathar into the oceans of their own planet at gunpoint until there were almost none of them left alive. So Kralmus enjoyed reminding modern-day Mandos what it was like to face one of their own who kept to the old ways, who cared for nothing but the glory earned through conquest and the spilling of blood.

That was why he was glad the Maw had taken a Mandalorian prisoner, now languishing aboard the Devourer.

A rescue attempt had been inevitable. Other "heroes" might come to stop big bad Kyrel, the planet-devouring Wrath of the Maw, but the comrades of the captured Mando were honor-bound to find and rescue her. That was why Kralmys lurked aboard the Devourer as well, waiting in the vicinity of the detention block. He knew that a challenger would soon arrive, whether it be a lone infiltrator or a heavily-armed squad of supercommandos, and as always he looked forward to the challenge. Only in battle did he feel truly alive, ready to test his skills and push himself to the very limit, with the threat of death to motivate him to excel. And afterward? A feast of sentient flesh.

He did regret that he always seemed to be stuck on a ship for these battles. He missed the jungle. Oh well.

What Kralmus did not expect was exactly how the rescue / anti-ritual forces arrived on the Devourer. He had no viewport to see the arrival of the Crimson Empress, and his only warning of imminent impact came from the blaring collision alarms in the seconds before the two ships crashed together. Fortunately, that was just enough time. Activating his magnetized boots and bracing himself against the bulkhead, the cannibal rode out the huge, grinding crash of two massive warships coming together, even as guards and support staff all around him were thrown from their feet and smashed against the walls. Some of them did not get back up. Kralmus shrugged. Bad luck for them.

A moment later, the collision alarm was replaced with the intruder alarm, and the Mandalorian smiled.

"Dinner is served," he chuckled, unstrapping the colossal axe he wore slung across his back. "I do love a place that does delivery." Winding his way through the halls of the Devourer, he watched as the Mawite forces dug in. This ship was a fortress on the inside, every last bulkhead sealed, every Brotherhood warrior fully prepared to fight to the death in order to keep the enemy away from Kyrel and his ritual. But they were only small-time players, Kralmus knew. They would be butchered in droves by the great champions who would sweep through these halls, demigods among men. Soon the carnage up here would reflect the bloodbath unfolding on the planet below.

Delicious. What a thrill! And when some would-be rescuer came to free the Mandalorian prisoner...

... that was when Kralmus would strike, and take a bloody trophy of his own.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Objective: Devour Panatha
Enemies: EE/ Ingrid L'lerim
Allies: Maw/ Kralmus Orr
Equipment: in signature
Location: Devourer Bridge


The time had finally come, what he had long awaited for in the destruction of Panatha had come. The Devourer emerged as some type of omen determined to destroy the galaxy. Aboard the bridge of the destroyer was the Maw’s Wrath himself Kyrel Ren, unlike previous endeavors his ravenous hunger was to be matched second only to the Dark Voice herself. Kyrel wasn’t sure how long he could control his desire to destroy the entire world be it if they held his own forces or not. “W-We have arrived over Panatha my Wrath.” The bone covered coward known as Commander Grodd stood before the shadowy silhouette of Kyrel Ren, his very being trembling before the monster, as if his next words threatened to anger him.

“I can see that Grodd… Let’s begin with the opening rites.” He said, and when the Master of Ren uttered those words Grodd stepped back. Around the form of Kyrel Ren, he stood on top of some ritual spot. Slowly the blood red markings on the ground started to glow. Whatever the Wrath had planned his hunger would be fed on a scale not seen in millennia, to the point where Kyrel was ready to sacrifice everything. Even standing on the ritual site he felt his hunger increase in stages unlike anything he ever felt before.

Panatha was of little importance to Kyrel, he knew the world when serving as the First Orders enforcer, now he looked at it as if it would increase the threat that was Kyrel. He knew that whatever happened here today would mark perhaps the end of all life in the galaxy to see it all gone was what he was after. His gaze was fixated on the planet before him, and in that moment he watched as a warship close to the size of the Devourer slammed into its Doonium hull. He could hear the screech of the hulls crashing against each other, all the while Kyrel stood motionless as if not phased by the crashing of a vessel against his own.

“S-Sir we are detecting a boarding party.” In that moment Grodd’s neck was grabbed violently by Kyrel. “Have our Mandalorian friends deal with them. No one interrupts the ritual understand!” Kyrel said with ferocious anger, as if this moment meant more to him than anything else. Grodd could hardly speak with Kyrel’s undead strength slowly tightening around the man’s neck. It all came to an end with Grodd being tossed across the floor while the blood red glow only continued. With the forked tip spear of the Hunger in his hand he amplified the ritual, and as he did so increased the hunger of a ravenous beast hellbent on to devour and destroy.

As he felt the energies increase inside he slowly turned around to face the red woman. The Empress that had proved to be a thorn in his side. “Come to kill me have you? Have I not told you before you cannot stop what is to come.” Before he said anything else he raised the forked tip spear in her direction and released the energy that gripped him. What followed was an ear shattering screech as a blast of crimson draining energy amplified by the ritual was sent in her direction. “I cannot risk you interfering, my vision for apocalypse will prevail.” He said his gaze and his tone filled with malicious intent.

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Panatha
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Ara Sheridan

Nyaeli wasn't overly aware of all the history regarding Panatha and neither did she care much to explore every aspect of it. The Maw was here to wreak havoc on this world, and that alone made it a tempting target for her to travel to. Over the last few months, she had been refining her ability to invade the minds of others, but no amount of test subjects could really compare to striking against other Force users, especially Jedi. Known for their control over their emotions and own minds, they were tough to crack.

But Nyaeli loved a good challenge.

Having landed near the Dark Side rift, Nyaeli used its power to extend the reach of her senses, and soon enough, she felt like swarming everywhere. Most were engaged in battle already, both on the surface and in orbit of the planet. But not every being was occupied, and one, in particular, stood out to her. The presence felt Light the way only a Jedi would, but there was a great aura of tension that surrounded it as well. If they were truly a Jedi or some other Force-user who was here to protect, they had some kind of internal conflict going that she'd be able to exploit.

It was the ideal target.

So without wasting any more time, Nyaeli began to move through the dense forest, in the direction of the Canthar ruins. But somewhere along the way, she felt that her connection was getting strong enough to reach out, and so in an attempt to lure her target to her, Nyaeli tapped into her Attani implant and allowed her thoughts to travel along the currents of the Force, and towards the mind of the Jedi.

"I can feel your fear."​

A simple choice of words, but spoken with the intent to draw attention to herself. Ara Sheridan could attempt to shield her mind against this intrusion, but no matter what she did, it would always feel as if someone was scratching against her mental barriers in an attempt to get inside. The closer Nyaeli got, the stronger this sensation would become, and with every step she took, she was drawing closer to the city ruins.

 

[Ronar]

Objective: Watch and wait
Location: Markwood Marshes, Spirewatch Forest, Canthar Province, Panatha
Allies: BOTM/DH/SH - Thomas Barran
Enemies: EE/Empire/AC
Loadout: Hound armor, Geysa hybrid pistol, Bloodreaver vibroaxe, cortosis sword

~Sometime Ago~

“Run my Wolves!” yelled Ronar, the command utterly foreign to his mouth as he hurtled through the jungle, barely managing to stay ahead of the unworldly cataclysm, “Run like the wind!”

In all his young life, Ronar had never backed down from a fight. No matter how great the foe, no matter how insignificant he himself seemed to be, he never gave up. Not even a hail of artillery fire, bearing down on him from the skies of Tython, had been able to break the marauder’s vicious spirit. But all that had changed in an instant. The thing that pursued him was not an artillery shell, or a dangerous enemy, or a fearsome beast. It was something…else, entirely. It was strange and it was supernatural, and it terrified him more than anything ever had.

His only choice was to flee, and hope it didn’t catch him.

“Where are we going, commander!?” screamed Tegash, the slim man matching his warlord’s stride step for step.

“Anywhere but here!” Ronar cried back. As one, the five Violet Wolves streaked past crumbling trees and splitting ground, desperately struggling for survival.

“Commander! Look out!” screamed Hornath. Ronar looked up to see a massive tree branch breaking away, falling in a perfect course to pin him to the earth like a bug in a child’s collection. There was no time to stop, he had too much momentum. He felt a body crash against him, then his head struck a fallen log and his world went black.

~Present Day~

The anger in Ronar’s heart smoldered like a coal in a forge. As he stood at the forefront of the Scar Hound horde, listening to the Bloodhound speak, his teeth ground together as he forced himself to remain calm. He didn’t want to listen to speeches, and didn't want to wait for orders. He wanted to kill, and he wanted to destroy. He wanted to find whatever sorry excuse for a dung heap had created the great rift and strangle him.

Why must this continue to happen? Why must his victories be continually tainted by the foul taste of defeat? He had been riding high in the jungles of Panatha, totally in his element as he ambushed patrols and caused havoc as was his duty, the Violet Wolves with him every step of the way. Now, joy had turned to frustration, and hope of victory to the pang of failure.

Once again, they had failed to obtain a crushing victory. Once again, he and the Wolves had been forced to accept a begrudging success tainted by longing disappointment. They had done well, for sure, but there would be no celebrations, no feasting and merriment. There had not been time for any such things since the defeat at Tython. Ever since then it had been war and battle and blood, and desperation to recover from their loss.

Ronar would never admit it to anyone, but he was tired. He thrived on the glory of battle, on the sounds of death and destruction ringing in his ears, but even he, the steadfast Lord of Wolves, had his limits. It didn’t help that his thoughts continually turned to Tegash, who was not present among the assembled marauders. Tegash, poor young Tegash, would not be fighting for some time, if he ever fought again. He had been injured, severely, saving Ronar from the fallen tree branch. He was still alive, but the only thing he had managed to say before falling unconscious, mere meters shy of the rift, was that he couldn’t feel his legs.

Most of the anger Ronar was feeling at this moment stemmed from his thoughts of the valiant young warrior. He was angry at the rift, for forcing them to run recklessly through a dangerous jungle. He was angry at the tree that had lost its branch, causing Tegash to be forced to make a choice. He was angry at Tegash, for caring more about the life of his warlord than escaping unharmed. And most of all, Ronar was angry at himself. Angry at the weakness that had filled his heart since he had fled his father’s compound and joined the Brotherhood. Angry that care and concern for his brother made it nearly impossible to focus beyond his seething desire for revenge.

When the Bloodhound called for questions, Ronar had to hold himself back before he unleashed what anger he could on their fearless leader. Deep down, there was a part of him that blamed the Bloodhound, blamed him for their failures, for Tegash’s injury, for everything. He blamed him for his own weakness, for the emotions that now roiled below his once-icy cold demeanor. And yet, even as the anger simmered, it petered out just as quickly, the same as it had at the beginning of the skirmish on Panatha, when Ronar had first realized just how much he had changed. Throughout this entire storm of war, only the Bloodhound had remained stable. Only he had remained unchanging.

Ronar couldn’t blame the Bloodhound, because he was the only one he could rely on. Ronar was no tactician, he was a fighter. He worked on a small scale; he always had. His cunning was that of an Alpha in charge of a pack, not a general in charge of an army. The Bloodhound saw further than him, into the machinations of foe and ally alike. He was the arm, and Ronar was the sword. So the fearsome marauder simply stood silently, waiting for the speech to end so that he could finally get back to what he was good at.

Blood, death, and unrelenting vengeance.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Bridge - ENS Crimson Empress -> Hangar Bay - The Devourer
Call Sign: Rominaria Seven
Dialogue Legend: <"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Allies: EE ( Silhana Cadera Anashja Tal Garrus Garon )
Enemies: BotM ( Kralmus Orr Dodhorn Harert )
Direct Engagement: Open

Ivixa had told herself that she would not concern herself with Panatha’s fate.

Instead, she was here on behalf of her Empress, fighting for the continued survival of the Eternal Empire against the recent spate of raids launched by the Brotherhood of the Maw. And yet, it seemed that the Maw had dark plans for Panatha, which involved the wholesale corruption of the world into a Dark Side nexus. For her part, Ivixa could only hope that she did not find herself at the vergence of the coming conflict, because if the choice fell to her as to whether or not to use the weapon, the Baroness did not think she was capable of making the correct one, whether her decision was framed from a moral or practical standpoint.

No matter the context, failure seemed unavoidable.

Nevertheless, Ivixa was comfortable in her assigned mission, as it was quite straightforward and potentially uncomplicated. She had been tasked with rescuing Anashja Tal , with a secondary, optional objective to sabotage the Devourer’s vital systems, so as to disable the ship.

However, it went without saying that Ivixa was set on executing both.

Once the Empress teleported from the bridge of the Crimson Empress, Ivixa offered the Fleet Admiral at the helm station a valedictory nod before departing for the hangar bay, joined by an escort of towering Infinite war droids. Without a word, she climbed into her designated boarding pod, before giving the affirmative signal to the technicians on duty.

The interior of the pod lurched and immediately the pod was propelled into the small void of space separating the Crimson Empress from the Devourer.

Not even twenty seconds after launch, the pod rumbled and shuddered as it breached the Devourer’s shields before speeding into the hangar bay where Silhana Cadera had landed only moments before. Ivixa didn’t waste any time in disembarking, her weapons held at the ready as she exited her pod, accompanied by a squad of war droids. The sniper was relieved to find that the hangar bay seemed clear, giving the rescue team the opportunity to plan out their assault, before moving forward.

<< This is Silhana! I arrived at the Maw ship; first we needed to find a terminal to find out where Ana and the others were being held. It's a damn big ship, we're probably going to face a lot of resistance. Everyone, be careful! K'oyacyi! >> I told on the comm. channel.

“I’ll handle the local security systems. The droids will hold the hangar for our escape.” Ivixa answered in Galactic Basic, using the same channel. With that, the diminutive sniper moved to a nearby control system and placed her multi-slice tool in the port. From there, the device would execute a number of rogue programs in the attempt to disable any security cameras and sensors in the immediate vicinity!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Undersuit
    
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Gauntlets
    
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector - R/L
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    
    • FAE/MDW-01 Active Defense System (2) - R/L
      
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
      • Seeking Anti-Warhead Nano Missiles
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • HE Ammunition
  • SLAP Ammunition
• Magnetic Thermal Detonator (4)