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"Only The Strong are able to Stand Alone."
Post: 5
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 Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred Mig Gred | Shani Shani | Trinity Harris Trinity Harris | Niki Priddy Niki Priddy | The Battalion The Battalion | Asudai Rapux | Bella | Mykel Fellheart | Onrai | Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager
Engaging: Open

x20 CR90 (Gutted to to hold 1000 passengers each)
x20 Gravity Bombs (one on each CR90)
x400 Droids (Non combat droids) as Crew and staff on the CR90's

4 grav bombs have been set off

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Tag: Mig Gred Mig Gred | Adenn Kyramud Adenn Kyramud

Tegan took a deep breath as she listened to the Mandalorians words of defiance. Then she let out a slight sigh part of her was proud of the defiance they showed it appealed to her rebel blood. Yet another part was disappointed both the leaders of the Mandalorians show her exactly why the Mandalorians would never again truly be a united force. "I see now why you lost to the sith." She spoke over the comm connection she had to them knowing full well they had change channels. It was the smart play try to keep your enemy from knowing what you were doing, Tegan knew she could eventually break into the other comm channel but that hardly mattered she had done the damage she had intended.

"You Mandalorians use to be the most feared army in all the Galaxy so much so the Jedi and Sith used you endlessly. Now look at you, you have a chance to wipe out your enemies and instead you defend them pathetic you are dar'manda you lost your souls and the way." Her Orange eyes locked eyes with one of the Mandalorian leaders across from her as line of Maw formed on all sides of her and began to push in at the Mandalorian and refugee forces. For only a second there had been a calm and now the chaos erupted once more. Tegan raised her hand to her chest level and as she did the sabers at her feet rose in the air.

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Tags: Mig Gred Mig Gred | The Battalion The Battalion

Several groups from Mandalorians to House IO began to rush to ships in attempt to find and disarm the bombs. Tegan could feel and sense their presences as they entered the various ships unaware that with just a thought, she could level the whole evac point into a single large crater. Yet as she let the game play on it was clear there was conflict with in the evac camps. Several of the ship began to shove off refugees and take off self-preservation was strong emotion and it one out ninety precent of the time. Ships empty began to take off and as her word had been given Tegan let them go.

On the dground the noncombatant droids tried to blockade people from leaving and Mandalorian and hous IO soldiers from getting onboard. Though they had nothing that could stop fully armed Mandalorians and IO agents disguised as Eternals. Their lines didn't last and it wasn't hard for the Mandalorians and IO to get on board the Cr90's and let the refugees onboard off.

Mig began cutting a new door in th ehual of the cr90 and several piloting and mech droids came to try and stop him. "Sir you are hurting hual integrity." The jumpat the full armed many in attempt to pull him away. They had no real defence if anything they would slow him down. Other droids started to block exits to keep passengers from fleeing. "You should not leave for your own safety. Please have a seat and stay calm." The droids themselves harmless but only doing what their programing told them keep the passengers aboard and safe.

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Tags: Adenn Kyramud Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred Mig Gred | Shani Shani | Trinity Harris Trinity Harris | Niki Priddy Niki Priddy | The Battalion The Battalion | Asudai Rapux | Bella | Mykel Fellheart | Onrai | Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager | Anyone else on the Planet.

The debris field was starting enter the atmosphere and across the world meteors of all manner of space junk began to rain down from the heavens. Even the ships Tegan had allowed to leave were having a rough time of it as they tried to escape this Planet that was quickly turning to a hellscape. They had to dodge fire balls of burning metals and what ever else had surrounded this world from the various conflicts and just normal accumulated junk. If these ships manage to escape that then they would have to contend with the fleet battles even though Tegan had honored her word she sure as hell didn't make it easy for them. However, it was clear they had a better chance of survival then those that did not agree to the terms.

On the ground dark energies swirled even faster and mor violently as the meteors were called down the Heathan priests and Shamns began to call forth arcs of lighting from the sky. Bolts came striking down aiming at shields and shield generators. Strikes even hit senor arrays of ships for now the strikes were aimed at objects and not people but that could change as the Priests and heathens called forth more violence from the heavens above.

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Tag: Adenn Kyramud Adenn Kyramud

Tegan's four sabers ignited at the same time with a snap-hiss all four a crimson red. The sabers began to dance around her as she stood there staring at the Mandalorian leader and some of his soldiers' locking shields behind and around him trying to keep Tegan locked in place. Tegan's raised hand went back to her side and her left arm and hand then rose as the sabers danced around her. The left arm and hand stretch out to her side. "I am more terrifying than any sith!" Tegan said to Adenn Kyramud Adenn Kyramud , her left arm outstretched and her palm wide open and then it slammed into a fist.

At first nothing seemed to happen then the ground around Tegan and Adenn began to rumble and shake. Earth itself groaned and began to crack around them, as Tegan's fist shook as she formed it tighter and tighter. Then a few within the shield wall began to fall into crevasse being swallowed up by the earth itself. "With a thought I can engage everyone of those bombs. With a though I can swallow up this whole world. SO BRING IT DAR'MANDA!" Those orange sulfuric eyes raged as the ground rumbled around them. Her voice on the verge of pure madness the soft-spoken tone drowned away. "Today we bury you and burn away the weakness in your kind."
 
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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
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Objective: Survive
Location: Secret Prison Facility
Equipment: N/A
Writing With: Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha (and as Kallan) | Closed
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[ Come back… ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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  • Mercy still suffers due to the depression.
  • Keilara tries to reassure the children and Kallan.
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~ Mercy ~
I continued to silently hug my pillow and sob. I tried to imagine him embracing me and comforting me, but at this moment it wasn't enough, I couldn't. I could recall when we were in the hospital in the other life, what he said, how he hugged me, caressed my back and my hair. How he tried to calm me down, comfort me. I was terrified there as well… I was terrified and afraid that I would be a bad parent. From Keilara and Ziare's memories, I had no pleasant memories from our own childhood. I didn't know what to do. I didn't have any examples before me that showed me the right way to treat a child.

Ironically, Asher had more idea about this thanks to Kallan having a much better childhood than I did. Of the two of us, he knew what to do, he was able to give more tenderness and attention to the children. Not me. I have always had fear and dread. But yet, I missed that life, the shared, happy life spent together. It wasn't perfect, we had arguments and fights. We were humans, often fallible, because even in our best dreams we knew that nothing could be perfect. It wasn't easy, but we were together and supported each other.

But here? Only emptiness and pain. I was weak and couldn't take it anymore. What did you think? How could you think I could be happy without you? I know Kallan wanted me to live because he wanted to live too…

I was that old now, or rather this body was as old as he was when the Maw took him and when Asher was born. He was also twenty-seven years old, and so am I now. There were only eighteen years between us. If it hadn't hurt so much, I might even have laughed bitterly. Another point in which we were too similar and one more common point, feature. It's as if we found love in each other as a result of some silly joke. It's as if they wanted us to be together and then, we can find and feel only such pain after one of us' death. Did he suffer that much out there, in the Nether? I hoped not that he wasn't so sad and sorrowful, but also that he was still waiting for me.

Does Kallan need my help? His situation may be quite desperate…

~ If you want me to live, help me find The Manifold The Manifold . He's the only one who can take me to the Netherworld… and I could find Asher there… ~ I beseech him.

I was there as Freedom, I remember meeting souls, living people. There is… and it might even be possible for us to be together even if I'm still alive. You can walk between the two worlds. Keilara and Kallan would get what they wanted, that I would live and they would, and I could go home to Asher every day, until I died… and we could all take care of the kids. It is so painfully beautiful, but perhaps unfeasible. No! I wanted to believe in this. We've always been an odd couple, it wouldn't be that special either.

~ We could all be together and no one would have to die prematurely … ~ I told him. ~ You would get what you want, so would I… and even he could see his children. ~

I looked at Kallan… I knew I was selfish, that I only cared about myself and that made me feel even worse and it didn't help that I didn't care the least bit about what would happen to the twins. I tried, I wanted to worry about them, to feel fear, but I couldn't. I was a monster who couldn't even be called a parent. They would really be better off without me. I don't know why Kallan is so attached to me when he never liked me or Asher.

I shook my head. I didn't even have the strength to get out of bed. No, not because of depression. Because of the surgery and the blood loss.

~ How? ~ I asked him. ~ I don't even have the strength to sit up… ~
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~ Keilara and twins ~
I glanced sadly in Kallan's direction, wishing I knew the answers to his questions. I had to shake my head too.

~ I don't know, I wish I knew the answers to these. I think the twins know, but… they're kids. I don't want to scare them or make them have to deal with this. I want them to have a childhood like you had. Happy, carefree. ~ I told him. ~ I'm also afraid that if he tries, if he starts manipulating their minds, he'll find out that they're hiding somewhere else. Here. ~

Yes, I was very afraid of that. It wasn't like when Mercy protected Asher's mind from Tu'teggacha, that she hid the thoughts, the true personality. It will soon become clear here how special the twins are.

~ We believe we can be here with you, from any distance. ~ they said at the same time, complementing each other's words.

They said Kallan could hear it, but there was something else. Something was bothering them, I think. I wasn't good at parenting, I never did anything like that.

~ What's wrong, Asher, Abi? ~ I asked them.

~ Why is mom so sad and why does she want to die? Is she not happy for us? ~ they asked me.

My heart was broken, it took all my strength not to start crying at this question. They shouldn't be dealing with that. For this, children of any age are young, even adults should not feel this way from anyone. I walked up to them and embraced them both. I also gave them a kiss on their forehead.

~ Your mom is sick, it hurts her a lot that Asher, your dad, died and she can't be with her. And that's why she can't show that she's happy for you, both of you. Because she loves you, she wants to take care of you. She wants you to be happy and have a normal life. ~ I tried to reassure them.

~ How can we help her? ~ they asked again

~ You can't help, such wounds take time to heal. ~ I told them.

But we just didn't have time...

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Unfettered Vengeance Star Destroyer

The Underhand Deal stealth shuttle

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Location: Canthar Province - Panatha
Objective: Unlimited Power, defeat the Empire
Tags: DECEASED Aron Gowrie DECEASED Aron Gowrie Thomas Barran Thomas Barran Nukth Kelga'an Nukth Kelga'an Kas Varad Kas Varad
and anyone who is also on the ground fighting

Battle had been joined in earnest, she the swarm made its attack, his own soldier opened fire and very quickly the whole front was being lashed by blaster fire, storm troopers against storm troopers it would be a brutal fight. His own soldiers lacked the finesse and tactical acumen of a properly commanded army and that would show quickly in the number of casualties, but the difference was that neither Aemulor or the mind controlled troopers cared how large that number got.

The air rippled as artillery fire added to the barrage and attempted to blunt the Imperial attack. A dozen or so heavy walker unleashed several barrages into the enemy lines, throwing body and equipment around like toys. Aemulor laughed loudly to himself as the troops fought. Red reflected in his bulbous eyes as an incoming missile exposed against the energy shields surrounding his command vehicle. "Magas izish mubull izg nargzab u grush ul sha izub shapat!" he commanded to his crew and he felt his vehicle moving towards an area where his line was appearing weaker.

He stretched out his arms and pointed towards a group of enemies using rocks for cover as the advanced. Lightning smashed into the rocks and kept striking, whether it his the Imperials or not, it would remove the benefits of that piece of cover for them and help to tip the odds in his favour. The Hutt was now close enough that the defensive weapons on his barge to come into play and the heavy caliber blaster weapons were adding to the fray.

A particularly bold group of his forces were charging the flank of some Imperials along side the scar hounds, they would engage in a fierce close quarter battle and blunt the charge. He took a moment to pass some of his perception to an infested soldier. He heard the cry from his own men "AAVE RUUURRIKKK" As his the men charged those that were once their brothers. The Grim irony of his mind slaves using their old battle cry on the charge made Aemulor smile.

Aemulor shook his head as the connection was abruptly severed by a mortar round that instantanly dissected his vassal into his component parts. The shock was unpleasant to him, and he laughed at his own foolishness for making that connection in the heat of battle. He was losing hundreds of soldiers every moment, he hoped the enemy were too, and he hoped their resolve would break before his army was wiped out.

 

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Location: Panatha
Objective: Eliminate the mercenaries
Tag: Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el / Ishani Dinn Ishani Dinn

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Panatha, a world that's history was plagued with disaster after disaster.

Silas wasn't expecting to be tasked there so soon, but with a distress call from the Eternal Empire to help them cleanse the world of such heresy the order had a duty to answer that call. Along with a fellow padawan Jasper, the two Jedi were tasked with destroying a key mercenary outpost within the jungle of the planet. Once they were quietly dropped off by a shuttle, they were both on their own to complete the assignment given to them. If both were to survive, they'd need to put their friendship and teamwork to the test.

One foot wrong in this environment would spell the end for both of their young lives. Especially when they were so deep in Eternal Empire territory, it was unsure if there would be any more souls to help them.


"Let's stop here for a few moments, we need to rest up and hydrate," Silas said as they came into a small clearing. Sighing lightly, he took off the small field backpack and placed it on the floor to sit by. The teen rerolled his sleeves before taking a sip of his water and offering it to Jasper for a quick sip "We shouldn't be too far away from the camp now, if it wasn't for these trees we probably could have been dropped closer" he remarked, his eyes constantly on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary.

 
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Tags: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard , Ishani Dinn Ishani Dinn

Jasper was surprised at just how much of his skill at navigating urban jungles could translate into an actual jungle. Panthana was a strange planet, one that seemed incapable of escaping disaster. The world had a nasty habit of winding up in situations very much like the one it was in now, and now the Eternal Empire was calling on the aid of those willing to face the Maw. He had been deployed along side Silas to take out a mercenary encampment. Straight forward, but easier said than done.


"Let's stop here for a few moments, we need to rest up and hydrate,"

"Yeah, smart call," Jasper agreed, accepting the flask of water when it was offered to him.

Silas mentioned wishing that they could've been dropped closer to the camp. The trees certainly did make that more difficult, but there was more to this scenario than just running in.

"It's not all bad," he shrugged. "We'll have the element of surprise at least. A dropship is pretty noticeable up close, but the trees kinda covered the drop off zone. Plus it gave me plenty of time to come up with a plan."

As Jasper handed the flask of water back to Silas, he procured his droid Pyf from his hood, who projected a map of the area.

"Well, it isn't one of my best ideas," Jasper admitted, "But it should work in theory. From what gathered from the report, the camp has a portable generator set up to run their gear. I'd wager its located in the center of the camp where it can be defended. I figure we slip in, knock a fusion coil out of alignment, and blow them into next week. Or, y'know, something like that anyways."
 
Overseer for Imperial Scientific Development


Dr. Trinity Harris DXenbo DAnthro
Overseer for the Comittee for Scientific Development


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Location: Aboard the Shield of Sacrifice over Panatha
Objective: Heal the planet and or save its people
Tags: Adenn Kyramud Adenn Kyramud Mig Gred Mig Gred Tegan Starfall Tegan Starfall Shani Shani Niki Priddy Niki Priddy Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager The Battalion The Battalion

Weapon: HH38 Geysa Hybrid Pistol
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Riding: Phantom
Accompanied by: Plushee Companion Droid
Wearing:
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Ship: Carrack Class Science Vessel ENS Mihaly - docked aboard Shield of Sacrifice
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ENS Shield of Sacrifice

2 × Adrian Class Star Healer
ENS Beauty of Truth
ENS Guiding Hand


4 x Eternal Class Star Destroyers
ENS Scorched Suns
ENS Valkyrie
ENS Barbaric Hand
ENS Imperial Justice


6 x Ashkelon Class Escort Frigates

Several squadrons of
Bjarga Class Medical Corvettes and
Læknar-class Medical dropships arriving independently.

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ThIngs were going from bad to worse on the planet, and quickly. Her troops were pulling back to the defendable centres as ordered but it was not happening as fast as the situation was evolving, massed forcible relocations were being enacted across the areas but it was slowing down and contact had been lost with several units. Overseer Harris had to make a difficult decision, she had to protect civilian life, but she also had a duty to those under her command. She couldn't ask soldiers to give their lives for people who did not wish to be saved, not because they wouldn't, the soldiers under her served without fault to the very end, but it just pained her to throw away life.

"This is Overseer Trinity Harris giving the order for immediate evacuation of the planetary test sites, all civilians to be offered rescue. Please emphasise that should they remain, there will be no further assistance. Leave any and all survival gear with planetary hosts and return to orbit. Those are my orders." she ended the comm feeling choked up, estimates said their were over a million civilians in the test area, even if 90% left willingly, she had just condemmed over a hundred thousand to death.

The admiral looked at her, sensing her dilemma and gave her a respectful smile and nod, he agreed with her decision but would not dare to pateronise his commanding officer. He too had problems, his fleet was massively outnumbered by the approaching mawite fleet led by Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager . The ENS Scorched Suns had taken the brunt of the intial attack and was suffering damage. His tactic of orbiting low and fast as a a defensive posture was giving some hope. With the atmosphere to their bellys, all Shield power could be diverted to their dorsal side to absorb attacks. The Shield of Sacrific was taking hundreds of hits, but the Mawite were not stupid, the ship was as near indestructible as you could get, and was practically unarmed, why waste excessive fire on it.

"Overseer, receiving new reports from the ENS Mihaly they have reached a distance of seven thousand light years and patients appear to be showing improvement. It appears your theory has some merit."

Trinity smiled, so the malady was active, and could be reversed by removing the patient from the rift, or theoretically closing the rifts.

"However, the Mihaly also reports that they are detecting signatures consistent with the rifts on several locations around 400 light years from Panatha, the affliction appears to be spreading."

The eyes of the Overseer widened with this news and she checked the data, things were worsening, but now on a sector wide scale. Time was running out. She had to speak with STRATCOM STRATCOM .

"Communications officer, please relay this new information to STRATCOM on maximum priority channels. I am calling an emergency session of all members. The Empress is currently uncontactable so I will be chairing the session under my authority as the Overseer present. If they cannot attend within one hour, have them appoint a representative to speak and vote with their authority. Thank you"

She walked off the bridge to her ready room and felt herself swimming with the adrenaline of it all. This was never meant to be her world but she was having to make it so. She looked over the details of the evacuation progress and began to weigh up just how many live were at stake. At least she would soon have similarly ranked colleagues to consult and she smiled as the first acknowledgements to her session began coming through.
 
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From somewhere in the woods, there came a sneeze.

She had tried to hold it in, and for a while she succeeded. The two Jedi brats she had been tailing for the past several minutes had yet to notice her, concealed as she was by her stealthy cloak and the darkness of the forest. But something in the air had begun to aggravate her sinuses. Perhaps there was a plant species she happened to be allergic to, or maybe it was just dust.

But she eventually lost the battle.

AH-CHOO!

She tried to stifle it by sneezing into her elbow, but there was no way they hadn’t heard that. Her cover was blown.

Oh well, feth it.

Seizing control of some nearby vines, she sent them toward the two Jedi, coiling like rope around their limbs and trying to entrap them.

 
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Objective: Face the enemy
Location: Southern Battlefront, Spirewatch Forest, Canthar Province, Panatha
Allies: BOTM/DH/SH - Thomas Barran Thomas Barran
Enemies: EE/Empire/AC - Jas Katis Jas Katis
Loadout: Hound armor, Geysa hybrid pistol, Bloodreaver vibroaxe, cortosis sword

With a blood-curdling battle cry, Ronar buried Bloodreaver into the chest of yet another mercenary trooper. The man’s cry stopped short as he choked on the blood and steel in his lungs, Ronar ripping the vibroaxe out as he fired his Geysa pistol at another trooper, the powerful slugthrower round punching a hole cleanly through the soldier’s faceplate. He dropped without a sound, Ronar relishing in the kill. The Lord of Wolves took a second to breathe, as around him, the Violet Wolves finished off their own targets. The last of the mercenary advance party was cut to ribbons and blasted to bits, more heads to add to the Wolves’ ever-growing tally.

“Wolves, on me!”
Ronar said, barely allowing his men a few seconds respite, “The enemy continues to progress, we must keep moving!” The Violet Wolves made no complaint, merely nodding as Ronar again took off running through the dense forest. These quick, hit and run attacks had been the order of the day for the Scar Hounds in the south, the overwhelming firepower of their mercenary opponents preventing them from making any significant counterattacks. As light infantry, the Wolves were unmatched. Against armor and explosives, however, even they would not last long. Unable to blunt the enemy spear, they had been forced merely to control it, avoiding the armored columns and instead picking off any patrol or individual vehicle that dared to venture beyond the main force. Scattered piles of fallen mercenaries and the lone burning hulks of tanks and their foolish crew members dotted the landscape, a testament to the effectiveness of this strategy.

Even so, it was not the kind of strategy that would win them this conflict. As much as he hated to admit it, despite how much it made his blood boil and eyes grow bloodshot, Ronar had to accept that it wasn’t likely that they would win this battle. The enemy was too great, their armaments too numerous. Even now, Ronar and the Wolves had to keep their ears open as they ran, for fear that one of dozens of screaming rockets would claim the lives of Ronar’s pack. Ronar had already lost one Wolf to this forsaken planet, he did not want to lose another.

Be that as it may, Ronar was still an alpha through and through, and he refused to retreat like a coward, his tail between his legs and ears flattened back. If victory was to be their enemy’s today, he would make sure that it was a victory from which they would limp away, covered in their own blood, their fallen littering the battlefield. He would slash and claw and tear, rending as much flesh from the beast as he could before it screamed in agony even as he and the Wolves melted away once again, to watch and wait for the moment to return. There was a fine line between courage and foolishness, as his father had said, and Ronar intended to walk that line to the very razor’s edge.

Sliding to a halt, Ronar listened to the sounds of the forest. As usual, he heard screams and the whistling of rockets as they came to earth, blowing chunks of tree and dirt and flesh into the air to rain down on the fighters below. But below that he also heard the clanking of tracks, the hum of repulsorlifts, and the deep thuds of artillery cannons. An armored column was ahead. Ronar was immediately cautious, yet also intrigued. He already had a mental map of where the main enemy positions were, which he and the Wolves had been avoiding as they had corralled the enemy advance troops. This column was nowhere near their brothers; or at least, not within shouting distance. Right now, Ronar’s thermals were unreliable, the heat of so many bodies and vehicles, not to mention fires and smoke from the rocket explosions making it impossible to distinguish numbers with any accuracy.

“Kellain,” Ronar ordered, “Get up one of those trees, get an eye on that column. I want to see how many are there.” Kellain nodded, face hidden behind his featureless mask. He shimmied up the trunk of a nearby tree, impressive for a man encased in armor and carrying weapons and a medical bag, disappearing into the canopy.

“Four tanks, accompanied by infantry,” came Kellain’s voice over the communicator, “Loaded for gundarks, warlord.” Ronar’s fists tightened. He spun the scenario in his head, and the result filled him with anger. One tank was easy, two was doable, three was a challenge. Four? That was a nigh impossibility. The frustration of having to pick his battles, having to retreat again and again for fear of total failure, was quickly becoming too much for Ronar to bear. The blood was beginning to roar in his ears, his eyes beginning to narrow as instinct threatened to take over reason completely. He was so lost in himself, that he didn’t hear the scream of an incoming rocket.

“Take cover!” screamed Dawi, the huge Mawite lunging towards his warlord and knocking him to the forest floor for the second time since landing. Ronar almost didn’t register the event, the fog of madness only clearing when a scream pierced the air. A scream that was far too close.

“Kellain!” cried Hornath. Ronar watched as the Violet Wolf ran to the rubble of several collapsed trees, from which he pulled the limp body of Kellain.

“He’s still breathing!” Hornet yelled, relief flooding his voice. Ronar, however, didn’t hear a thing. The sight of yet another Wolf fallen on this despicable planet was the last straw for the Mawite warlord. The roar of blood came back with a vengeance as Ronar heaved Dawi off of him with strength not even he knew that he had and leapt to his feet. Ignoring the cries of his comrades, Ronar grasped Bloodreaver with numb fingers and, without a thought to the consequences, charged in the direction of the enemy armored column. He had had enough. He had had enough of sneaking around, enough of pawing at scraps, enough of being the weaker force. He was going to tear these mercenaries to pieces, with his own two hands if need be.

Just like at Tython, Ronar felt himself leave his own body, instinct and bloodlust completely taking over. He watched as he ran through the trees, and in his astral-like state had a thought that he most likely would not survive this. After all, he had only a vibroaxe, a pistol, and a sword against an entire armored troop. In his peripherals, he saw Dawi and Hornath, loyalty to their warlord overcoming any sense of self-preservation. Ronar wished they would leave him behind. It wasn’t their burden to bear. What would happen to Kellain, no doubt still unconscious and miles away from medical help? What would happen to poor Tegash, forced to accept that Panatha had claimed his entire squad while he lay in the medical bay?

That was when Ronar saw a ghostly form appear beside Dawi. At first, he thought it was Kellain, somehow back from the brink of death for one last charge. But then his head turned, and saw a second ghostly form, standing beside Hornath. Then another appeared, and another, and another. Realization wormed its way through the battle-fog as Ronar and his new hoard burst through the last set of trees before facing the armored column.

The fallen had returned.

The ghost-like figures of Scar Hound warriors, encased in scarred flesh and patchwork armor, drawn to the rage and pain and battle-lust of the living, swarmed like a wave out of the forest, on the heels of the Violet Wolves. The eyes of the mercenaries filled with terror as they were attacked, not by four men but by four hundred, the sheer volume of laser bolts and flashing vibroweapons preventing them from even attempting to resist. The battle only lasted seconds before it was over, the men torn apart and thrown aside, the armor of their vehicles reduced to molten slag as their steely carapaces were cut open to expose the prizes within.

Ronar slowly came down off his battle-high as a resurrected Scar Hound, shredded marks of rank dangling from his ghostly armor, came to stand before him.

“Are you the one they call the Lord of Wolves?” he asked. Ronar, chest heaving and head still spinning, could only nod.

“We are at your command, Magnar,” he said, kneeling before him, “Let your rage fuel us as we claim our vengeance from these vile dogs.” Ronar stood straighter and prouder then he had in weeks, bloody vibroaxe gripped in hands that shook with anticipation.

“To me, Scar Hounds!”
he finally cried, finding his voice, “To victory, or death!”

With that, Ronar and his hoard charged again into the forest, searching for their next foe. They still might not claim the victory, but with Ronar in command, and an army of resurrected warriors at his back, they would make sure that no enemy would celebrate this day.
 
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
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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 Kyrel Ren | Closed
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open
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Ingrid didn't know the word stop or give up. It was her steadfastness that first attracted the attention of the former emperor. Sometimes she thought about how nice it would be not to be a public figure in the game of the powerful, but to still operate in the background and exist there. A quieter life where she could still be an agent. She might be running Nite by now because her mother would have retired. Although Ingrid has always preferred fieldwork to sitting behind a desk and dealing with bureaucratic matters or files.

But she had no such luck and here she was, trying to hurry because she really didn't want to let Kyrel successfully complete the ritual. Even though she didn't like the planet, that didn't mean she didn't want to do everything she could to save those who lived on it. Or the planet itself and all life on it. Although she did what was necessary, leaving the planet and sacrificing all life here, it was not necessary. Not even if it would have been the simpler solution. In the meantime, she received a message from MANIAC that the other task had been completed and the prisoner was free.

"Well, people either like me or think the same about me. There is no transition, only these two extremes." she told him.

Ironically, it really was, someone either hated her or liked her. She really didn't know a person for whom she was neutral. As she got closer, Kyrel began to deepen the ritual, which began to spread outside the ship as a result. When Kyrel "froze" her, so to speak, she didn't try to waste energy trying to break out. This battle was not a battle of blades anyway, but rather a battle of their minds and willpower. And of course, it was the battle of brute force as well.

"Yes, I think so." she said firmly.

She began to concentrate, wanting to use her own power as a shield in the Force, surrounding the ship so that the emanating power of the ritual could not leave the ship. She hoped that if Kyrel wanted to stop her in this, he would have to stop his Force ability on her to hit her and then the Force Stasis would be broken. But if he doesn't stop, it will really be a battle of will and power. However, one thing was certain…

… Ingrid could not give up the fight.

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TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY
OBJECTIVE 1


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MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION

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BELLIGERENTS
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Vs. BOTM/DH/SH)

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Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Myri Dara Jas Katis Jas Katis
Nukth Kelga'an Nukth Kelga'an
Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust Elysium Dusk Elysium Dusk Scipio Kaarz Scipio Kaarz Ara Sheridan Ara Sheridan Zhea Nox Zhea Nox

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Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren Kybo Ren Kybo Ren Nyaeli Nyaeli Tegan Starfall Tegan Starfall Aemulor the Hutt Aemulor the Hutt
Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr Erion Justeene Erion Justeene Ronar Ronar Runt Runt
Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze

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TRIBULATIONS OF THE WILDCATS III: A FOREST AFLAME - PART 9
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Northern Battlefront, Rift's Reach,
Canthar Province, Panatha (Early-Spring 877 ABY)


Jedi?
On fething Panatha?

'Greetings from Wildcat Division, Commander! I'll take it from here.', Gowrie barked at the troopers who brought the Jedi duo back from the front lines, as there were no ties likening these Woads to those who were serving subordinates to Lord Aron himself, no political ties but the urge for another Emperor, no ethnic ties presenting real friendly ties between them in this manner either. These were Woad-born troopers of the famed 501st, and like Michael Barran's Highlander-ties to Serenno, it appeared there was a Woad-born Lieutenant or Captain in the field with Woad-ties to Dantooine, creating quite a visible divide in the Empire's Age of Strife and within the Goidelic microcosm in particular.

'See yees at the front, Ladies.'

Of all who believed in the might of Fel, Lord Aron was likely to be the one who held his tongue with the most grace in his irritations, and like his father Lord Harold, was a frighteningly territorial creature at times. Every Gowrie Chieftain before the Major-General, and for at least ten generations before him, each to a man had been dubbed,"Kellas", at some point of their lives; though much unlike his Sinn'Searann, Lord Aron had to earn his epithet, for all before him had differed due to the fact they were gifted this title in their formative years. Highlanders and Woads weren't all that different in this regard, but in hearing,"Wildcats", the troopers bringing the wounded Jedi into view would know they were in close proximity with the wildest of the three tribes.

'CHALLENGE: ONWARDS!!!!'
'RESPONSE: TO CALAVAR - COYLE REPORTING!!!!'

Turning to the combat-effective Jedi first, Gowrie drawled,'Nowhere else in Canthar Province, nowhere else can armistice be guaranteed - nowhere but for wherever the feth I walk.', in a calmly, though contrastingly confident manner, though it was in this confidence that a humble bow of his head would show the true contrast of behaviours. From the irreverent declaration of temporary truce between the GA and Imperial warriors on the ground that day, to the humble courtesy hidden in the bombast, the Kellas would make it clear outright that neither Jedi would be bored for as long as they were in his presence, and in a way that made it all appear off the cuff in bantering, amiable tones. Warriors often never lived long enough to maintain such high morale in the Crucible, though it was often said that a mark of a good Galidraani officer was in how one carried himself under fire, and much like Tarring was, the Goidelic half of the dynamic duo was also partial to a strong, sweet tea in a firefight.

The simplest of pleasures, with each and every brew enjoyed unabashedly with smug sips, indulging in acquired-taste pasttimes as the ground shook beneath their feet. But on their quiet way south, no such kettles would be seen for miles; all the Goidels had was Whiskey, and all the Anaxsi had was brandy, with water in plentiful, neglected supply - no great loss to the Imperial search-party.

It was in this moment that Lord Aron considered the wounded Jedi for a moment, looking down to the damage and then to the Hybrid's eyes whilst reaching into his coat-pocket, offering kindly nod of greeting as he promptly produced what looked like a freshly-printed hipflask in his maintained silence. But then, as soon as Coyle arrived on the scene, the Kellas' attention returned to her comrade as he continued,'Aron Gowrie, Tribal Chieftain and Major-General of Wildcat Division. Though I think better settings than Panatha would have made it an actual pleasure to meet you, jus' the way it is though.', shrugging off their circumstances as best as he could, all whilst extending his right hand in offer of peaceful acquaintance.

'Lets see here.... Stuff like this often appears hopeless at first glance but I've made miracles with worse... Aye, have a good swig o' that then pass that my way. Good.... EYES!!!! HERE!!!! LOOK INTAE MINE!!!!'

The Coyle family's tried-and-tested method in action, handed down through five generations at least, and resting firmly in the Consult-Major's capable hands as the triage-method (and all else he was taught) would be utilised in full effect that day. It was a job the wily Woad enjoyed, a pursuit he lived to endeavour daily, the likes he could not nor would not leave for another; his grandfather was killed in the Second Battle of Ziost, his father in the Third, but no such curse was hanging over the promising last of the healer's bloodline. Ryan Coyle possessed something both Daniel and James lacked, and though there were other facets set him apart, none could doubt that the Consult-Major's survivor-instinct was entirely his own to claim, and the sort that was capable of defying odds to surprise and circumvent enemies beyond the point of perceived defeat.

The sort that would've gladly committed atrocities to buy time for the wounded.

'Alright, so here's the rundown; You're definitely shaken from the fight, your heartrate and blood-pressure are elevated an' you're in need of immediate treatment, though we do have good news - you're no' gawn into shock.... So I'll be tryin' to work through the mayhem the-day, an' provided our lot start gaining some fething ground, there's a gidd chance we could set up temporary facilities right here on this very spot.'

But alas, the day wasn't done with Panatha yet.

'METEOR SHOWER INCOMIIIIIIING!!!!'

'Oh, feth off with that chit.... Soundin' like a mad foghorn when I'm back here trying t'think.'
 
The entire bay was chaos. Things were going pear shaped more and more rapidly than she could have imagined on what she initially believed to be a humanitarian relief mission. As men and women died around her waiting for free space for medical attention she felt so woefully inadequate. That would not stop her from doing everything she could in her power though. "Those enemy vessels are not our priority. We are here to provide evacuation from the surface of Panthaa. Have all of our transports load as many people as possible to bring them aboard the Archduke. I know it will burden our medical bays but we cannot afford to let those people down. We are here to help and help we shall." she said with a sharp authoritative tone.

Sarilia left to the turbolift and back to the bridge where the crew was moving as fast as they could. "Get all of our fighters to bring in close escort. Make sure they know that to the best of their abilities, they are to disallow any possible destruction of the evacuation transports. They are the only line of defense those people have between survival and the cold oblivion of space." she said, moving quickly towards the situation map that unfolded just how terrifically awful the situation really was becoming. An enemy fleet had joined the fray and that was the last thing she had been prepared to handle. Not that her ship was a massive war machine, but it could at least hold itself within a battle line. As much as it felt wrong to not join in the fight to cover escapes she had to hold with the Overseer's vessel so that the transports had the safest possible means of egress from the planet's surface. Those lives were more important than any sort of personal glory she hoped to attain by joining the fight.


"Hail the Overseer." she said with a brief pause, "Overseer Harris I am holding in pattern with your ship. We are approaching the capacity for refugees on the ship but I will load as many as I can before we have to leave. My fighters are in close escort with the escaping transport ships and are doing their best, but they are quite outnumbered. Do I have your leave to retreat with the survivors once the final transport is landed in the bay?"

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Location: The Devourer
Objective: Free prisoners and enact revenge
Tags: Silhana Cadera Ivixa Nera'kas Ivixa Nera'kas Tovald Kahmen’’a Tovald Kahmen’’a Garrus Garon Garrus Garon

Enemies: Kralmus Orr Kralmus Orr Dodhorn Harert Dodhorn Harert Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren

Direct Engagement: Vorm Vorm

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Mairéad smiled as she connected and saw the armour and flesh buckle under her force powers and the man dropped, but he was quick to react to defend himself. And the flare from the grenades at point blank range was enough to overwhelm the sensors on her buy'ce, dazzling her while the flash suppression to a moment to reboot. Without the helmet she would likely have permanently lost her vision but with it, it was just enough to prevent her seeing his flight to administer stims.

As her vision cleared she saw the snarling man administering treatment to himself from across the room. Beneath her she saw the flashes of more of her vod running along the lower corridor towards their objectve. She had to fight the urge to try and deal the killing blow, it was moves like that that would give him back the chance he needed. Her helmet and shoulder bore the signs of combat and part of her dreamsight was not hard to see through with the sensors damaged.

Vorm Vorm would likely feel the tension in her as she told herself not to carry on. She gestured to the remaining super commando and they both lept down the hole in the floor plating to the below. She hadn't realised it was two whole decks as the levels had collapsed in to each other. Before she jumped she flipped the trigger on one of her detonators and dropped it on her side of the chasm in the decking. She hoped it would prevent him giving chase, either by direct injury or collapsing the deck further to render it impassable.

The power down here was out and it was still dark, but at at least the bulkheads were open and in the distance she could see flashes of a firefight from more of her vod. Right now though it was just her and the other commando, he appeared injured but like the mandalorian he was he was fighting through it. "Your leg? Are you going to be OK?"

"Just a fracture I think, Vod, the armour is is doing the trick, but I'm going to slow you down. You go, I will hold off the Ren if he tries to follow us."

Mairéad knew this was how Mandalorians were, and she make a sign of respect to him, but it didn't make her feel any better leaving him knowing the fate which might be about to descent from above. Her comm was crackling that the prisoners were now being moved and her other vod had secured an evacuation shuttle from one of the hangars, she was impressed. Cynthia and Stardust spoke highly of the Solus professionalism and there was no doubt in Mai's mind that it was true now.

"Good luck Vod, follow as soon as you can."

 
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PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS
ALLIES: GA | Zhea Nox Zhea Nox
ENEMIES: Maw | TE | DECEASED Aron Gowrie DECEASED Aron Gowrie
ENGAGING: N/A
GEAR: In bio
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Ara’s tired, puffy eyes shifted around as she watched the soldiers coming and going. She looked back at the commanding officer as he dismissed the commander, then looked at Master Zhea with a statement that made Ara blink. There was no arrogance or hidden emotions coming from him. Merely beaming confidence, and a surety that made her understand why he was the man in charge.

Her gaze lowered slightly from his as his gaze turned to regard her. One hand rested over her stomach and the other clutched her leg. Without skipping a beat, the man pulled a flask from his pocket and took a good sip from it and introduced himself.

Aron Gowrie. Wildcat Division. She had read of him in the archives during her studies on the Third Imperial Civil War. Between him and some other man, Barone or something, the Imperials were a deadly threat to the Sith… and now the Maw.

Now she and Master Zhea was standing right in front of the legend, the thought of it all making Ara feel smaller than she already was between all the hardened soldiers around her. A tank rolled past with the earth underneath her shuddering, drawing her attention for the moment as she leaned against Master Zhea for some support.

Her eyes were beginning to droop. As Master Zhea and General Gowrie exchanged pleasantries, exhaustion and pain was weighing her down. She was tired. All she wanted was a place to lie down so she could either die or get some sl-

'.... EYES!!!! HERE!!!! LOOK INTAE MINE!!!!'

”Yes sir!” She blurted out with impulse, immediately straightening up, only to grimace and reach for her wounds again as a surge of pain shot through her. But she didn’t take her eyes off the boisterous doctor for a moment.

'Alright, so here's the rundown; You're definitely shaken from the fight, your heartrate and blood-pressure are elevated an' you're in need of immediate treatment, though we do have good news - you're no' gawn into shock.... So I'll be tryin' to work through the mayhem the-day, an' provided our lot start gaining some fething ground, there's a gidd chance we could set up temporary facilities right here on this very spot.'

Ara blinked with wide, bloodshot eyes as he spoke, trying to follow through his odd accent. At least she got the basic bits through it all. ”I… I got cut on the stomach and leg, sir… and the back of my chest feels weird.” She explained with a strained voice in an attempt to help him understand what was wrong with her. He likely knew already, but it was always good to let the doctors know what she was feeling.

If this man was a doctor in the first place.

'METEOR SHOWER INCOMIIIIIIING!!!!'

'Oh, feth off with that chit.... Soundin' like a mad foghorn when I'm back here trying t'think.'

”Um…” She spared a look at Master Zhea, then at General Gowrie and the doctor. ”I-is that… code for something? Should… should we, uh, get out of the open?” She asked with nervousness rising in her voice. Out of all the possible ways she could go out throughout the day, getting hit by either artillery or literal meteors was probably contending for the worst way so far.

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Dodhorn Harert, Hellwolf of Mandalore
Alor of the Clan Harert, Sith Lord, Former Mandalore of Ruthless
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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 Garrus Garon
Allies: Kralmus Orr Kralmus Orr | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Kybo Ren Kybo Ren | Vorm Vorm | Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood | Nal'Khem Szat Nal'Khem Szat | Open
Enemies: Ivixa Nera'kas Ivixa Nera'kas | Tovald Kahmen’’a Tovald Kahmen’’a | Garrus Garon Garrus Garon | Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus | Anashja Tal Anashja Tal | Genesis Draykin Genesis Draykin | Rath Nihro Rath Nihro | Open
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Dodhorn continued to gamble that the man would only use and waste his weapons and reserves. She was a patient host. She had plenty of time to wait. The more a man exhausts himself, the more things he does that fail, the sweeter the victory for the woman. She still didn't use the Force against him. The Hellwolf could have drained his life force, weakened him, but that would have only made the blood taste worse. And of course, she still had time to wait for him to tire.

She just watched as he fired grenades again, she calmly put her hands on her hips and waited for developments. When the grenades finally exploded and the ceiling began to collapse, Dodhorn then reached into the Force and telekinetically held the falling ceiling and debris so that everything was floating above their heads for now. She chuckled at his words. She thought he was stupid and simple man, an idiot, who see nothing.

The Hellwolf sensed perfectly that the ritual was progressing and the energies would soon leave the ship, heading straight for the planet. And then what they were here for happens. Then there will be no turning back. The woman didn't care about the hostage, it was just a great distraction from the ritual going on.

<"I won, but you won't live to see why."> she purred. <"Run little mouse, run!">

And the man did exactly what she wanted, he started towards the interior of the ship. Dodhorn held the debris a little longer until her opponent got a little further away. Then she teleported; in front of the man again, a few metres away. The debris and the floors fell at that point when the telekinetic force was no longer there to hold it.

After teleporting, when she arrived metres in front of the man, she immediately swung in his direction, quickly. The Hellwolf clenched her uninjured hand into a fist, when they got close to each other, she tried to hit him in the throat with her fisted hand. All she wanted was to crush his trachea and throat despite the armour so that he would die a slow and painful death as he slowly suffocated.

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Be careful what you wish for.

The last thing that evil wants...

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Location: Panathha
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"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Foes: BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW AND THEIR ALLIES
Allies: ETERNAL EMPIRE AND THEIR ALLIES

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“Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'faith.'” - Breme Brown

The call was made.

The call was answered.

Was he going to end this? No. True that even one Jedi can turn the tide of a battle, but he was but one fish in a sea.Was he going to be their ace in the hole? No, and it would be silly to think that he was, or even believed that possible. Was he here out of some sense of righteousness, a desire to save a planet he had never been to or heard of? Maybe, in a manner of speaking. He wanted to have a hand in turning back the Brotherhood of the Maw, but in reality that was not why he was here.

So why was he here? He was here, because they were there. The thought of “Empires” these days was a tricky one, but they were on Tython without thought or question to help. They were there standing with the Jedi without regret to defend one of the most important planets in the Jedi’s history. He may not have been all too keen about any of them personally, but they helped without hesitation. He owed it to them, he owed it to the Jedi, he owed it to himself to do the same.

Caltin was not coming alone. His comm-link was on and able to be tracked and a group of “mean muthafuqahs” as they call themselves were coming as well. Vanagor had no idea where they would land, but they wanted it that way. They went into every mission believing it their last, a fatalist approach but it worked for them and he had to respect that. He did not worry or think about them, he could not.

All he could do right now is step off the transport and onto the allied outpost. He was late to the party, but that did not matter as it seemed there was about to be a huge counter-offensive about to go down. He was at a disadvantage as he had never been to this planet before, but that was not going to change a thing. The big man would fight tooth and nail to defend it. Approaching a small group, he grasped “Conservator” into his hand and simply stated.

Point me to where I can help, please.





... is my undivided attention.

 

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Objective: Devour Panatha
Location: The Devourer's Bridge
Allies: Kralmus Orr Kralmus Orr Vorm Vorm Kybo Ren Kybo Ren Dodhorn Harert Dodhorn Harert
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim


His Hunger was rising ever increasing as he tried to expand his reach. The conflict had engulfed the entire planet from the space to the surface. He felt power coursing through his blackened veins, while all consuming hunger had threatened to burst forth and swallow everything and everyone along with it. The red woman was a formidable foe, and yet Kyrel had faced many great foes in both life and death. The forked tipped spear howled as it matched a symbiotic relationship with the ritual.

The fiery Sith runes still continued to flash as Kyrel was forced into a strange position. Watching the red woman as he held her in place. The way her power echoed through the Force, she tried to match power with power aiming her own Force as a shield to divide him with. He narrowed his eyes and scowled as he felt what she was trying to do. “You fool… I can handle beating you down and this ritual.” He said confidently, as if he could really divide his focus between the ritual and dealing with the nuisance that tried to bait him.

It had worked. He was forced to make a quick decision. With a wave of his hand he had broken the hold over her, and with the next gesture of his hand he had hoped to send her flying straight into one of the walls. He would attempt to use the metal, and dark tendrils from the energy of the ritual to wrap around her. If it had worked, and she didn’t break free he would look at her in the eye. “Perhaps you need reminding.” He said with a scoff as he launched a blast of force lightning from his fingertips towards the wrapped mix of metal and dark energy hoping to create an electric cage to trap her in for the time being.

He wasn’t sure if it would work, he swiftly turned his attention back to the epicenter of the ritual. Gripping the Hunger in his hand he drove the tips of the spear further into the central. A sonic boom was unleashed with another howling screech, and before him he felt the dark energy try and destroy the shield she screamed in attempts to stop him. He hoped for the dark energy to violently erupt as a volcano and reach to a frightening build up.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
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Fleet:
Military- Concordia (60% Shield, 100% Hull), 4x Shield-class Escort Cruiser (80%/70%/90%/90% Shields. 100% all Hull), 6x Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette, 2x GF-4 Stinger Multirole Fighter squadrons, 2x Viper "Blackbird II" Special Operations Interceptor squadrons, 12x DF-1 Scarab Swarm Fighter, 1x HA-2 Pike Squadron

Civilian/Evac- Star Phoenix, Many freighters for evac, Med-1

Mig took a few breaths, listening to the answer from the Maw leader. He glared a bit, giving a simple response.

"The revenge was the Sith's empire falling. If you wanted blood then Enclave already more than took it. This is just genocide of an entire species. If standing against that makes me dar'manda, than just try and come take my beskar'gam (armor)." As he cut off the comm, he continued to try and strike through the hull before the droids tried to stop him. The mando'ad'jetii eyed the droids, the purple arcs of ionized lightning reaching from his palm and into the nearest droids' hardware. He then just groaned, and quickly used the Force to try and pull through the hull where he'd already sliced through.

"Oy droid! Pretty sure she isn't spaceworthy now. Best let these folks on some fast transports ASAP." With any luck the programming would let the droids do this.

Meanwhile in orbit, the Concordia was taking the blows of of the Maw Star Destroyers. Her shields would hold for now, but the ships AI and crew really hoped they’d get some help or the evac fleet would leave soon. Still, the White Wolf would surprising joined by two of the Shield-class cruisers, providing their flak guns and other weapons to help.

The droid fighters would swarm and move, being programmed to be more cautious around flak, but attempting to fight as a swarm, while the manned fighters and interceptors finally caught up, a thudding of particle cannons sounding their arrival. Cordie though would quickly open a channel to the whole defensive fleet.

“Mayday, mayday! This is Concordia! We completely skipped the frying pan over here and could use some help! Star destroyers and frigates I think are on scene. A lot of them!”

As she said this, the heavy destroyer would continue her barrage, focusing in on one of the Maw destroyers.

Fleet Actions:
  • Two Shields join Concordia.
  • Concordia focuses fire on one enemy Star Destroyer.
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Location: Panatha
Objective: Eliminate the mercenaries
Tag: Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el / Ishani Dinn Ishani Dinn

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"You're not wrong, we'll need all the surprise considering we're in the middle of an invasion. But please, tell me what you've got in mind" he said respectfully as the boy brought up a map of the encampment ahead. He planned to blow the whole thing sky high, which in all honesty wasn't a bad idea. If they managed to sneak in without being seen, they'd be able to come in and out without a single scratch on them.

"It's a better plan than you think Jasper. Let's go with it, I trust you well enough" the teen said with a slight smirk and a nudge of Jaspers's shoulder. He was a smart kid, so he doubted something like that would go wrong "Come on, how abo-" with a snap of his head Silas looked in the direction of the strange noise and saw a woman grab hold of some vines, a sight that made him open his eyes wide

"Jasper watch out!" he yelled, force pushing the boy safely away from the vines that rushed him. However, that left him open to the vines that were meant for his agony. With a pained yelp, his legs were the first to be held tightly in their grip. Soon enough, more began to wrap around his body swiftly, only to go so far. A bright blue light erupted from the side of his body as some of the vines were cut away by his lightsaber.

"Keep her distracted Jasper, I'll be with you soon!" he shouted, carefully trying to break himself free with an urgency that didn't get him injured.

 
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Panthana
Allies: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard
Enemies: Ishani Dinn Ishani Dinn

A sneeze drew Jaspers attention towards an incoming threat, who quickly sent vines to ensnare him and Silas. Before the duelist could draw his lightsaber and fend of the vines, Silas had used the force to push him to safety, allowing himself to be entangled.


"Keep her distracted Jasper, I'll be with you soon!"

"No pressure," Jasper sighed to himself as he drew his lightsaber. His attention was now fully on the Sith. "What's your deal? You some kinda bat person? Berson? Pat? Y'know what, I'll just call you Patricia and call it a day. Look-"

Jasper assumed a Makashi stance, preparing his footing and drawing closer to the woman. Monologuing was an opening to make his opponent disregard him as a threat, and partly to get his thoughts out of his head, but the battle would come fast. He had trained a lot since Empress Teta. It was time to put it to the test.

"-You and I know how this is gonna go, so I'm just gonna let you have the first move," he told the winged woman. "Free of charge."

It was multi layered bait. Jasper had a plan, one that he concocted in a matter of seconds, but a plan nonetheless. All he needed was for the Sith woman to fall for it.
 
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Objective 3: Fight
Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
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Zachariel's honesty in his response came from him knowing she wouldn't understand anything else. Perhaps she would understand the honesty, would be able to see what he spoke of. Inadvertently, he also showed her there was more to him than a bloodthirsty warlord. Granted, he never did truly hide it, but all anyone ever saw was that, so he played to that image, gaining a well deserved reputation. Granted, he was bloodthirsty, but there was also logic and reason behind his actions, far more than what could be said for others.

As Eina responded, Zachariel sighed internally. What she said was true, that's exactly how history would remember people. Their actions and deeds, not who they were. But it was more than just that.
"What you say is true, but those closest to the individual remember them. To everyone else, they become an ideal to aspire to, a legacy to follow." He gestured to her. "You build a legacy of good and holy work in Ashla's name. Others aspire to that, following in your footsteps and being better themselves. Mongrel, or Asher, was a slave who became a feared warlord of the Brotherhood. He is an inspiration of what anyone can become, a memory that even the lowest slave in the Brotherhood can become great, if they but rise to the occasion and become strong."

"In the grand scheme of things, we are insignificant specks of dust. Once we die, our memories will vanish within three generations, at best. The lucky ones will last longer. That is why a legacy is important. To show the rest of the galaxy, the rest of the universe, that one was there, one existed. A legacy will last ages, with names either honored or feared by countless people. Who you were may be forgotten, but your legacy will not."

The warlord spoke truthfully, saying what he believed. Even he, who had lived well over a millennia, still feared the advancement of time. One day he would vanish too, but he would make his mark before that day, leaving a legacy to be feared and respected. With any luck, he would live for millennia longer, but no matter what, he would make his mark and his name would be remembered, one way or another. But soon enough, those thoughts of the future mattered little, and only the battle of the present did.

Snorting at her words, the warlord nodded. She truly was her mothers daughter, in every way. That was why he called her Little Ingrid, because she was a younger version of Ingrid, in so many ways. Eina would also stand against him, just as her mother would, though with far fewer qualms than Ingrid. And it was to be fair, but she would still need to be pushed aside as a result. So he wordlessly had lunged forward, striking out towards Eina with a double blow, eager to end this quickly and move on.

His sword is pushed down, carving a deep gouge through the metal as it continues on. But his axe is pushed into the wall, buried deep and immediately immobile. Snarling, the warlord pulled back in an instant, leaving the axe there as he pulls his sword before him defensively, but he was a moment too slow. Eina had struck out with her attack, cutting into the elbow connection of his armor and severing the 'forearm' of the gen'dai warlord.

The limb falls to the ground next to Eina, even as Zachariel steps back, suddenly defensive. Snarling beneath his helmet, he doesn't even glance at the wound or limb, instead glaring at Eina.
"Well played, child."

With but a thought, the severed limb suddenly snatches out and grasps towards Eina's ankle, doing its best to both distract and ensnare her. At the same time, Zachariel lunges forward, sword aiming to stab Eina once more, hoping to use the distraction to his benefit, if it happened at all. And as he does so, he snarls out.
"But not well enough."

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