Dominion Two to Tango | SO Dominion of D'Qar

[Aspect of Resolve]

D’Qar has long been a fringe world of hideaways and vagabonds, even in more recent times. As the Rimward Trade League collapsed it briefly served as a sort of anchor point for their retreating forces, although now it is largely barren of activity save for a few outposts and hastily cobbled together spaceports still in use by small handfuls of these remnant forces.​

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These forces have been a nagging thorn in our side for too long and these bases seem to be one of their primary rallying points for their raids on our outlying worlds, it is high time that we set about eradicating them. ​

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With the Second Legion still recovering from their recent advances in the Outer Rim and the First occupied maintaining the front against the Galactic Alliance, the forces allocated to eliminate the threats on D’Qar are somewhat limited in scope. As such two key objectives will be taken first that will give our forces a foothold and a position of strength with which to finally crush these rebellious remnants in one fell swoop without even needing to dispatch a Legion to do so. ​

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One final nail in the coffin of the Trade League and one final blow to the organized resistance in the Outer Rim that has thus far plagued each world the Sith Order has expanded to. Ensure that the hammer falls.​

Objective 1: Feet First into Hell​

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Even with the element of surprise our landings are being made under heavy fire from camouflaged and established positions all across the world. The command center for all of the hidden redoubts is our primary target as taking it would mean cutting off communications between the various bases and thus allowing us to annihilate them individually once we’ve established our foothold.​

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Aerial bombing runs have had little success against the more dispersed defensive fortifications of the command center but have exposed enough gaps in their lines to allow for landings to be made. Join in the assault and capture the command center, be swift before our foes' mastery of the environment and hidden bases can be used to halt additional landings.​

Objective 2: Echoes Long Gone​

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A point of interest aside from the hidden outposts across it is the crashed remains of the Fulminatrix, a warship from centuries ago that crashed onto D’Qar after it was destroyed in orbit above the world. While any fuel reserves or supplies have long rotted or been picked over, scans show that some systems are relatively intact and salvageable still. In particular the orbital autocannons that the ship’s model was known for still seem almost entirely in one piece. While completely inoperable, if we secure the crash site then our forces would be able to study the weaponry of the vessel and incorporate those mighty cannons into our own ship designs.​

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An encampment has already been established around the wreck by League remnants and local scavengers but it would appear, rather unexpectedly, to already be under attack. And by Sith no less. Darth Strosius and his own forces have made landfall ahead of the wider invasion fleet and seem intent on claiming the wreckage for themselves. Whether by parley with the fanatics and their Lord or by beating them to the cannons, secure the schematics and any other salvageable assets from the ship.​

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Obtain Autocannon Schematics
Tags: Open!
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Experimental weaponry was a relatively new field for Darth Strosius and His followers to dabble in, and one only recently made possible at all due to a few key yet indeed very limited assets. Expansion of their products and services was not only necessary, it was paramount for the benefit of the wider Sith Order as well. Even if that did mean having to get one step ahead of the competition. All competition.

The Fulminatrix at the time of its construction was a marvelous vessel which was renowned as a fleet killer and orbital terror, one that now laid lifeless and decaying on the surface of D'Qar. One that was ripe for the taking. Darth Strosius wasn't the only one to have such a realization of course, the locals had been pilfering the vessel for years upon years and yet they hadn't thought to claim its greatest bounty. The orbital autocannons that made it so infamous in the first place.

The masked Sith Lord let the lifeless body of a scavenger fall from His grasp as He sensed a disturbance, pausing mid-stride to snap His head around and upwards as shuttles from high above began streaking down towards the surface of the planet. "Chit." He had been hoping to be long gone by the time the Sith Order's expansion forces had arrived. Evidently He had gotten sloppy during His death.

He smothered a growl of annoyance and turned His attention back to the task at hand, spearheading the assault on the scavenger's camp around the mighty vessel. They had entrenched and established positions but no fortification could withstand the power of a Sith for long, and if nothing else then the endless tenacity of the Legionnaires that were advancing in the wake of His destructive path would see them through. Unfortunately time was no longer on their side.

:"The siege is over my faithful, storm the gates and put down every last scum that dares to stand in our way.": He raised a hand and halted an incoming bolt from a raised blaster turret, sending it back to its shooter with a rather explosive return. :"We must reach the cannons first. Onwards!": With cries of valor and passion the zealots followed their Prophet into battle, no hesitation marring their rush even as blaster bolts and grenades were sent to stop them.

 

[Elane II of Kuat]

Objective: Take Schematics
Tags: Darth Strosius

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Several Modernized Hardcell Class Transports emerged from hyperspace around the Planet of D'Qar with the symbol of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan as they touched down on the surface of the world near the wreckage of the Fulminatrix in order to aquire the ancient but deadly orbital autocannons​

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One might question why Bankers needed such firepower despite the protection afforded by the Sith Empire and its Corpse Emperor. However, trust is a scarce commodity and the fact that Chairman Sostair had informed the Dark Council about the impending insurrection led by Darth Nefaron only heightened their anxiety. ​

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The Muun disembarked from one of the transports, holding a datapad to oversee developments from a secure location, as he was no match for the Dark Lords of the Sith. Nevertheless, financial resources could still prove advantageous, prompting him to enlist the Haxion Brood Raiders and the Warriors of Abonshee to explore the ruins.​

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He had promised them full salvage rights in exchange for the schematics they could retrieve.​

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"Your first priortiy is to secure the schematics undamaged, other than that you may kill anyone you desire." He said into the communication device to Captain Gashok with a small sip of the wine on the table, resting comfortably while his minions did the work.​

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"As you wish - Chairman Panith. We won't let any Sith Lord stand in our way." The Abonshee captain said with a grin at the prospect of claiming the head of a Sith for his trophy wall. Loading up his LS-150 Heavy Repeater Gun with ammunition as the Starhawk Speeder Bike were unloaded from the transports allowing them to drive towards the starship's wreckage.​

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[Vaelon Scarr]

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Brooklyn Zambrano

A formation of shuttles were heading planetside, aiming to diverse and issue a number of manoeuvres to dodge the incoming fire across the planet; The shuttle Vaelan was in contained who he assumed to be another acolyte just like him, and a squad of soldiers. The idea is to spread numbers as much as possible, independently take over the landings into that command center.

A sharp jolt rocked the shuttle, and for a brief second, the artificial gravity stuttered. The squad leader, grizzled, scarred, with a face like a rusted blade, gripped the overhead rail and barked over the comms.

"Brace! Drop in ten!"

The engines whined, shifting tone as the pilot forced them into a tight descent. A warning klaxon blared as something exploded nearby, sending a shudder through the ship's frame.

Green. And the landing was rough, but it happened. The ramp opened, leading to a flow of soldiers and Vaelan showing out, as well as looking back, making sure the other acolyte wasn't too far behind.

And so it began. His first time on a battlefield. His internal doubts were there, fear, but he knew better than to let those feelings dominate him right now.

 

[Lúthien Tinúviel]

OBJECTIVE ONE: Shut down enemy communication systems.
LOADOUT: Arm | Armor | Hidden Blade | Dagger | Sword
TAGS: Adean Castor (Interacting) | Vaelon Scarr (Nearby) | Brooklyn Zambrano (Nearby)

Strike teams were being sent out in an effort to remove any communication systems that the enemy forces still have operational. Standing inside the transport as we whisked down to the surface of the planet, heading deep into enemy territory. The Ships flying low enough that Anti-Air guns wouldn't be able to fire upon the ships, but every so often, a few smacks on the hull alerted us that small arms fire was attempting to take us down. To no avail.

Standing there in what was essentially antique armor, My hands came up and threw my hair into a pony-tail. Making sure it was tight. Adjusting it to not give myself a headache, and then putting on my glove. Strapping it down as we flew even closer. Those who were inside the vessel with me were a mix. Some basic troopers lead by more elite ones, and a Captain among them. Some others who were not troopers may have been with us as well, but I didn't pay them too much attention at the moment.

Ever since having been... indoctrinated into the Tsis'Kaar, I was kind of on a probationary period. Mostly due to being new to the job. Not because I did something wrong or made a mistake. Was just new. However, Darth Strosius wanted me to use this operation as a chance to flex my muscles. To show on a mission where I had expanded since joining a bit ago. If there had been any changes. In truth, there might have not been a real change. As I was already fairly well off, more so finding refinement in what I needed to do. There was also a thought lingering that this was an attempt to see if I could be part of a team just as much as I could work solo.

Since I had told him I didn't like working with others very often.

"Hitting the landing zone in 30 seconds!"

The voice of the co-pilot came over the com systems. His voice in my ear with the ear piece. Reaching down to my side, I placed my hand on the hilt of the sword. A weapon I have been carrying with me for a while. Only now testing it in a battle instead of just training or a duel. Looking to the troops, I sighed. Knowing I would have to stay with them instead of rushing forward. if only to just clear a path.

"Keep your heads down, and move from cover to cover. High value target eliminations mean more resistance. Only go as fast as we need to. Rushing will only bring death to yourselves."

My voice ringing out in the com systems after the pilot. Making sure that everyone knew the idea. No rushing unless necessary.

"Keep close to a battle buddy. Don't be a hero. Do your job."

The Dramatic slow down of the vessel, coming to a complete stop, and the ramp opening. My feet carrying me forward The sword drawn from its sheath. Sparks Violet and Azure lighting lanced out to the plating on my armor before dying down as if it was waking up from a slumber. Bolts flying at me, and the sword smacking them down.

My First Mission has started.

 

[Zanami]

Two to Tango

"The Key to Joy is Disobedience
- Aleister Crowley -

Location: Secret
Gear: In Sig

They're Coming to Take Me Away​

It didn't take long for the military geniuses to come to the realization that the aerial bombings held very little success, for the few exceptions where gaps were created; but the landing parties were still under fire, heavily. They needed to knock out those batteries before the casualty rate climbed to a number where heads would literally roll, thus it was time for an unofficial mission; and nobody was suited more for such a task than one of the Tsis'kaar.

And Zanami had been selected.

Her mission was simple, move from one battery encampment to the next, disabling their functionality so the landing forces can come in and do their jobs. It was a mission; she found much to her delight. The voices agreed, too.

Zanami waited until it became twilight before moving out, using the encroaching darkness to her advantage. As she drew closer to the first of her targets, she used the jamming device on her armor to disrupt the enemy's communications; effectively making them unable to rely to the other batteries that something sinister was amiss. She slinked into the first battery, poised to make her mark.

 

[Phaelissia]

Location: Fulminatrix Wreckage - D'Qar
Thread Objective: Echoes Long Gone
Primary Mission Objective: Capture Orbital Autocannons
Secondary Mission Objective: Seize Schematics
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tag: Eira Dyn Darth Strosius Elane II of Kuat

Two agents could move faster than an entire army. Or so, was the idea. Phaelissia took little stock in the adage behind it, as she knew from an experience that a disciplined force could move with surprising alacrity if compelled to do so. Nevertheless, the Cipher agent’s entire mission had been staked on it, with her and Eira acting together to achieve one or both of the objectives they had been tasked with completing for their mission into the wreckage of the Fulminatrix.

And indeed, as projected from the briefing, the site was already quite heavily contested.

The loud report of the Shyrack’s beating stabilizer magnorotors came as a steady hum within the passenger bay. As Phaelissia studied her gauntlet computer, the voice of the pilot rang out over the intercom, announcing that they were on the final approach to the wreckage site. The Cipher agent turned to glance out the nearby viewport, her synthetic gaze immediately honing in on the massive gray hulk of the once-formidable dreadnought. Nestled deep within the forest, the ancient vessel’s old fuel stores had leached out into the surrounding environment and killed much of the nearby plant life, thereby creating a large, barren glade.

With very little plant life left to provide concealment, Phaelissia had an almost perfect view of the Wonosa forces and mercenaries converging on the site.

“Pilot, set us down near the bow structure!” Phaelissia called out. “We’ll reach the autocannons on foot!” She added.

The pilot did as directed and soon, the fluttercraft was hovering in place near the bow, utilizing the large frame of the ancient hulk as cover from potential fire in the process. Phaelissia offered Eira a quick nod, before leaping out of the bay, allowing gravity to carry her down to the ground!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Frostfire Azalea
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Purifying Lash
• Freezing Fates
• ASBF-X86p "Njósnari" Probe Droid
• FAE/MDE-02-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• FAE/MDE-02-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Concussion Explosive (4)

 

[Commodore Helix]

Objective: Feet First Into Hell
Equipment: Flamestaff, Horror Matrix, Suppression Rifle, Phosphorus Blaster Pistol
Tags: OPEN​

Helix's arrival was heralded by his usual lack of subtlety. Avalanche transports positioned themselves in a wide semicircle, charged their rocket artillery, and prepped to fire.

Helix reasoned that the enemy couldn't hide in the environment if there was no environment, but he couldn't saturate the area as much as he'd like. The objective, after all, was to capture the command center, not melt it.

He had a few Shrike droids do a flyover, just to see how bad things were. Data trickled back to him quickly. Friendly Sith in the AO. That ruled out artillery. He begrudgingly ordered the rocket vehicles to stand down. They'd have to do this the old-fashioned way.

"Right then." He said primly, directing his voice over comms to his forces. "Move in. Support the Sith whenever possible. Kill any unidentified personnel on sight, save for when capture is possible. We still have beasts to feed, after all." He shouldered his weapon and strode forward into the murk as a chorus of Binary "Roger, roger!"s erupted in his brain.

The droids moved forward, engaging in sporadic firefights with the locals. The transports, no longer needed for their artillery capabilities, folded their shells and plowed forward, knocking down trees or incinerating brush with their radthrowers. Helix didn't much care for fighting in forests, but orders were orders, and resistance seemed light at first glance.

He didn't have many troops here, but he was confident that they would be more than enough to scatter a few ragtag resistance fighters. So far, losses were minimal. A few B1H models lost to improvised explosives, but as they made up the bulk of his force, this was of little concern. He considered that, and climbed atop a transport as it passed. Stepping on a mine would require a lengthy period of recuperation.

Helwolves were deployed in small numbers to help track down insurgents waiting in ambush. More often than not, they ate what they found. Snarls barks, howls and screams filtered through the forest, mingling with the sound of phosphorus blaster fire in a grim symphony...

 

[Sable Varro]

MISSION REPORT: Feet First Into Hell
Operative: Sable Varro
Mission Classification: [Confidential]

Personnel Involved:

• Primary Operative(s): Secure Site For Landing
• Supporting Units: Unknown
• Allied Contacts: Adean Castor | Vaelon Scarr | Brooklyn Zambrano | Lúthien Tinúviel
• Hostile Forces: Unknown

Deployment Location:

• Primary Target Zone: D'Qar

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
• Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
• Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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The drop pod rattled violently, its reinforced plating glowing red-hot as it punched through the planet's atmosphere. Inside, Sable sat motionless, her breathing slow and measured, unaffected by the turbulence shaking lesser soldiers to their core. Darkness surrounded her, interrupted only by the crimson glow of the status lights flickering across her HUD.

One minute to deployment.

She reached for her blaster rifle, securing it against her chest, fingers running along its frame with the ease of a killer checking their favored tool. A second weapon, a compact sidearm, sat holstered at her thigh. The rest of her gear was stripped to the essentials—mobility was paramount. This wasn't a battlefield. This was a hunt.

Thirty seconds.

The pod's systems beeped, locking onto coordinates deep behind enemy lines. Her mission was clear: infiltrate, eliminate, and disrupt. No fanfare. No backup. Just the silence of the grave left in her wake.

The final countdown flashed across the screen.

Five.

Sable closed her eyes, feeling the currents of fear stirring beneath her even now—those below, unsuspecting, unaware of what was about to descend upon them.

Four.

Her breathing slowed.

Three.

Her fingers flexed.

Two.

Her heart beat once, steady, unshaken.

One.

The drop pod doors detonated outward, the impact thrusters engaging just long enough to kill lethal velocity before the pod slammed into the earth like the fist of a vengeful god. The concussive force sent dust and debris spiraling into the air, shockwaves rolling across the battlefield.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

Sable moved.

The hatch blasted free, the smoking interior giving way to the ghost within. She emerged like a specter from the void, already raising her rifle, already mapping the battlefield in the split-second chaos of her arrival.

The drop pod's impact had left a scar upon the battlefield—a crater of smoldering earth and twisted wreckage, a violent birth into the chaos of war. Sable stepped out from the smoking ruin, her silhouette briefly outlined against the fires licking at the shattered remains of what once stood here.

The air was thick with the scent of charred metal and burning flesh. Distant explosions rumbled across the horizon, but here, in this fractured stretch of no man's land, the silence was deafening. It was not the silence of peace. It was the silence of expectation.

She took it all in—the skeletal remains of structures long since abandoned to conflict, the bodies strewn where they had fallen, some still clutching their weapons, others barely recognizable beneath the rubble. The landings had been made under fire, and the aftermath was evident. Blaster scoring marred every surface, the earth pockmarked from detonations.

A battlefield still breathing.

Her gaze flicked upward. No eyes were upon her yet, but she could feel them—hidden remnants, those who had survived the initial bombardment, regrouping, waiting for the next wave.

Waiting for her. Waiting for the others.

 

[Lirka Ka]

OBJECTIVE 2
TAGS: Serina Calis Kaila Irons

Orbital Autocannons. They were a wonderful thing to think about, Lirka was rather fond of the weapons. A relic of better times and the might of the old Empire. It brought back all the fond memories of Grand Moff Lirka Ka rumbling through the borderlands of the Old Empire as she blasted hapless villages into craters for daring to stand against the might of Carnifex and his empire. Just another thing lost in the transition of power.

Though, in her new position, the idea of vast orbital bombardments leveling entire micro civilizations was simply bad for business. Realistically, she didn't even want to see the return of the weapon. But the most important information of all had reached her ears it was Darth Strosius who had made the first dive to try and secure the schematics for the weapon. Lirka did not like Tsis'Kaar on the best of days and Strosius? Well...for reasons she didn't entirely even remember...liked even less than the lot of them.

Gunships sailed through the sky as Lirka and her entourage made their way to the crash site. Yet today was a day of attaches, one Serina Calis had been slapped onto Lirka's gaggle of strandcast warriors. Much to the chagrin of the Once-Sephi - though following the rules of Lirka Ka. The pair had scuffled once, and that did she looked more highly upon the girl. For what that was worth when Lirka looked so little upon most things in the Galaxy. The engines flared as the vessel grumbled through the sky. The pilot's voice crackling over the comms.

"The treeline is too thick, Slavemaster. You and the entourage will have to traverse the rest on foot."

Lirka let out a grumble that was closer to a snarl. Fine. Let them trudge through the muck of this world, it would make the sweet spillage of Tsis'Kaar blood all the better when the time came. She let her rage simmer, and instead turned her helm to regard the form of Calis, looking her over once, then twice. Before letting her distorted voice hum out, in the sort of dry humor that only a Sephi could muster.

"You look taller."

Her head turned away, instead regarding the doors as the hiss of mechanization rang out as the whipping air lashed against them. The engines did not slow as she addressed her Forceling compatriot one more time.

"I hope you've been taught how to fall, Weaver."

And with that, Lirka let go of her handlebar taking one big step forward and letting herself plummet to the earth like a missile. Her gaggle of warriors following suit as each threw themselves into the rather rugged drops that Once-Sephi preferred. The earth cracked beneath Lirka's metal feet, servos whirring as she rose from the dust cloud that shot up from her impact. Glowing lenses acknowledged the terrain around the gaggle, the distant noise of the other Sith-Imperial forces reached her audio receptors. An order barked out of Lirka's helm, she was not one to faff about when there were violent deeds needing to be done.

"Warriors! Move! Convene with our fellows, we will push the wreckage and when the time comes: let us claim these lost relics for the glory of our eternal-father!"

With that, Lirka began to stomp her way through the treeline: making her way towards the sound of the rest of the Sith-Imperials making their way to the crash site. She was rarely one to engage with the other Sith-Imperials, such was the curse of following the path of power. So many balked at the title of Kainite. Yet, she could only "hope" that she'd find some other warriors that understood the glees that could come from a bit of inter-Sith conflict.

 

[Serina Calis]

Two to Tango.
Location: ???
Objective: 2.
Allies: Lirka Ka Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves
Opposing Force: Darth Strosius

"Power is not found in the ruins of dead empires—it is claimed by those with the will to take it before lesser hands dare to reach."​

The scent of damp soil and burning fuel hung thick in the air as Serina stepped forward, letting her boots sink into the softened ground of the jungle. She barely suppressed a smirk as she cast a glance toward Lirka, the so-called Slavemaster, who now had no choice but to suffer her presence.

Serina had been foisted upon Lirka's warband, of course. An attachment, they had called it—like she was some wayward apprentice in need of guidance. She knew the truth of it. The Sith-Imperial hierarchy had its concerns, and she had been sent to observe Lirka Ka as much as to fight beside her. It was a quiet insult, a subtle undermining of the Once-Sephi's authority. How delightful.

Her lips curled at the memory of their prior encounter. A skirmish, a test of strength. Lirka had emerged the victor that day, but Serina had won in the way that mattered—she had been noticed. Respected? Hardly. But even Lirka had to acknowledge that Serina was not to be ignored.

And here they were again.

She shifted her gaze back to the landscape ahead. Beyond the jungle, the ruins of the Fulminatrix loomed like a rusted corpse, half-swallowed by the earth. The wreck was a massive, gnarled husk of shattered durasteel and broken dreams, a monument to the failures of past empires. But inside, buried beneath the centuries of decay, there was power. Schematics. Weaponry. Secrets. And Serina intended to claim them before Strosius could.

Her fingers drummed idly against the hilt of her lightsaber as the gunship lurched. The voice of the pilot crackled over the comms, a warning that the jungle was too dense for a proper landing. Lirka, predictably, responded with a guttural sound of irritation.

Serina merely smiled.

The hiss of depressurization filled the cabin as the drop doors slid open, sending a gust of hot wind rushing in. The ship did not slow. Lirka turned to her then, those glowing lenses sweeping over her in that analytical, predatory way she had.

"You look taller."

Serina feigned surprise. "Oh? You must be shrinking."

Lirka scoffed and turned back to the open hatch, preparing to make her descent. Serina flexed her fingers, feeling the weight of expectation settle on her shoulders. It was time to move.

"I hope you've been taught how to fall, Weaver."

Serina did not reply, only tilted her head slightly as Lirka stepped off the edge, plummeting downward like a missile.

The other warriors followed, throwing themselves from the gunship with the reckless abandon of those who knew no fear—or had been trained to suppress it.

Serina waited a breath longer, eyes flickering toward the treetops below, calculating her landing point. Then she stepped forward, letting herself drop.

The wind howled past her ears as she twisted mid-air, angling her body as she reached out through the Force. Trees blurred past in streaks of green and brown. At the last possible moment, she exerted her will—a controlled push against the ground below, slowing her descent just enough.

She landed lightly, her boots touching down with only a soft thud as she straightened. No dust cloud, no servos groaning under impact. A delicate, practiced landing.

Lirka and her warriors were already moving, making their way toward the distant sounds of combat. Serina fell in step beside them, her gaze sweeping the ruins ahead. The remnants of the League, the scavengers, and Strosius' forces. All tangled together in the struggle for dominance.

She exhaled slowly.

"Lirka," she called, her voice smooth and measured. "As much as I relish the opportunity to wade through a battlefield, time is not on our side. Strosius isn't here for the wreckage—he's after something inside." She gestured to the ruins. "I will see that he does not find it."

She turned, her smile sharpened. "Unless, of course, you'd rather let him claim it first?"

A taunt. A challenge. One that Lirka would never accept.

Without waiting for a response, Serina moved.

The jungle closed around her as she darted ahead, weaving through the undergrowth with a predator's grace. The crash site loomed closer with every step, and beyond it, the real battle awaited.

Darth Strosius

He was here, somewhere, within the ruins of the Fulminatrix, hunting for the prize that Serina now sought to claim for herself.

She would find him. She would beat him. And when the dust settled, it would be her name spoken in victory.

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Tags: Darth Strosius

Kaila Irons Phaelissia Tamsin Graves Elane II of Kuat

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From the very beginning, he knew the scavengers would most likely be disorganized, lacking proper defenses; undoubtedly, they would be no match for the brutality of Wonosa. Just like any other assignment, this was another test to prove his own effectiveness and loyalty. Kasir's senses were sharper that a vibroblade as adrenaline pumped through his entire being. Besides the thrill of another hunt, there was an undeniable sense of dark nostalgia, for he acknowledged the twisted enjoyment found in his time alongside Darth Strosius since the return.

Here on D'Qar, everything felt right again.

Clad in black robes that covered his Leidimas Sith Plate, the Darkseeker radiated an aura of eerie calm. The High Priest constantly lingered in his peripheral vision as he advanced with the Legionnaires. The Sith's skin was like marble, a sharp contrast to the raven hair that fell upon his shoulders; but it was the glint in those eyes, cold and ruthless, that would so often leave hearts racing when meeting Kasir's gaze.

The world around, soon raging with violence, was a realm he understood intimately; here, on this new battlefield, he felt alive. As it commenced, he moved with stealth, cloaked in shadows, and efficient with every step taken.

However, there was no urge to draw his saberstaff; the destruction sparked something more raw, more feral inside him, a desire to unleash his own personal style of savagery. Unlike others on the front lines, he would also choose to pass unnecessary confrontations. Instead, he focused on targeting those who stood out as leaders, desiring to quickly dismantle their weak defenses. The Sith knew their success would heavily depend on speed, as they raced against time to secure what they came for.

The Sangnir's power surged through his veins like ice. With the swiftness of a Loth-wolf and the strength of a Gundark, it was a cruel force intertwining with the darkness residing deep within.

With a sudden leap, he was upon his first target, a towering humanoid figure. Pale hands lashed out, pressing his palms against the man's face. Applying pressure, he watched as the eyes burst under brute force. The scream of agony that tried to escape his victim's lips was easily swallowed by the cacophony of blaster fire and explosions surrounding them. Blood sprayed and painted the ground.

Beyond the destruction, it felt like liberation.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: D'qar, disembarking
Wearing: Armor + Mask
Tag: Tamsin Graves Lirka Ka
Nearby: Serina Calis Eira Dyn Phaelissia
Approaching: Darth Strosius Kasir Dorran Elane II of Kuat

Darth Strosius was back.

These were words she'd not expected to hear, not ever. Darth Anathemous had been a mere apprentice when she watched him die, seen his body turn to ash amidst the flames of that wretched Kaggath. There was nothing left to resurrect, less they could reanimate his bones.

She watched brotherhood die, and her dreams of a united empire with it.

To hear that he'd returned, she could scarce believe it, needed to see it for herself.

Equally important, she needed to know the Kainites would not cause incident, nor steal the secrets of this world for themselves, for they rightfully belonged to the whole of the empire.

And so, whether they liked it or not, Anathemous had attached herself and a couple squads of black-armored Echnosian trenchers to Lirka Ka 's retinue, saying something about the Second Legion's eastward expansion, that the Dark Council had priority.

In truth, she was prepared to betray them all if need be.

"Stay close once we're down there, apprentice." she called to Tamsin Graves , voice distorted by a helm.

The girl knew her master's plans; The Echnosians would take up rear security on the left flank, except Anathemous and a small command team. If the Kainites were engaged first, they would play along until Darth Strosius ' presence was confirmed, at which point Anathemous would give out a signal via private and encrypted communications to begin eliminating the Kainites from behind.

If not, if this wasn't the real Strosius, they would fight beside their fellow imperials as if they'd been brothers all along.

Such was the way of sith, she supposed. Her "allies" would surely do the same one day.


When the call came to drop, the sith knight stepped off into a free fall. The force produced an ominous thrumming as her descent slowed bit by bit till she reached the ground. She marched forwards as Echnosians dropped behind via jetpack, her footfalls unnaturally heavy as metal wreathed in flesh and muscle touched D'qarian dirt for the first time.

"I hear fighting ahead." she announced to the group, red visor locked forward.

"Perhaps there really are Wanosans here."

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[Brooklyn Zambrano]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Objective I

Tag | Vaelon Scarr

This was to be her first real active combat assignment, having only previously spending all her time on Jutrand butting heads with her peers.

The girls hands wrapped around the bars where she sat, adjusting herself so that she comfortably yet firmly was stuck in. Going over what all was going on in her mind she recalls the order, storm and take control of the command center to throw off enemy lines hidden around the planet itself...

A vital task to be sure, and with no Legionary back up it would seem that herself and the others would have to make do with what they had. Something she was getting better at doing it seemed, be it from the arid deserts of Krayiss II or the violent storms of Haiklet... She had always endured and made do.

Brooklyn's gaze met with the other close by, another acolyte such as herself it seemed. His garb looked akin to many of the sorcerer types, with any luck his spells will be rather handy indeed.
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"Brace! Drop in ten!"

This was it, her grip tightened as blasts from anti-air knocked the ship around, only being let go once that door had began to open. It was the smarter choice to stick with the troopers, aid them in their advance to a more favourable spot so that they all weren't so easily shot.

The girl was determined to lead as a vanguard, speeding up quickly to catch up with her fellow acolyte. She said nothing, only giving him a firm stare and a solid nod. Letting him know she had his back, his abilities were needed.. It would not do to have her comrade shaken and unfocused.

"Right side, foxhole!"

She yells out to the troopers, using the force to lift up a log to cover them all from the blaster rounds. It would be to that right side she had spotted a crater made from an explosion, it wasn't the best spot but it would provide some troopers shelter that they needed.

It didn't take long for the log to be shredded up, nor for her fledgling force ability to hold the cover up for long.

As she gave the troopers time to get to shelter, that had left herself and the other acolyte..

Without a second thought, she tugged at his robe, gesturing for them to run to a fallen aircraft. It was less cover than the hole, but it would suit the both of them.

Warblade raised, she stood between the blaster fire and her comrade, ensuring that he made it to cover while she swatted away bolts. Following as his protector, soaking in the damage as a few rounds had managed to hit..

She stays crouched behind the blasted ship chunks, turning to Vaelon Scarr as her chest pounded with Adrenaline.

"Do you-"

She huffs, catching her breath for a moment.

"Do you think you could use your spells as the troopers use whatever heavy ordinance they have on that nest? Maybe that'll blow open a path and deal with the guys shooting at us ya?"

It was easy to see that Brooklyn was hoping they knew any fancy explosions or whatnot...

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[Tamsin Graves]

Location: D'qar, disembarking
Theme: Back From The Dead
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection | Trench\Hazard Armor | jetpack
Tags: Kaila Irons
Nearby: Serina Calis | Eira Dyn | Phaelissia | Lirka Ka
Approaching: Darth Strosius | Kasir Dorran | Elane II of Kuat

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She looked strange standing among the Echnosians soldiers they all dwarfed her in height and body mass, but she was wearing the same armor though fitted for her. Her weapons load out a lot different than theirs as well. If anyone looked at this legion and were asked to find the things wrong with this picture, she would be the first thing that got pointed out. Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper was never more evident then now.

She knew the plan; it had been gone over several times now. Still, it was risky given the last time her master attempted to stare down the Kainites. It hadn't gotten so close to the verge of war; one she would be right in the middle of. Today was no different, well except this time Kaila had filled her in on the plan, and with all hope there would be no demon deals this time.

"Understood, Darth Anathemous." Her voice was also distorted by the helmet she was wearing. Today was one of those days she had to refer to sister by proper titles of Darth and Master.

She would stay close, there was no room for error today. As her master levitated her, Tamsin and the squad ignited their jet packs. It wasn't long and they began to drop, her little boots touching down.

She looked at the hulking broken ship around them, it probably had been something magnificent once, but looters and scavengers had taken most of the treasures it had once possessed. It was a bit of a shame Tamsin thought to herself, such a ship in orbit around Echnos would deter so many from messing with them.

It was a damn shame this was its graveyard, and it would never float among the stars, only being able to look up at them while it lay in its bed of trees.

She snapped to attention as her master pointed out there was fighting ahead. Her sights through the helmet turning to the direction Kaila was looking towards. As she moved up to her master's side looking through her visor trying to see if she could spot anything or feel anything. There were people nearby all seemingly heading in a similar direction, she could feel them but couldn't exactly pinpoint them. "Or it could just be scavengers to stubborn to leave and to stupid not to mess with sith." She knew some how she was wrong but still she hoped that was what it was.

She really didn't know much about the Wanosans other then the leader of theirs Kaila was here to find had been killed once by Malum in a Kaggath. Since Darth Strosius name was allowed to still be spoken that meant Malum had chosen humiliation over erasure even after death had occurred. Tamsin didn't ask the obvious question of how the man could still be alive, she knew to well demons and ghosts existed and seldom did things that willed themselves to live stay dead.

 

[Orys Draste]

Task Force Sovereign

• SIN 0 Invictus - SC-07 'Lussk' Class Assault Cruiser [100 // 100]​
  • Squadrons:​
    • Callsign: Bastion - GS-60 'Valkyrie' Class Heavy Fighter - 8​
• SIN 0 Transgressor - SF-13 'Legion' Class Star Frigate [100 // 100]​
  • Squadrons:​
    • Callsign: Sunrise - SFi-3 'Tomb' Class Starfighter - 12​
    • Callsign: Moonlight - SFi-3 'Tomb' Class Starfighter - 12​
    • Callsign: McCoy - 'Exodus' Class Strategic Bomber - 4​
• SIN 0 Dragoon - SCi-7 'Talos' Class Torpedo Boat [100 // 100]​
• SIN 0 Coruscant Bound - SCi-7 'Talos' Class Torpedo Boat [100 // 100]​
• SIN 0 Death's Head - 'Thanaton' Class Corvette [100 // 100]​
• SIN 0 Nibiru - 'Thanaton' Class Corvette [100 // 100]

Tag: Open

So far the invasion of D'qar had been simple. Orys had never doubted it would be so, they had built up to this battle for years. How long now had the First & Second Legions burnt these roots? Far too long for weeds to still grow. So when the final day came to them with less so thunder and lightning and more just rain, Orys found it mildly disappointing. He much preferred the storied battles of yore to the reality of war.

So brutal it was, to drive people into submission. Even still, there was nothing he did better than this - and so he didn't bother to concern himself with the morality of it. He had a purpose in life, a destination to fight for, and he served the Empire with loyalty. His officers knew him as a constant, a rock on the vessel, but Orys had hidden from them the real truth of the matter.

He fought against the 10th Sith Empire on the side of the Imperials, but with their inevitable collapse, reality took over and he returned during the early formative years of the 11th. Some might consider him a turncoat, a man without convictions, but Orys had convictions - they were simply the most logical conclusions to make. It was obvious the 10th Empire needed to burn, and it was obvious the Imperials couldn't hold their gains. So, he returned when the Emperor declared himself the Dark Lord, and allowed himself the dignity to hide away his transgressions.

Someone likely knew, of course, but what would they care? The Empire offered amnesty for its skilled warriors, and thus he was here. Pardoned and welcomed to lead their forces again. And so he would, even as the forces below him begged for liberty - he would deliver only oppression.

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Obtain Autocannon Schematics
Tags: Elane II of Kuat / Phaelissia / Lirka Ka / Serina Calis / Kasir Dorran / Kaila Irons / Tamsin Graves
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Some might call the final moments of the scavengers and their remnant allies valiant, noble even. To stand in the face of an overwhelming enemy force, and one that was only growing as more shuttles landed in the trees around the crash site, and fight until the bitter end. Like a story from some tale of legend. Darth Strosius however, would call it an exceptional annoyance. One that He didn't at all care to deal with at the moment given how quickly other forces were arriving on the scene.

Between the efforts of the Sith Lord Himself and His most capable Darkseeker Kasir, the meager fortifications of the camp had been torn down and their leadership gutted before any real organization could be made from the chaos of battle. Legionnaires rushed forward and surprised their foes with brief bouts of melee engagement as they pushed into the camp and made a bloody path through it to the wreck. There were still occupants of the camp that were putting up a fight but now they had to worry about the Legionnaires in their midst and the other forces emerging from the treeline. Sith and mercenary forces alike poured onto the defenders but it still wasn't fast enough.

The wreck itself was swarming with scavengers making use of corridors and debris that only they knew the layout of, making ambushes and killing zones an inevitable obstacle to any who would try and enter the Fulimatrix's corpse. Unluckily for them, the Legionnaires excelled at close quarters combat. Still, it would take time to make it to the cannons or any other points of interest when a new shootout occurred every few steps into the wreck.

It would take time, time that they no longer had. Time that Darth Strosius would need to buy one way or another. Sensing that other Sith had joined the fray only made His fangs grind harder against one another, but it also gave Him an idea. A way to keep attention focused away from the wreck, even if only briefly, to buy time for them to do their work. He let go.

A chilling presence shifted the wind, what was a breeze became gusts of cold wind as Darth Strosius let His presence in the Force expand. The pale wisps that trailed from His robes grew in tandem with His loosened signature, becoming a jagged and pale tendrilous simulacrum of wings as He stood just outside of the wreck. Battering away blaster bolts that flew His way not with the lightsaber clasped in His gauntlets but instead with waves of His hand. He wasn't just a presence, He was a beacon amidst the carnage. He was a lure, an open challenge. A distraction from the real prize.

 

[Darth Umbra]

Darth Umbra read over the data regarding the Fulminatrix, which was scattered across the plains of D'Qar. His eyes peered into the data, going over the schematics of the ship and where it lay on the planet. Mercenaries and vagabonds roamed the ship, attempting to take what was left for their own. And, curiously, another Sith Lord was already present on the planet.

"Shall we link up with the other arrivals, my lord?" The pilot asked Umbra as the shuttle descended into the atmosphere of D'Qar.

"No. Land here," Umbra stated, highlighting a portion of the Fulminatrix that was not as busy with activity.

"Of course, my lord."

While the other Sith arrived in droves and linked up to help each other in the name of the Order, Umbra had other plans. If he could reach the Fulminatrix and obtain the plans for himself with no one the wiser, he would do so and then leave. If he could not, he would play the part and obtain the plans for the Sith Order. Umbra's plans were simple: advance himself in the Order in any way possible, obtain the rank of Sith Lord, and then focus on his mastery of the dark side. Until that occurred, he would do what was necessary, regardless of how it looked to those around him.

The shuttle sped through the atmosphere, breaking away from the primary host, landing in the middle of a nondescript vagabond camp, and dropping its ramp. Darth Umbra walked down the ramp, his boots clanging with each step, his rust-colored orange cape billowing out behind him, and his lightsaber held in his hand. Flanking him were black-armored troopers, heavily armed, ready to do his bidding.

Individuals came running out of their tents, blasters held high, pointing at Umbra and his men. Calls and yells were leveled at them, but Umbra and his troopers did not respond. A simple activation of his orange and red blade was all the answer he would give them.

Blaster bolts erupted from the camp, aimed directly at Umbra and his men. The troopers to either side of him did not react, as they knew what would come next. Umbra's blade became a blur, deflecting and ricocheting bolts back at the attackers, dropping them where they stood. His breath came faster, heavier, as he let the dark side flow through him. Umbra let it grow, and grow, and grow until he felt like he would burst from the power.

Only then did he act. Darting forward faster than the individuals around him could react, he tore into their midst, flowing like a river around rocks. His blade reached out left and right, forward and around, cutting down the individuals in the camp with little resistance. Blaster bolts came from every angle and were reflected back; nothing could touch him. Down to the last few attackers, his arm arced, and his lightsaber lept from his fingers, impaling an individual in front of him.

Umbra held that individual up with the force, lifting him from the ground and allowing the other members who were left to witness his agony. Two more came at him, and his hands shot out, gripping them through the force with a claw-like gesture. They squealed and screamed, and he drank in their suffering. The man with his lightsaber still impaling him continued to kick as he was lifted higher and higher, and Umbra drank in their pain, fueling himself.

His hands clenched into fists when it reached a crescendo, and a burst of dark side energy flowed from him. The two individuals he held with his hands crunched into a bloody mess, dropping to the ground with a sickening moist thud, and his lightsaber danced within the third man, cutting him to pieces before returning to Umbra's outstretched hand where he deactivated it and clipped it to his belt.

"Move to the ship," he stated for his troopers as they began to lead him toward the Fulminatrix.

TAGS: OPEN

 

[Elane II of Kuat]

Objective: Take Schematics
Tags: Darth Strosius Phaelissia Lirka Ka Serina Calis Kasir Dorran Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves

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"Chairman Panith - here you are, one Mustafar Hot Pot with bantha steak included." The COO cook droid spoke softly as it set the meal on the table under the tent, while the Muun eagerly grabbed a spoon and began to enjoy the dish alongside the glass of wine he had previously ordered. ​

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"Simply delightful. The stew is perfection as expected from an advanced cooking droid. " Sostair said with a soft smile, pondering for a moment that the wreckage would become unstable over time and that it was essential to maintain one's strength for a quick withdraw should the Dark Lords converge on this location. ​

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A booming voice emanated from the holodevice beside him, belonging to Captain Gashok. "Chairman, you must see this," he stated, directing the device towards a towering figure illuminated by an aura of dread, which caused the Muun's spine to tense, despite the absence of physical contact. ​

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There was only one individual audacious enough to confront the other interested parties so openly, and that individual was none other than Darth Strosius . A man, a traitor, and seemingly alive despite contrary reports. A formidable adversary capable of easily dismantling anything the SIBC could muster.​

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"Ah, now that would be a problem for our little expedition." He briefly lifted his spoon, knowing that time was of the essence yet a challenge must be met even if it served only as a mere distraction. The Dark Lord needed to be defeated with overwhelming firepower, although achieving this was far easier said than actually done.​

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Captain Gashok reassured his superior, "There is no need for concern, sir. This Dark Lord poses no significant challenge to the firepower of our team and will be easily defeated. I will dispatch a cleanup unit of twelve Abonshee to eliminate him from that ridgeline. Meanwhile, the rest of us will advance into the wreckage to flush out any remaining defenders and enemy combatants." His tone was dismissive, failing to recognize that the Sith represented a genuine threat. He did not leave room for argument and so the Chairman simply gave his approval with a nod of his head. ​

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Twelve Warriors of Abonshee with their LS-150 Heavy Repeater Gun would zoom past the captain on their Starhawk Speeder Bike with considerable speed towards Darth Strosius 's location. ​

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Opening fire with the rather large-sized munitions. ​

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[Lirka Ka]

If there was one thing Lirka Ka missed about being trapped in Wild Space - it was that the Sith and their dark sided minions would stop butting into her business. The attachment of Serina Calis was a humorous thing, but the presence of Kaila Irons and Tamsin Graves had caused the Once-Sephi’s paranoia to flare. Though she’d never admit it to her gathered fellows. No reason to expose herself to weakness when the Darth and her apprentice sat as unknown variables. And while Lirka felt she had a decent enough grasp on Calis, the girl remained unpredictable.

Oh Sithdom. What a confusing mess you are.

Calis’s comment about height nearly made the Once-Sephi laugh. She was old, but she wasn’t that old yet. In some corner in the back of her mind, she was almost wounded her least-most-favorite-Dark-Side-punk hadn’t asked her to toss her under the knife for whatever transformation she had undergone. Alas, such was the fear of fleshcrafters.

The truest shame of all was Lirka’s ignorance of the plotted betrayal of the other Sith. Lirka was plenty familiar with the great disdain her master had earned over his long life - even if she thought the whole thing was ridiculous. Kainites like herself were loved little and trusted even less. But such was existing in the chaos of the Sith. Anathemous’s plan was a damn good one, and if Lirka wasn’t the one in the sight-lines of it she might have even applauded the Sith for the sheer devilishness of it all.

And it came to little shock that Serina decided to thrash against Lirka’s command. She had assumed the girl wouldn’t listen to her - but such was youth she supposed. Lirka would not let herself be goaded so easily by the Dark Sider’s challenge. Lirka had been beating her prattling about patience into the head of Nova Ka long enough Lirka could finally, for once in her life, not be a hypocrite. In response to the challenge, Lirka still spoke out drably - even if it was just her speaking to the wind.

“I’m not your mother, Serina Calis. And by the rules of engagement, nor am I your commander. Fly free, fledgling.”

Who knew, maybe she’d get shot enough times to understand that ever important lesson of patience. Trudging forward to reach the crash site, accompanied by the black armored Echnosans and her own Kainites. She listened to the small Sithling’s words, calling out to Tamsin Graves with amusement in her mechanical voice. Entirely unaware they’d be at each other’s throats in mere moments.

“I believe we’re the scavengers today, Sithling.”

Yet Lirka could hear the sounds of combat too, giving Kaila Irons a nod of affirmation as the gaggle of warriors breached the tree line - properly gazing upon the wreckage in its full glory and the carnage that happened around it. While the force presence of Darth Strosius was something Lirka could not feel, her lenses narrowed in on his winged form outside the wreck. Pointing her blade out towards his distant form and looking to acknowledge her two accompanying Sith.

“Confirmation that’s the Darth we’re looking for?”

Last time she remembered beating the poor sod into the mud of the Jutrand arena. And well…he didn’t look all too familiar to what she remembered. Little did Lirka know she was to be the unwitting herald of bloodshed once again…she would’ve welcomed the fact. She had been built back from the ground up to kill the Sith enemies of the Kainate after all…