War is what happens when language fails (One Sith attack on Sullust, Open to all)

[Sage Bane]

​

A fleet of Wyrrlock-class star destroyers shimmered out of hyperspace over Sullust, their shadows as foreboding as the planet’s most active volcanoes that belched black smoke into the sky. Planet after planet in One Sith space had been hit by the Galactic Alliance in the last few months. Enough was karking enough. A week before, Sith operatives sabotaged the planetary shields that kept the world protected from bombardment. With the shields disabled, Sith fighters from roared down from the vessels, raining laser cannons down on the bio-domes that were pinpointed to be the home base of the Galactic Alliance.

At this point, the Galactic Alliance base on Sullust wasn’t a secret anymore. The Alliance had quickly risen from a rag tag, “backs to the wall” conglomeration of pilots, military, Jedi, and Fringe Forcers to a force to be reckoned with, one that could throw a wrench in the works of the One Sith machine. They needed to be stopped, the head cut off at the neck. Sullust was the name on everyone’s lips. At this point, it would be crazy for One Sith fleets not to head to Sullust.

As dropships began to rain down on the surface, spilling out One Sith soldiers and their war machines. Sage himself piloted a Sith fighter to the surface of the ashen planet. Clad in his Dark Armor, with his lightsaber on his hip, as well as his focus, The Hated Hand and Blade of the Satvas, he landed a few miles away from the explosions that rocked the landscape. A rebreather was strapped to his face to protect his lungs from the blanket of grey ash that coated the landscape. As he hopped down from his starfighter, the illusionist reached out with his Force Sense to suss out vestiges of the light side, traces of energy that would lead him to the Temple, where he would set out to slaughter every Jedi in sight.

The Voice of the Sector spoke, and he said, “You will all burn.”

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Spoiler

This Skirmish is open to all. Sage will be doing ground battle, but pilots, feel free to dogfight if you'd like.

 

[Kaile Vera]

Sullust
Locations:

• Sullust Base
• The Sullust Temple
• Cardea Medical Center

Defenses: Military Classification AAA
Information: Homebase of the Galactic Alliance, FLEETCOM, Omega Pyre Trade Station, Uldyr- Class Defense Station, Communications Hub, Mining World, Shipbuilding, SoroSuub Corporation.

It was supposed to be a nice fun time on Sullust.

There a few things Kaile needed to check on with the BIG GUY. But now she had some free time. That free time went out the window when the sudden sound of klaxons went roaring through the area.

BEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Luckly, Sullust wasn't quite as defenseless as it had been before. There were several stations orbiting Sullust; The Carida Medical Center. Arceneau Trade Company Trade and Fueling Station, but more approprirately...

Was the fact that this was a Triple Aurek world. They had FLEETCOM, Omega Pyre Trade Station, Uldyr- Class Defense Station, surrounding it. So as soon as the One Sith Fleet came into real space, they were already well prepared for it.

This was former Protectorate Territory -- and having Silk Holdings advanced fleet detectors meant that they were ready with weapons online to commence firing.

And they were itching to give out a load of pain.

The first were the ten Heavy Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons right at their fleet.




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Sullust Defense in Space!

OOC: Note this is just for flavor by using the established Sullust Planatary defenses, i am not gonna rp this stuff. Just please rp it on the background and we can have ourselves a good time!

Plus, it also provides locations for everyone.

Spoiler: FLEETCOM armaments

Armaments:

• Three Heavy Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons
• Fifteen Dual Heavy Long-Range Ion Cannons
• Twenty Dual Heavy Long-Range Turbolaser Cannons
• Fifty Dual Heavy Turbolaser Cannon Turrets
• Seventy-Five Heavy Ion Cannon Turrets
• Thirty Heavy Energy Torpedo Projectors
• Sixty Light Energy Torpedo Projectors
• Thirty Flak Gun Batteries

Hangar:

• Forty-Eight OS-G1 Guardians or OS-G2 Knights
• Sixteen OS-G3 Paladin Elite Starfighters
• Twelve Wasp-class Elite Starfighters
• Twenty-Four OS-I1 Rangers or OS-I2 Inquisitors
• Twenty-Four OS-B1 Avengers or OS-B2 Crusaders
• Twenty Four Peregrine-class Gunships or Inimica-class Gunships
• Forty-Two M32 Agrevant-class Dropships or M47 Illria-class Dropships

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Advanced Sensor Array
• Electronic Counter Warfare Suite
• Encryption Network
• Escape Pods
• Gravity Well Projector (x1)
• Heavy Deflector Shield Generator
• Holonet Transceiver
• Long-Range Communications Array
• Reinforced Hull Plating
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Targeting Systems
• Tractor Beams (x48)

Spoiler: Uldyr Class Defense Station

Armaments:

• Ten Heavy Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons
• Fifty Fastmount Ion Cannon Turrets
• Twenty-Five Heavy Energy Torpedo Projectors
• Sixty-Five Antimissile Octets
• Ninety-Six Quad Laser Cannon Turrets
• Ninety-Six Flak Cannons

Hangar:

• Twelve Aegis or M47 dropships

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Communications Array
• Encryption Network
• Escape Pods
• Heavy Ray Shield Generator
• Heavy Maneuvering Thrusters
• Holonet Transceiver
• Reinforced Hull Plating
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Particle Shield Generator
• Standard Sensor Array
• Standard Targeting Systems

Spoiler: Omega Pyre Station

Armaments:

• Five Dual Ion Cannons
• Fifteen Turbolaser Cannons
• Twelve Concussion Missile Launchers
• Forty-Eight Quad Laser Cannon Turrets
• Forty-Eight Flak Cannons

Hangar:

• 24 Knight-class fighters
• 12 Scout-class interceptors
• Space for up to 48 light freighters (max)

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Escape Pods
• Exterior Docking Ring (x2)
• Long-range Communications Array
• Holonet Transceiver
• Standard Deflector Shield Generator
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Entertainment Systems
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Sensor Array
• Standard Targeting Systems
• Tractor Beam (x18)

Aurodium-class Trade Station

Spoiler: Arceneau Trade Station

Armaments:

• Twenty-One Ion Cannon Turrets
• Two Heavy Energy Torpedo Projectors
• Ninety Quad Laser Cannon Turrets
• Ninety Flak Cannon Turrets

Hangar:

• Two Hundred Sixteen Fighters
• Twenty-Four Gunships
• Thirty-Six Dropships

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Encryption Network
• Escape Pods
• Force Cylinders
• Holonet Transceiver
• Law and Trade Enforcement Stations
• Long-Range Communications Array
• Luxury Accommodations
• Medbays
• Standard Deflector Shield Generator
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Sensor Array
• Standard Targeting Systems
• Tractor Beams (x96)

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela awoke to the sounds of alarms.

It was not the first time this had happened, not the first time that they had been attacked on Sullust. Her eyes popped open almost immediately, her robes were swept on and her lightsaber was grasped within half a minute of the alarms going off. She grabbed everything else on the way out, taking the rest of her things and throwing it onto herself as she moved towards the front of the temple. As she rushed out, Aela was met with half a dozen other Jedi who did the exact same thing. She offered them a solemn nod, smiling in an encouraging manner to let them know that it was alright.

"Sebastian." Aela began to take command. "Head to the southern entrance of the temple. Lina, to the west. The rest of you come with me."

She intended on doing more this time.

She intended on stopping them before they ever got to the doors.

Aela gained a very stern expression as she pulled on her light-shield gauntlet, the three Jedi Knights that fell in behind her pulling their lightsabers from their waist. Something like this had been expected, something like this had been foreseen. The One Sith knew that they were a threat now, this had been inevitable since their successful attack on Coruscant. It was time to show the Sith what they could do, time to break them.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

A hand reached into the soot, small embers stuck to the armoured glove; whether it was the protective lining or something else, it felt unusually cold... Catalys exhaled deeply, his rebreather amplifying the sound greatly with moderate distortion. Silver eyes rose from the surface and gazed upon the back of the Sith Lord, glaring outward from the one-way visor.

"Do your soldiers fear death?" The Umbaran's dry voice cracked slightly, his fist pushing him up off his knees and back on his feet.

Catalys marched towards [member="Sage Bane"], stopping just behind where the Sith Lord stood and off to his side. Eyeing the temple in the distance, the agent's heartrate picked up with every beat. Recalling how many Jedi he captured, how many Masters he had dueled, and remembered the very mission he had dedicated his life to.

"Do theirs?" He muttered the words softly, only a keen listener would be able to hear.

The Galactic Alliance had been striking at Sith worlds for some time now, yet the Umbaran felt not a shred of wrath towards the enemy. These were not the Mandalorians nor the Silver Jedi, he was standing in a war that he had no conviction for. What did it matter if the One Sith lost or if the Galactic Alliance won? He was not bred for the purpose of waging wars...

His purpose was becoming lost to him, the Host Lord died and his loyalties fractured as civil war brewed. Like the soot stuck to his hand, he'd not forget the wounds of betrayal.

 

[Veino Garn]

New Jedi Order Temple

They had come at last. Veins sat on his bunk and rolled his neck. Such a thing had been predicted to come sooner or later and he had relocated himself and [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] back to Sullust to continue his training and prepare for a more direct assault on the Sith. The visions of the Jensaarai seers had offered other such clues.

But now was not the time to ponder prophecy and its role. He stood and strode to the gear locker, feeling the darkness approaching, furious that it was being challenged and not only challenged, but matched and often defeated. The Alliance had made several strikes on Coruscaunt itself, as well as shipyards and other valuable targets. The One Sith had been strangely silent about the whole affair, seemingly focusing on the crumbling Republic. But now the Alliance had come under its focus and it would be their time to shine, as they had earlier when the Final Order had assaulted the planet and has its back broken by the resistance.

His armor stood there, along with his weapons and amulet. Being rubbed his chin as he considered the gear he would need for such an operation. Lightsaber and amulet yes. Bolter, perhaps, depending on the range. He took it out and set it on the bunk, just in case. Hand cannon? He tilted his head and pushed the hair from his face, absentmindedly tying it back and out of the way. Yes, that would be good, especially once in the tunnels and catacombs.

Klaxons blared and orders began flowing through the channels and troops were armed and deployed while defenses were activated and teams sent to discover why the shields had failed. Jedi were marshaling their members and weapons, much like himself.

He grabbed shells for the shotgun, sifting through his collection to hazard a guess what they would come across. More orders flowed through the system and Veino began pulling on the under suit for the armor before slapping on the plates.

Veino keyed a messaged to his apprentice, wherever he might be.
"Tachon, what is your situation?"

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Arceneau Trade Station

The alarm has been sounded when the sensors detected the incoming fleet and a call for aid had been sent out through the sector and to the Alliance command. Many were rushed to more secure facilities in the vaults while guards and others had prepared to defend the station in case of attack. Although surely the One Sith would not dare attack an ATC station. They had seen and taken advantage of what had happened with the Republic coup, had they not? [member="Danger Arceneau"] herself had rallied a coalition of the largest corporations and galactic powers to end the threat of the clone army and usurper. What would happen if the Sith attacked a station directly?

Onna shuddered to think of such a thing happening, but she stood on standby just to be sure, both as a freelancer and in this case, sponsored bounty hunter of ATC. An employee of a sort, in this situation, and she would protect her aponsor's people and assets as much as she was able. It was tense for now as the Sith fleet dropped out of hyperspace and began their assault. Onna paced around the edge of the boarding ramp to her ship, watching the other bounty hunters in the hangar go about their business as well. Her fingers tapped the hilt of her sword and her boots echoed against the floor.

What if the station was left alone though? Then what would she do? Stay here in safety? Onna bit her lip and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Could she do that? As a bounty hunter, she was supposed to be neutral. But the Sith were evil and so was their Dark Side. The mental assault from the ancient spirits on Ambria had revealed that much. Onna forced herself to sit down on a supply crate. Why did it have to be so quiet right now? Hardly anyone spoke in the hangar and then only in hushed voices barely audible above the klaxon wail.

What would [member="Julian Solo"] do in such a situation? She had yet to meet him, but she had heard word of his exploits and she wished to be as good as he was one day. Her leg bounced up and down again until Onna stood once more and resumed her pacing, watching what she could see of the distant battle. How many innocents would be slaughtered by this assault? The thought caused something to burn within her and she squeezed her sword hilt. The thought of standing by while such a thing happened was horrible. Nausea trickled in her stomach and she took a deep breath, keying up her comm to the station defense director.

"Orders?" She asked, "I can't sit by like this while people die."

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Sullust Jedi Temple
Equipment: Lightsaber | Vibroknife | VT Vanguard Armor | Blaster Carbine | QQ-83n

The Jedi didn't know if it was luck or chance that put him on Sullust during both attacks, as well as near Thyferra during that attack. Whatever the case, he was capable of and willing to respond. Even if it meant waking from the middle of his sleep cycle. The emergency sirens were designed for exactly that kind of occurrence, and whoever did that design went over and above their mandate. The Sephi sat bolt upright in an instant, trying to remember exactly where he was through the massive ringing in his ears. Except it wasn't just in his ears, it was from outside. Right. He was on Sullust in one of the spare quarters, and that was the alarm for incoming hostile forces.

Having regained his orientation, Audren moved from the bed to his travel bag. He'd arrived late and hadn't had a chance to move any clothes or items from the bag to the closet, but they were accessible enough. The first item he pulled out was his sidearm, checking to make sure it was loaded and charged. It would be rather embarrassing for an enemy soldier to come across him trying to get into his armor without any weapons available. Then the blaster carbine, which was laid on the bed. Armor was next, both undersuit and plates. He'd been impressively slow putting it on originally, but as it was used more and more he got quicker with it. Almost as fast as normal clothing now. Over the armor went a tactical utility belt. His vibroknife and pistol were holstered there and lightsaber clipped to it. Extra power packs were also stowed. Also important was the hair. The Sephi's hands pulled it into a quick and dirty braid. Not his typical one that kept most of the hair free but controlled, but one that contained all his hair. The final step was pulling on a goggled rebreather. They would be fighting in the acrid wastes of Sullust, and being able to breath and see would be rather useful.

Preparations complete, the Knight made his way into the corridor and joined the throng of Jedi heading for muster stations. Sad as it was that they had muster stations, the New Jedi Order was more militaristic than both the Silver Jedi and the original Jedi Order. That was probably why the attack was coming: the Alliance had struck hard at the One Sith in recent months and done hefty amounts of damage. No doubt the Sith were looking to return the favor. They'd tried at Thyferra and not been all that successful. Now it was time to shut down their attempt here at Sullust.

 

[Louise]

Location: New Jedi Order Sullust Temple, Corridor
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike, Toofless the Nexu, Maleah's Boots, Plain Hunters Garb

Talk about your bad timing.

She had agreed with her sister Aela that in her constant wandering she would spread the word of the Galactic Alliance and their plight. It wasn't that she didn't trust her sister, of course she trusted Aela, the twin just had to sate her curiosity regarding the faction that had enraptured all of her siblings. So y'know, she had smuggled herself and Toofless aboard her older sister's, as you do.

Of course, leave it to chance for Maleah to be there when the klaxons started blaring.

“Well Toof, it sounded exciting but I didn't think it would be this exciting,” the young woman commented to her Nexu companion, who rumbled in response, the blaring alarms sending him into a heightened state of alert.

The lightsaber pike that she had crafted with the help of Aela was slung around her back. Asides from the training that the young woman had partaken in with the eldest Talith sibling, she hadn't had a chance to really use the weapon yet. Seemed like that chance was coming.

A feeling of nervousness swirled inside of her stomach, right alongside excitement.

Suddenly she became very aware of being indoors, not the natural environment that the twin was used to, the child of nature almost everything she did happened in the great outdoors. The corridors of the Jedi Temple seemed so constricting in comparison, and she knew that she'd have to be aware of her surroundings if she fought here.

“It's all good. We've got this, Toof.”

Toofless snorted.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

The last of the dallorian alloy plates clicked into place over the armour weave and kinetic gel base layers. With a shrug if his shoulders he adjusted his Jedi Master robes. They wouldn't last long once the fighting was brought to the Sullust temple, but it was important to make the statement as he headed for the surface. They would make a stand, all of them, just as they had before when the darkside came to Sullust.

As he walked he met the eyes of the Jedi he passed. A few words of encouragement were meted out along the journey. He did he best to look calm and collected, whilst inside he was still trying to dissipate that maelstrom of emotions.

The lift came to a halt and he walked through several soldiers onto the surface. Now he took the time to turn his focus inwards. Following a quick mental routine he found his centre, bolstered his resolve and put his emotions to the side. His jaw set tight, his eyes narrowed as he turned to the light show in the sky. Seeing the number of Jedi already assembled to meet them, including [member="Aela Talith"], he pulled his CC13 rifle from his shoulder and loaded a grenade.

“Hounds to me,” he called quietly into his comm.


[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Meeristali Peradun"]
[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
[member="Quinn Byrne"]
[member="The Dark Knight"]
[member="Liam Quez"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Sullust, surface-side.
[member="Maleah Talith"]

The dropship shuddered as it left the void of space and entered the atmosphere of Sullust. It was a crappy world, if you asked Eli, toxins pervading the air and making it impossible for anyone to simply wander around on the surface without proper gear. Thankfully that wasn't a large issue for him - when the Mando'ade went to war they were always clad in their beskar'gam.

He had hunted bounties throughout the Outer Rim and his armor reflected that. It was outfitted with numerous systems that allowed him to survive in a lot of hostile environments.

"Hitting the surface in five, Mandalorian. You ready for this?" one of the Sith troopers asked him with a big grin. Young youth, maybe three to five years younger than him: the Sith recruited young, but that wasn't very different from the Mandalorians. They trained their children from birth to be living weapons.

"Put your helmet on, lad. You will need it."

The external audio-feed gave his voice a metallic tune. There was no humor made apparent, something that the Sith noted. A frown appeared but he shook it off almost as quickly as it appeared. They always thought the battle would be fun, that glory would be there for them to scoop up.

Truth was different than that.

"Two minutes."

Elijah checked his blaster one last time, wouldn't do to get it jammed in the middle of a battle.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Open to duel with anyone, just tag me

He was expecting the alarms, he'd felt the presence of the Dark Side before they went off. The Sasori Robes around his body responded to his movements, the lightsaber at his side rattling lightly as he moved. Quinn Michaels was only a padawan, but he knew enough, he knew enough to protect his home. Sullest, Sullest had become his home over the months. No-one touched Quinn's home, murdered innocents and helpless people and expected to get away with it.

Right?

It was rare Quinn ever got into fights, he preferred his words. He would make a great politician, but he was a better Jedi. The amount of force power radiating through his body. Yet he was a Padawan, still learning the limits of what he could do with his powers. If anything, this invasion would be of great training for him. He chuckled lightly, smiling. He had strapped up with oxygen gear to protect himself from the toxic atmosphere, and he thought of how useful oxygen was as he stepped out onto the surface of Sullest.

"Sith, or something else?"

 

[Nomkneer]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJ2iIoTppjg



It has been three months since the space war in Chazwa, everything was too peaceful for Nomkneer. He likes to have action more than usual and its only natural being a kaleesh and all. A small message appeared on the screen of his ship as he was looking for any news on the one sith. After a few seconds pass he notices there is a war happening soon, on Sullust and it seemed like a good place to go on a killing spree and as his mind had been decided to join, his pilot slave directed the ship towards the planet without any orders as Nomkneers smile said it all.

Arriving on the planet the battle was starting to commence, a defense station was located on orbit and was firing at his ship. they barely dodged the shots as their speed was to the advantage but as they pierce through the atmosphere what the kaleesh encounters was the base of the galactic alliance. He kept going forward as his slave would not stop until he reached land in a somewhat safe spot, turns in the air and crazy fire everywhere the tension was getting stronger as they were ready for what the one sith was throwing at them.

"take us down there, i'll drop and you go hide in the ship while i do what i came to do"

One more spiral movement was made to dodge an incoming blaster as they reached a small and round spot that was surrounded by very small hills that could be walk in a matter of minutes. They landed on the spot and Nomkneer walked out of the ship, he walked on top of the cliff and looked both ways to see the amount of danger on each side of the base. Intense blaster fire was being shot from both sides and it all looked beautiful in the kaleesh' eyes.

"it seems this way is less dangerous and a much better chance to infiltrate the base"

He brought small things, his two lightsabers, the alchemized dagger and some other useful stuff, he came light but the hits are going to be sent heavy as his infiltration of the base would be the key to victory Nomkneer of all people could breach the security system and down all shields and protections. The kaleesh used his assasin skills to good use as he walked behind everything he saw, using the force on his legs to hop forward at extreme speed unseen by the cameras and if any of them saw him it would already be too late as he was already about to reach the front door of the base.

It was made of solid durasteel Nomkneer took one of his two sabers and started cutting the door, after a minute or two he was able to breach inside and penetrate the galactic base defenses. The kaleesh kept going hidden using stealth all along the way, he didn't wanted people to catch him and for that he even lowered his force signal to almost nothing. Going through the first part of the base there was a few people that he could've slaughtered easily, but the amount of people inside that base and the tightened security, if all that were to gather around Nomkneer it would spell trouble for him.

"Nothing is ever easy, but the call for battle is always answered"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Somewhere in former Fringe Federation Space
Modified Forerunner Class Exploration vessel Albatross

Coren Starchaser was still cranky with the Alliance. There was not irrefutable proof that some of their decisions. And right now? The pilot was watching the transmissions. He was on third watch, and just listening to the sounds space gave him. From here, the Strike Force Black could easily watch the One Sith and the First Order, where the enemy really was.

Aside from those within the Alliance, but Coren wasn’t going after them.

Porter came strolling into the bridge, rolled around and started to send up a hologram of Sullust News Channel 4. Apparently the Sith had come calling.

Shrugging, Coren reached for his drink, caf, black.

“See if you can confirm the Wrath left the door open.”

He had enemies to watch for, surely Sullust would still be standing? If not, it’d give the rest of the Alliance more reason to choke up on their moral high ground and get into the war.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Location: Cardea Medical Center en route to Sullust Temple
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Elijah Rekali"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Quinn Michaels"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Onna Sunrider"] [member="Kaileann Vera"]

"Focus on your connection to the muscle tissue within the leg. Feel how the fibers should be connected, then let them reconnect smoothly."​ His tutor's voice sounded in his ear as a soft whisper. Her voice was so soft that is was practically part of his meditative trance that he was holding while learning how to use the rudiments of force healing. He might not be part of the New Jedi Order, but they allowed him to train with them as he'd shown himself to not only be selfless in battle, but as an enemy to their enemies. Today he was training at the medical center to learn how to use the force to heal various injuries, a skill that would likely come in use on the battlefield.

Harm did as his tutor said, he felt his connection to the force as an orb deep within him. Through it, he felt his connection to the person who had pulled a muscle fairly seriously, more specifically the muscle of his left calf. He focused, and felt how the fibers of the muscle were supposed to be. Rather than push or force the power he held to fuse the wound, as had been his initial assumption of how it was done, he found that letting the power go made it work much quicker and easier. The muscle knew how it wanted to be, the force knew how it should be, and he knew how it should be. Letting those three knowledges merge into a harmonious whole allowed the healing to be more complete, and one can not push harmony. He let the power flow out of him, down his arm and into the calf. He could feel the fibers begin to reattach themselves.

"BWWWWWRRRRR BWWWWWRRRRR BWWWWWRRRR! Attention, enemy craft have entered the system. Alliance defense force personnel report to battle stations. This is not a drill, all Alliance defence force personnel report to battle stations. Civilians are to remain indoors, away from windows. Hospital personnel be prepared to receive injuries. This is not a drill." The voice of the automated alert system broke through his concentration. He was able to break his connection to the man's calf before jerking away, but it was a near thing. Harm apologized as he swiftly left the room. He wasn't in the military of the Alliance, but he knew where his skills would be of most use. He ran to his aircar in the parking lot, popped open the trunk and opened the large armored case that was secured to the frame. Inside was his newest armor set, the Procusatores armor. After a mere couple of minutes, the armor was on but not yet sealed. Racked next to his armor case were his weapons, and he quickly checked and holstered them, his revolver blasters went to his hips, his sonic carbine went over his left shoulder and his slugthrower over his right. His hex grenades went around the back of his belt, along with some extra clips for his weapons. He moved to the front of his aircar and climbed into the cockpit, setting the seat to the position for armored flight, then powered it up and rose into the air.

"Codename Solas to Gee Ay Aich Cue (GAHQ). I am active and enroute from Cardea. Do we have a target El Zee yet?" Harm raised Alliance Headquarters using his armor's communications system. It was supposed to be a secure system, but he still used his codename for added security. He was flying at what would have been unsafe speeds towards the HQ, except that with the force, he didn't have a chance of hitting anything if he didn't want to.

"Solas, this is HQ, target El Zee looks to be near the Sullust Temple. Redirect there and link up with Master Voidstalker and the Hounds to coordinate defence."

"Affirmative HQ, Solas is enroute. Let me know if any other hot zones pop up."​ He said as he pulled the aircar up and over in a maneuver that was more typical of a fighter craft. He pushed the accelerator up even more and was soon landing at the Temple. He exited the aircar and closed up, then ran to where his HUD showed him the defenders were arranged. He pinged the Hounds communications before transmitting. "This is Solas, I am to coordinate defense with you, Master Voidstalker." Harm reported in as he took a defensive position with his sonic carbine in his hands. In his new armor of brilliant white, he was quite conspicuous. He could feel that he was ready for this battle, though the armor helped to curb the excitement over it.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Lucas Gravois was finding himself more and more attached to Sage Bane and his fleet. The Sith Acolyte was leading an assault cruiser, flanked by a pair of corvettes. His ship pulled into real space and the board lit up red. A target rich environment. Good. The hybrid was looking for a target. There was a trade hub. That could cripple the system. The whole region.

Good.

Death was going to find the Alliance this day.

The hub was going to be his target. If Lucas had the illusion of making any calls. But no, once again, he found himself under the control of the Sith “Lord” known as Sage Bane. Turning to the holocommunicator, he contacted the Voice’s flagship. Defiant, and remaining tall.

“Bane, target?”

Someone needed to knock the Alliance from the galaxy, the faulty group of terrorists they were.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

The space above Sullust blazed with destruction as Galactic Alliance orbital defenses opened up on Sage’s Star Destroyers and their fighters. Turbo lasers and missiles rocketed towards One Sith targets, and fighters and interceptors answered back with relentless bombing runs on multiple targets. Sage listened to his admirals harried voices over his commlink. There was an underlying tone of grimness, a tone rich with the knowledge that this was a mission that the commanders and pilots might not make it through.

It was a one-way ticket to hell, bought and paid for by the Dark Lord of the Sith. But none of that was Sage's concern.

A monotone voice rang out nearby.

"Do your soldiers fear death?"

A Sith interceptor spun out of the sky, exploding in a ball of fire as it hit the rocky surface of the planet, shot down by an Alliance concussion missile.

Sage turned and gave the man the barest of smiles through his rebreather. There was Catalys’ answer.

“Do theirs?” came the Primeval agent’s second question.

Hundreds of Sith troops, the first wave, amassed in a pincer formation and stood on the breach. Like a mad king burning his own throne room, Sage ordered his troops to march forward, regardless of the abysmal odds, and to kill everything in sight.

A few specks appeared in the sky, at first just tiny motes, barely visible through the thick fog of sulfur. As they approached, it was clear that they were dropships headed for a flyover of the Sullust Temple biodome. Once over their targets, the ships opened up over the convex bubbles of solarium glassteel and dropped hundreds of decomposed and desecrated bodies, former Galatic Alliance soldiers and Jedi, killed by the One Sith during the Sacking of Coruscant. Cadavers of fallen comrades hit the glassteel with a wet squelch and slid down the sides, smearing black trails of viscera as they fell.

“It remains to be seen,” was the Sith Lord’s reply.

The last thing that Sage did before he turned back to the battlefield was flick on his commlink to answer the ambitious Acolyte [member="Lucas Gravois"] who was patched in by an aide on his flagship. In his smooth tenor, the Sith Lord gave the man his target.

"Hit the trade station, Acolyte Gravois. Leave no one alive."

This was only the beginning.

[member="Nomkneer"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]

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Please tag me if you want a direct engagement with Sage on the ground or if you want to be tagged in my posts. I'm writing the fleeting stuff as background noise, but feel free to run with space battles if you have opponents.

 

[Abigail Selonna]

Location: Bridge of The Resolution
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Team Lightside, [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Quinn Michaels"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Onna Sunrider"] [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Elijah Rekali"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]

Fleet

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Flagship: The Resolution - Indomitable Class Star Defender

Aleph Squadron
1st Wing
The Albion - Noble Class Star Defender
The Fairchild - Noble Class Star Defender
The Maul - Noble Class Star Defender
The Wells - Cardea Class Medical Cruiser
5x - Horn Class Escort Cruiser
5x - Watcher Class Corvette
5x - Nebulon B7 Frigate

"Ma'am, sensors are reading hyper footprints. Scans are still clearing, but based on their trajectories and sizes, I'd say it's a fleet from the One Sith." The officer manning the sensors board to her right spoke up, breaking the normal working hum of a waships bridge. Some conversations went silent, others simply changed topics. Abigail turned and looked at her sensor officer for a moment, then nodded.

"Communications, send a tight beam to Headquarters. We have an unknown fleet in system..."

"Scans are clear, it is the One Sith!" The sensor officer interrupted, knowing that the Commodore would want to have that information.

"Scratch that, we have a One Sith fleet in system. We are moving to engage. Tactical, set all nearby defense stations to an aggressive stance." She moved from where she had been talking to the tactical officer and over to the tactical table. She hit the button that would open up the channel for her fleet. "Commodore Selonna to fleet, we are moving to engage the One Sith, all personnel are to don battle gear. Besh and Cresh squadrons are to maintain positions in high polar orbit, keep overwatch and prepare for rescue operations. Aleph squadron form up on The Resolution, standard battle formation. Weapons are hot, but fire on my command."

By this point, the automated defense platforms and the stations had begun to take the enemy under fire. Her tactical officer informed her that she had a firing solution set for Aleph squadron. She nodded back as she was donning her own armored ship suit and looked at the plots on the holotank.

"Comm, open a channel to the One Sith fleet." She waited a moment until the comm officer nodded, then she looked back at the plot with a small smirk. "One Sith fleet, this is Commodore Selonna of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. You're a long way from home, and out gunned. Reverse course and exit our system or you will be destroyed." She nodded to the communications officer, who then put her on mute for the channel, letting any response they had for her play over the speakers. "Tactical, commence firing, save the javelins for the moment." While they had a good deal of ammunition for the javelin systems, she didn't want to waste them on an opening salvo, especially in the off chance that the One Sith did the sensible thing and ran. "If they do not begin braking and turning maneuvers within a minute, open fire with all javelins in Aleph Squadron at maximum rate. Target their heaviest ships first."

The tactical officer nodded, then Abigail returned her attention to the plots as she sealed the body portion of her armored shipsuit. The helmet was waiting nearby.

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[member="sage bane"] I am putting this up just in case anyone wants to engage in fleet to fleet maneuvers. I can and will reduce or grow to match whatever they/you/we agree on. If no one wants to fleet then that is alright as well.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

S U L L U S T
Private Residence of [member="Darius"] & [member="Mediha"]

The young clone trooper was suddenly bolt upright in the bed.

...Charlie-Two-Five, this is Charlie-One-Nine...

...clankers, four o'clock...

...all clones in vicinity of two-eight-one by four-eight-seven, be aware heavy artillery is inbound. Repeat, heavy fires downrange...

Memories of what had been the Battle of Drall during the Clone Wars echoed through half-remembered dreams. Fickle, fragile things. Snippets of the past, shrouded by memory, and the inadequacy of recall to fully comprehend or remember each detail as it was then. Leaving him, instead, only how he remembered it. Part memory, part imagination. Part courage and part terror.

Blinking, the bed-headed clone sat with his eyes open, dazed and confused as he woke not aware of where or when he was. From his perspective, the Clone Wars had been weeks ago. But, he'd come to find out it had been hundreds instead. So why did he feel like he was suddenly back there?

Slowly, blinking through the sleep that clung to his brain as though he were slowly thawing from out of a dream, the youngling became aware of the fact that he was in his bedroom. There was no war here. No clankers. And it was definitely past clone bedtime, so why was he awake?

Alarms... sounds, outside the house. Like air raid sirens. And the roar of repulsorlifts overhead. Fireworks?

...no, those were explosions!

Scrambling from out of the bed, the underwear-clad Fett child made a rush to the window. He didn't get very far, as his feet were entangled in the bedsheets. Falling from out of the bed, the boy flipped onto his backside as he worked to free his legs from the sheets. Then, pushing himself up from the floor, rushed over to look out of the window.

Weather for Sullust: Cloudy, with a chance of Sith fighters!

He needed to find Darius. And Mediha. And get his blasters. Where had Darius put those? This was why younglings needed blasters! Why did people think younglings shouldn't have blasters? And... were there any grenades in the house? Oh, why did people believe in blaster control laws! He needed weapons. He needed armor.

But first... he needed to go to the bathroom!

 

[Aela Talith]

Eastern Temple Steps

Aela moved through the temple as fast as she could, ehr steps beating like a drum. The Jedi Knight's behind her followed quickly, each one ready to right, each one ready to die for those in the Temple that could not defend themselves. She moved quickly, until she stood at the very edge of the temple steps. Her eyes cast up, her gaze falling onto the massive barrier that held back the atmosphere of Sullust. Disgust pulled at her featured, the bodies blood and gore smearing on the glass.

The shields had already activated of course, covering the dome in it's protective embrace.

"Gather all the troopers that you can." Aela told one of the Knights behind her. "We're going to need more of them here."

Her eyes cast towards the soldiers that were now approaching, the Sith that were making their way from the dropships and through the entrances of the dome. They would begin to stream towards the Temple itself, troopers and black robed figures alike. Aela tensed slightly, her off hand curling into a fist. She didn't like fighting, she was good at it, but it was never something that she enjoyed. The Young Marshall knew that it was something that had to be done, knew that it was something she could do well, but she had never enjoyed it. "Just another day."

Aela said it to herself more than those around her, knowing what was to come.

 

[Vexen]

Vexen was having one of her glum days. Micah was busy discussing business with his peers and the ship was having maintenance carried out. Her attempt to catch some sleep was failing, so she unfurled from the blankets she'd strewn across the corner of the floor. She stretches out long and straight and took a long yawn, her long pink tongue a sudden contrast against her jet black fur. Feeling a snarl in her hair she leant down and chewed at her leg with a few quiet grunts.

Getting back up to her feet, she found herself pacing in an agitated manner again. This room didn't feel right. It didn't smell like her room and there was no trace of Micah's scent.

What a pitiful creature I am, she thought to herself. For all the bravery she had shown on a few occasions, she'd found herself off-kilter since the day Kira had nearly died. Often when Micah wasn't close by she found herself pining again. Perhaps it was the stark realisation that what the Talith family did was inherently dangerous. But perhaps she was still just resolving how close Kira had come to dying. She'd always been such a kind should, it was hard for Vexen to reconcile the notion of someone wanting to hurt Kira with how she viewed the Galaxy.

To a human the room would seem almost pitch dark, but it was a comfortable light for the Defel child. Perhaps she should brush her hair with the brush he'd made for her. She wished he was her to do it, that was always more soothing.

That was when the alarms started. Her little heart seemed to skip a beat before decided to catch up by beating a quick tempo in her ears. She furiously darted around the room to grab her goggles, dart gun, blaster and stun batons. Those she stowed away in her fur. That way she could move about in the shadows without being seen, as a defel’s fur absorbed every single photon with a frequency in the visible spectrum.

Darting out of her room she tried to mentally call him. Micah was always able to find her. Something to do with the goggles. Her nose sniffed the air as she tried to pick up his scent. As she rounded the corner it crinkled up as it picked up something quite unsavoury. The creature, with a broad flat head that seemed to be all teeth, turned to regard her strangely.

Vexen turned to [member="Maleah Talith"] “Is that thing…healthy?” she asked quietly.