We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

[Darth Carnifex]

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He felt resistance as his blade cut through fabric and flesh, emerging with a fine smear of fresh blood along the sharpened edge. The Jedi danced away out of his reach, a grievous wound oozing life fluid down his side; leaving droplets of scarlet to mark his path. Comparatively, the Emperor had suffered little in their lightning-fast exchange. Turning to face the Jedi Master, the Emperor flourished his blade again as a trio of crimson Crownguard emerged from the corridor bisecting the main thoroughfare. Pikes energized with plasma energy, they struck fearsome stances to block the Jedi's retreat further into the fortress.

"Do you feel that Jedi?" The Emperor took a step towards the Master, another distant explosion vibrating the metal and stone beneath their feet. "Fear and hopelessness, your friends are dying all around you. Are you prepared to join them?" Another twirl and the Emperor was poised to launch another fearsome tirade of blade and fist against the Jedi Master, but as the Emperor took a second step, the Jedi Sunstrider answered in turn.

The ground groaned under the immense strain, duracrete rippling like water out from the impact made by the Jedi's boot. The walls began to distort and bend as the structural integrity of the corridor was compromised. Entire segments of the upper deck began to cascade down around them as the floor beneath their feet gave way to empty air. With nary a cry of surprise, the Emperor disappeared as a fissure opened up between his feet. His descent was followed by large chunks of duracrete and beams of durasteel and turadium. The Crownguard that had joined him suffered a similar fate, tumbling forward into the pit before being buried by tonnes of broken metal and stone.

As the dust settled, much of the fortress' entryway had been laid low. Plumes of black acrid smoke billowed from fires, the groans and cries of trapped and wounded men and women rose up like a choir, all the while the sounds of fierce battle continued unabated. A large collection of stone and metal began to stur, and a hand gloved in black emerged to grasp for purchase. More and more debris was displaced as the large body buried beneath it rose to the surface, like an ancient golem long buried now finally awakening.

The Emperor of the Sith, dazed but living, arose from the rubble. The unarmored sections of his body had been pierced with rock, metal, and glass. Black blood oozed from obscured wounds, pooling at his feet. Hands rose to grasp the metal of his helmet, which crackled and sparked from several deep lacerations in the metal. A sigh of pressurized air heralded the helmet's removal, which was then unceremoniously thrown at his feet. Black blood coated half of the Emperor's face, pouring freely from a gaping fissure where there had once been an eye. The other, glowing balefully with hate, glowered menacingly at his surroundings.

He could sense it, the Jedi was still alive.

All he had to do was find him.

[member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]​

 

[Onrai]

Enemy: [member="Jerec Asyr"]

Vanessa would continue to crush on the corvette as though it were a tin can. The destruction of such a vessel would, one would certainly hope, at least discourage their associates from getting any closer for fear the Sith would actually turn their guns on their compatriots. As it currently stood, it was 120 fighters against 200 bombers and fighters - bombers and fighters that would have their targeting systems disrupted as well given the broad-spectrum effects of the EM probes. This would making locking on to critical systems of any of the XoXaans difficult.

The approach of the X1 corvette persuaded Vanessa to change her target, once more sparing the crew of another one of the ships as she focused on it. Unsure as to whether there was a secure communication channel the corvette had to the pilots that was not stymied by the jamming, perhaps on some special ultra high frequency band or using some unusual technology, she focused on the other vessel and began to squeeze on it, having given herself a brief moment of respite. Crushing vessels with the power of the Dark Side, even mere corvettes, was not something she had regularly done, even during her time in the Unknown Regions, though she had done it before.

The XoXaans would shift the fire from their solar ionization batteries to the squadrons as they were at long, then medium range. While the weapons were hardly as capable as the anti-fighter beams typically found on one of Vanessa's ships, they did possess shield-piercing capabilities and as such could prove problematic to the enemy fleet. Visual targeting systems would allow for at least some degree of accuracy against hostile targets. The fighters in question, ignoring the qualifications of their pilots as the Empire's finest, were also incredibly powerful - five squadrons of Eightgun-class assault fighters and five of Forge-class interceptors.

The Eightgun was, as its name suggested, a fighter possessing eight primary weapons - the HL-7 xaser weapon, to be precise, a weapon with a higher rate of fire and effective shield-stripping capabilities in concert with slightly below average hull damage and modest subsystem damage. Its firepower was the greatest of any vessel available in the Sith Empire, great enough to effortlessly cleave through even a heavy bomber. The Eightguns would take lead, being backed by the Forge-class interceptors. While not designed for speed or gifted with heavy firepower, the Forge possessed extreme maneuverability, allowing it to turn within any fighter or bomber its opposition possessed.

The squadrons of fighters would stay near the capital ships, waiting for their prey to come within close range. Each Eightgun would have a Forge located behind it, ready to snap around and get any ship off the back of the assault fighters in question if it came into the area. For the time being, as Vanessa crushed down on X1, the XoXaan IIs would continue to fire at M1, albeit with reduced damage potential given their solar ionization batteries were not unloading on it.

Crimson Command
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Sceltor | 1000m | 91 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range, engaging fighter squadrons with solar ionization batteries at long range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Corrupter | 1000m | 80 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range, engaging fighter squadrons with solar ionization batteries at long range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Achilles | 1000m | 96 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range, engaging fighter squadrons with solar ionization batteries at long range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Harrow​ | 1000m | 100 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range, engaging fighter squadrons with solar ionization batteries at long range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Titan​ | 1000m | 100 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range, engaging fighter squadrons with solar ionization batteries at long range)

Enemy: [member="Dax Fyre"], Tsubasa Kira

The Heresiarch was beginning to recharge its larger weaponry, both its forward gun and starboard guns. The secondary weaponry of the Heresiarch would continue firing upon the Rigor, while the secondary forward-mounted weaponry would fire at the Verdict as well. The battlecruiser would shift position to bring its portside weapons to bear on either of the other two remaining vessels - whichever one came over into place first.

The corvettes, two of which were destroyed, would essentially get back to back in groups of four and one group of three, allowing them to defend each other from attacks by the swarming escorts and ensuring their backs were always defended by another corvette. This would allow them to fire off shots with their SBeams at the passing enemies and focus their baradium missiles on incoming corvettes.

Battlecruiser and Associates
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdict with forward weapons and UBeam, attacking Rigor with starboard weapons and LRBBeams)
Massassi-class Corvette | Aurek 1-25 | 23x200m | 100 | 100 (Engaging Shimushu and Hadate, suppressing fighter squadrons with anti-fighter beams)

Enemy: [member="Kimiko Taiyo"]

The two battleships would jump in, launch their pods, and immediately open fire with broadsides from their LRBBeams at close range on the sides of the enemy ships. The pods would smash into the bridges of the enemy vessels, with some dumping troops in elsewhere. The Dark Troopers and their variations would immediately exit the pods, beginning the intrusion - they just needed to capture Ki herself.

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTspB1U39dQ​

Location: Jedi City, Center of the city.
Objective: Claim the Fell Star...
Equipment: Dual-phase Lightsaber, x2 Creeping Lignan crystals, rest in sig ((Dnitizus doryumi not included))
NPC's: None x12 Oblitus Bellatoria armed with Bowcasters, Buried and left behind.
Enemies & Allies nearby:
[member="Yula Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Mav Vohaloveer"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Vereshin"]

It began as minuscule and from there it spread. Barely noticeable to the naked eye. Dust jolt from the mid section of a wall, a structure of detailed beauty and architecture all cast around jedi design. It had a singular flaw. A crack. A simple crack located at its outer edge. The outer layering of the wall vibrated lowly unsettling dust, snow and ice. It disturbed the once still nature of the object and brought it to life. Ancient jedi markings and pictures seemed to come alive as that simple fissure grew within a instant. Ripping across the scene of what could of been called serenity itself. Then a tremor errupted shaking the entire foundation on the other side. Resonating waves pulsed outward rattling the structure and like a slave boy running his nail across a chalk board, so did the sound of tears skimming across the walls continue. Left, right, up, down, side to side and all over they traveled. Arching about in a unpredictable dance of destruction and vandalism. Chucks of the wall fell off in globs to the floor three feet below only to shatter and crumble like glass. Weak and fragile as the lightside truly was. More and more, an increase of chuncks and globs from the structure fell as the tremor intensified and then... Silence.

Quiet as the snow.

Returned to its slumber and very uninterrupted nature. The wall was at peace once more, for a time at least. No peace lasted in this galaxy. Peace was a Lie!

Snow, debris and stone blasted forward damaging other internal structures and objects within the inner of the center chamber. Its cause a en massed boulder of ice and stone that was shot forth from behind and within the earth. It rolled out and crumbling slowly apart as if the life that formed its unnatural form was taken away with a mere glance. A sinister glance. Red eyes were the first to appear from beyond the shadows on a collapsed tunnel, They lurked from behind walls in ruin. A red and black trim robe and finally the red hue of a crystalline humanoid figure. The room and chamber itself was large and held many various pieces of Jedi art, artifacts and other such objects. Ledgermaynes gaze willfully neglected everything. His gaze was on his main objective, the purpose he was there and the prize the the Sith Empire sought to have. The Fell Star. A force imbued object of great power and a rumored map or key to a weapon or artifact of even greater value. It laid before him. Dead ahead on a iced over stone pedestal. The Sith Lord wasted no time exiting the tunnel and stepping into the chamber. Extending a hand the Sith Lord exerted his iron will over first the ice and then the artifact itself underneath. The Fell Star, Oh how it called to him even now this close. Heaving and lifted from its sedentary stay the Fell Star lifted with the assistance of an invisible hand and zipped across the room to a red crystal hand.

Ledgermaynes stoic expression shifted into surprise and then pure ecstasy. For the first time in the three hundred years of living the Gutretee felt as if the force itself touched him in full. Catching him in a state of shock and awe as the power of the object flowed through him. Slamming the Fell Star against his crystalline chest and harnessing the disciple he had to ensure the artifacts safety Ledgermayne ripped open his very torso with his exotic powers. Earth Shaping. Making a whole just big enough to place the Fell Star inside his chest where his heart would have been. Watching the hole close over the Sith lord shook his head as if he could have exhaled deeply with none existent lungs. The touch of the force on his mind and body could not be contained and so Ledgermayne gave into it. Willingly he felt as if he was in another place although he was still aware of his current physical surroundings.

What is this?!

A top a the summit of a great mountain, feeling the winds viciously tearing about him.
Buried alive. Entombed within a stone that could not be willed to move. Helpless and found alone.
As the sensation grew Ledgermayne found himself knowing what he wanted to say to describe the feeling. The touch of the force itself, But the words fled from his very thoughts and mind.
Ripples in a pond without a source, endlessly repeating itself. Listening and hearing teachings without the comprehension of meaning. What did it mean!?
Crystal knew no age physically and yet the blanket of youth was felt apon Ledgermayne only to quickly be removed and exposed to the cloak of aging years and knowing how insignificant and fragile he himself truly was!
He could see and feel everything around him. The mist the binded each and every living creature together by its will alone. The force.
It was the student of many years that he had taught everything only to watch them leave and never return in the same way. To be forgotten as a whole and left behind.
It was a current of unbridled continuous flow throughout which everything was touched. Dark, Light and the voiding elements the surpassed the Siths now feeble understanding.
The calm before the storm. The eye of the raging inferno. It was the combined passions and love of all life.
Turned into pure energy. But beyond this the call of new dark mysterious arose from secret places. The promise of power for powers sake and the strength to subdue millions.
A cancer seeking to spread with the shaky hope of immortality attached.

This was the sensation and vision branded into Ledgermaynes very soul and psyche.

The touch of the force given to him briefly by the Fell Star.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: A localized disaster area
Objective: Righteous fury
Allies: Orcs, but especially [member="Yula Perl"] and [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: A very upset cyborg, and feth knows what else.

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/hQDab8vT8GU

As he plummeted, wrestling with the dashade, of fething course Coren had to interrupt him. A new vision, and this one was actually important. Yula was a good kid. But in the force, that wasn't what he felt. That isn't what he remembered. What he remembered. Was Roche. Aaralynn Rekali. Her death. He face, locked in pain from the vacuum of space. And Ember's rage. The rage of a man who had to bury his family. The rage of a man who spent hell to burn down the people who had hurt his kids, who had broke his heart enough times to shatter it.


He remembered the Nightfather.


He couldn't let it happen. Not again. He couldn't let another man bury his family over some worthless squabble between the Sith. No. Feth that. Feth the artifact, feth the sith. Kark this whole forsaken ball of ice that passed for a planet. Then again, maybe this was the same anger that flowed through him when he couldn't save...no. No time for that.


The line between life and death, between this realm and the nether, was thinner to Vorhi Alestrani. To him, he'd already seen his end. A field of flowers. Tea. peace. On days like this, he could smell it. He would not let a child move towards death. Not today.


Coren had linked them. All of them. Argis' had the audacity, Coren had the strength, Yula had the pluck. Vorhi, Vorhi had one skill. One real talent when it was said and done. He couldn't heal, he couldn't rescue. But he could focus the body, and the power. The grandmaster grinned as the Dashade threw him. His mind in too many places. Fine. He'd have to lose something, after all.


Those buried, those linked, would feel strength. Strength and will to fight. The will to fight of a man who's only solace was war. Light, dark, these did not matter to the blind monk. Conflict drove him, it spurred him. But finally, he'd gotten what he wanted. Someone to pass it on to. Several someones, actually. They would be heirs suitable to such a legacy, given that they could wield the power.


Unfortunately, after releasing his strength, he was drained. He fell to his knees. Smiling. No force left. Not ground. Shattered mountains. Broken buildings. The one-armed monk was tired. However, the Shadow Killer, a beast of fangs and claws, eager to strike--had no intention of letting him rest. At least he'd lost the vibrosword in the fight. Now it was just a gigantic cyborg with razor sharp claws. Vorhi smirked, obviously less powerful than he was a few minutes ago. Did he have enough to keep this up?



"Shall we begin your death, little one?" the Dashade said, claws ready.


The old monk grinned, raising a lone hand in front of him. "This should be a good lesson."


Truth is, this was pretty even. The Shadow Killers were far more experienced at hunting Jedi, who'd use the force directly on opponents and duel with sabers. They preferred to engage in stealth, which was already a lost cause here. The monster was superior to Vorhi physically in every way at this point, but he wasn't the better fighter. He'd already been disarmed. Of course, Vorhi was also disarmed, but be he was used to fighting with just one hand at this point. Still, he couldn't empower his strikes against the Dashade, their force resistance was a bit too strong for that. Only one play here. Well, two, really. In for a wupiupi, in for a trugat.....

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Enemies: [member="Argis Volmir"] (A Pity), [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member=Racket], [Trash Family: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Vereshin"],
Potential Friendly Fire: [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]
Followers: The Coven of Gluttony, including the Lady Envy, and the Savant Wrath

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The only thing that the Lady Envy could be aware of, was a sense of perpetual vertigo, and miserable pain. The weight of every soul the Coven had brought to the battle this day, began fighting for her mind, crushing it against her consciousness, so much so she couldn't even see the hellscape her master deftly waded through. The haunting screams and the belligerence of Ligier poured over her, but she was as good as unconscious could be without ever reaching a point of reduced awareness.

So much death was left behind, but it paled in comparison to the millennia of ancient deaths which now surrounded her, and for the first time it was becoming overwhelming. Is this what her master experienced every time he ripped open reality for something as mundane was travelling a short distance across a planet? For the first time, it felt as if crossing the blood-wastes was taking days, weeks, perhaps even as much as a whole year in this decrepit state of lame-bodied mind torture. How her master remained functioning was beyond her now clearly mortal understanding.

Her hopes of ever surpassing him in her pursuit to become the most beautiful creature left alive were eroding quickly to the hunger of the ascended Chaos-God of Gluttony...

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"I̛f you̢ ̧ar͟e ͠loy͜al̛ ͏t̶o͞ ͡t͏h̛e Émp͘e͝r̡oŗ ͠a͞n̸ḑ ̛v̸al͞ue͜ ̛t̵he͏ ́sánct̴i̸t̀y ͞of ̛y͞o͢u͠r o͘wn so͟u̷l͜,͟ y̵o̧u sha̡ll̢ cede your tri̶n̵k̀e̛t̷ in̡t̷o̷ ̧m̶y h͝a͜n̶ds̸."​

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Voracitos spoke in his full glory, a dark maelstrom in the presence in the force, all consuming in his approach. Haunted shrieks filled the chasm on his arrival, the tear in reality closing up behind him as the supine form of the Lady Envy was hanging in his hands, held aloft in the air by the dread artifact clutched in the Sith Lord's hands. The Fell Star was powerful surely, but where it granted its wielder an enhancement in the force... the Iris of Ligier stripped all things of the force, a chaotic implosion of unequaled death, a wound maker in the fabric of reality which bound all living things together. The Bane of Existence in the living world.

"W͡ąk̷e"​

The Sith Lord commanded his servant, who gasped beneath her alchemical mask, hands out stretched in horror. She began to scamper away from the clutch of her master, who relented to her scurrying animal behavior. She then looked to the crystalline creature, where she felt an immense power. Her arms collected her tattered robes over her chest, where the Iris of Ligier now hung freely, exposed to the chilled dead air of the Jedi City.

The demonic form of Voracitos outstretched a hand towards [member="Darth Ledgermayne"], and gently commanded the force around the Fell Star, the new heart of the Sith Lord. He was attempting to summon it to his hands with the least amount of force his form could muster. Like gently asking for something in someone else's hands, while placing your own hand over it.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

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Objective: Penetrate the Sith network
Location: Lower level network access facility
Equipment: Scramble key, datapad, data spike, armor, lightsabers
Allies: ORC [member="Ladro"]
Enemies: Sith

Poodoo! Why is that vision of some artifact located in some lost city somewhere else on this planet suddenly flashing in my mind? Did any enemy IT security personnel also either get killed in the upper levels, or just chased the artifact? Janick thought, while also sensing that Darth Toboggan ([member="Vorhi Alestrani"]) was falling further and further downhill. She started to feel as if she was the only ORC presence, and maybe even the only living presence, on that level since much has collapsed around them. Also, she lost some concentration because of that vision so as a result, the code she relied on her Force-powered mind-machine interface to write may well contain some bugs that, upon deployment, may carry side effects that were unlike what she desired. She initially wanted the sensitive data to be destroyed should someone attempt to delete any given user with the same permissions as her dummy user profile, as well as usage logs regarding both new users with those permissions. Based on the permissions required to access the files in question.

But she'd rather not deploy these "updates to the password management system" until the "emergency backup copies" of the data have been made. Speaking of which, she patiently waited until the datapad's memory was as full as was feasible since she'd rather have entire folders and the process of making such backup copies made use of data compression on a folder-by-folder basis. Because she knew as much: encryption and the file content were but two of the variables that affected how much compression was available, and therefore how much data she could store in the datapad. She was under no illusion that, even with the best data compression technology that was available to encrypted information, she couldn't copy all of the contents of the network, so she chose to have only the most restricted data in this emergency backup copy. Once that was done, she deployed what the Sith would view as a patch to the password management system, with patch notes indicating that it promised better support for a wider variety of non-human biometrics. Yet she's in for some unpleasant surprise, as that so-called patch began to hit the PA system, blaring a loud, automated message all over the base's speakers:

"Alert! Structural integrity compromised! Collapse imminent! All personnel, evacuate the base immediately!" the PA system blared.

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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Throne Room
The Goliath


Elani continued on, striking her katana against the Jedi spirit's defense. Relentless and unending, she would not rest until her blade tasted the spirit's form and drank it in. With each strike, she growled and roared with vicious intensity. She moved with a wicked grace, like a hawk gliding down to it's prey. Her violet eyes glowed with an intensity not seen in Elani in a long, long time.

"Die, jedi!" Elani hissed. In the corner of the witch's eye, her uncle fell to the ground. For a brief moment she peered over then returned her attention to the spirit as it retreated. "What..is going on here...?" Elani questioned. She had not seen such a thing before in her life. Whoever or whatever she faced was a being of great power. So resistant to the darkness that her uncle struck against it. She shielded her face from the light before her and waited for something to happen.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Zark"]​

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-QLXkPmcnk​

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Location: Jedi City, Center of the city.
Objective: Despair and DIE!
Equipment: Dual-phase Lightsaber, x2 Creeping Lignan crystals, rest in sig ((Dnitizus doryumi not included))
NPC's: None x12 Oblitus Bellatoria armed with Bowcasters, Buried and left behind.


Enemies & Allies nearby:

[member="Mav Vohaloveer"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Vereshin"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"]

Engaging: Darth Voracitos

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"I̛f you̢ ̧ar͟e ͠loy͜al̛ ͏t̶o͞ ͡t͏h̛e Émp͘e͝r̡oŗ ͠a͞n̸ḑ ̛v̸al͞ue͜ ̛t̵he͏ ́sánct̴i̸t̀y ͞of ̛y͞o͢u͠r o͘wn so͟u̷l͜,͟ y̵o̧u sha̡ll̢ cede your tri̶n̵k̀e̛t̷ in̡t̷o̷ ̧m̶y h͝a͜n̶ds̸."

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A Dark monstrous sound grumbled from what seemed like distant outside realms as Darth Ledgermayne's period of breakthrough began to fade. His epiphany and enlightenment brought to him by the force itself was interrupted? The blank expression continued to lay across his ruby red eyes in till the final words were spoken over him. It broke the spell to reveal the source of each horrific sound, growl and scream that echoed not only physically somehow but also through sheer energy alone. And like waking from a dream the Gutretee had instead entered a nightmare. Despite the other artifacts in the room of Jedi origin, it was not till this new monster arrived that the Gutretee noticed the frozen skeletons that layed about where the Fell Stars Pedestal was. Was the force speaking to him? Could it speak at all?!

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W͡ąk̷e"

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This was none other than the lord of gluttony himself. [member="Darth Voracitos"]. Oh how his form was revolting to behold and boggling to the mind. The interruption caused not only suprised Ledgermayne but sparked something within him that tiered on anger and hate. Not at the mans presence, his appearance nor his company but rather his very request and words he had spoken at Ledgermayne. A glance fell down to the crystalline torso below briefly to see the Fell Star within once more. The blank stoic expression masked the dark lords emotions well once again as it was set into place. A stone set in its original resting place.
Its still there... And so is this abomination. There no reasoning with this man... this thing. Just by his words alone his intent was revealed in full. Lord of Gluttony was not a title nor moniker by jest or without purpose. The crystalline sith lords head bowed down as the invisible hand of the force beckoned the Fell Stars figure from within his chest. This foreign pull was violating to withstand even at its weakest state. The darkside within enhanced by the Fell Star roared. Shaping into a metaphysical chill that quickly plunged into temperatures beyond sub zero within Ledgermaynes soul. The taint of the darkside wafted in the area masked by the stench of Voracitos's own for mere moments. Perhaps his follower could feel the difference and a difference there was. Psychic screams of terror wisped throughout the inner city.

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Ledgermaynes voice reverberated in unnatural tone as he spoke.​

Resistance against the telekinetic pull was now present with Ledgermaynes own to cancel it out in the form of a shield with a step forward. The grip on his dagger the Jin' Kisasiyina was shifted in hand as gloom irradiated from the crystals within it. Vexxtal, Qixoni and Lignan. The effects of battle mind remained on his inner mind as a dark hole was ripped open. The very shadows in the room moved surrounding the trio. Crystal man, abomination and his fearful follower with oozing globs of pitch black darkness. Sprouting up! Given dark life to animate in form. They whipped up at Voracitos and his follower the Lady of Envy. Their tentacles seeking to bestow true void that was the Darkside of the force.

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" Oh... How quickly we can become savages when the object of our very desire rests outside our very reach!" He shouted as the darkside tendrils obeyed his wims. " So sith! As a disciple of a crooked deity, a false god. Do you find consolation in the same tongue of lies, forbidden knowledge, ignorance and subversions your master keeps you in? Despair and die!" He spat seeking to destroy morale.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: Duel the Son of Zark
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Raiment of the Vigilant, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: Zak Amroth [member="Coren Starchaser"]

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Weather his droids were alive or dead by the time they reached the artifact, it did not matter for the hot blooded Master of Ren, he was locked in a duel to the death. The artifact now a side thought as the two men begun their duel. His task at the moment was to deal with the drunken fool before him, his connection in the Force familiar as if he had felt it, known it all too well. Even so he kept his eyes locked on the young kiffar, studying his movements and regaining their bearings after being revealed the sight of the artifact. While the artifact was his reasoning for being here, hunting Jedi was a guilty pleasure that he always enjoyed relishing the thrill of the combat, and the exhilarting euphoria a kill brought to him, boosting his own power in the dark side ever so slowly.

Recognizing the weapon that was ignited, a shocking resemblance to the one he had taken years ago when he had killed the Jedi Master known as Zark. For a moment, he had thought that it was Zark who had come back to haunt him, but such crude notions were banished from his thoughts. Dawning on him that the young man was the spawn of Zark. Letting out an almost cruel laugh as their blades momentarily entered into a lock. The boy spoke as if he could beat Kyrel, yet even he knew that in itself remained to be seen. "I recognize that weapon you know, You're father was a Jedi named Zark wasn't it. I enjoyed gutting him down, watching him die painfully like the rest of you..."

Before he could even make his strike, his senses triggered him to what was coming, with his saber barely deflecting the next shot towards him, and without even thinking, watching as a landslide was heading towards them, Kyrel used the Force to gain some slight distance between himself and his enemy, as it cascaded down creating some measure of separation while Kyrel contemplated his next attack. A slight grin on his face enjoying the recent revelation and wondered how it could be more fun than gaining his prize.

 

[Mav Halo]

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Location: Jedi City
Objective: *angry cowboy noises*
Retinue: Pops ([member="Zef Halo"]) & the Kid ([Member="Yula Perl"])
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Zak Amroth"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Darth Ledgermayne"] | [member="Vereshin"]

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“Not to ruin this touching, over dramatic moment or anything,” Mav murmured from beside Zef, a battered hand tentatively coming up to tug the pistol away from the old scoundrel’s neck. His expression somewhere between bemused and just downright bruised at this point. “But it ain’t even loaded. You wanna off yourself, use your gonna have to use your own piece.”

Right about now, it sounded like the right idea. Kark it all if his body didn’t feel like it had gone twelve rounds with an irate Wookiee shockboxer with something to prove. His joints cracking and clicking as he struggled to pull himself into an upright position. His Firrerreon heritage would do what it could to take the edge off, but he’d be definitely feeling this one for few hours. The last thing he remembered was that Sith seemingly collapsing in on himself, vanishing in an impossible swirl of vacuumous space. Then nothing but crushing wall of white.

Hopefully the karker was gone for good now, but….

No, one problem at a time, cowboy.

“Where’s the kid?” He scrubbed his face with his free hand, brushing the loose bits of snow and ice that clung to his features. After ensuring his hat was still in place, Yula was the next obvious and pressing concern. If nothing else, and as much as he hated to put himself at the mercy of the force, she was their way out of this frozen poodoo situation. “I saw her go down hard, she okay?”

One thing was for sure, he sure as oisk wasn't explaining it to Joza if the kid got herself iced.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Rhen Var, Orbit​

Objective: Do what we can​

Allies: ORC | [member="Kimiko Taiyo"] | [member="Jerec Asyr"]​

Enemies: TSE | [member="Vanessa Vantai"]​

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The flash of a soundless explosion filled the viewports as the Rigor went out in a blaze of glory, hull torn to pieces from the inside out before even having the chance to fire off its second-volley. The Marshal put his hands in the pockets of his jacket as his jaw clenched in frustration, anger, and sadness. He could only hope that the men on-board had made it to their escape pods. At this distance he couldn't tell. He doubted it.

Dax could send condolence letters later, right not he had to focus on the fight at hand, and hopefully not add anymore to the list of the fallen. The Verdict's 804s and turbolasers continued to fire barrage after barrage, at the Heresiarch, taking every moment is could as the vessel recharged its weapons. The 804s fired a volley of its shield shredding ammunition, then the turbolasers would fire at the exact spot that 804s had as the cannons reloaded for their next round of fire. The pattern repeated over and over again as the Verdict moved forward, head on towards the Heresiarch.

Both the Azalea and the Erso fired their weapons towards the massive Sith vessel, riddling its shields with ion and turbolaser rounds. The closer the Erso got, the better its chances of the Tyrvald doing its thing was. The turbolasers quieted, but the Tyrvald was only just getting ready.

Taskforce Umbra
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Action
Modified Dar Itah-class Grand Battlecruiser | Verdict | 3000 m | 78% | 100% | Alternating fire with ACS-804s and SORCE Turbolaser batteries, Bastion targeting system firing at smaller craft with quad lasers, auto-turrets and using anti-missile defenses (Long range with Heresiarch, closing distance)
Modified Razer-class Frigate | Azalea | 186 m | 100% | 100% | Closing distance, firing ion cannons, prepping heavy turbolasers (Mid-close range)
MC70 Ackbar-class Star Cruiser | Rigor | 950 m | 0% [Recharging]| 0% | [DESTROYED]
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser | Erso | 800 m | 100% | 100% | Closing distance, firing heavy turbolasers, prepping Tyrvald-class Pulse Turbolaser (Mid-close range)

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Jedi Rambo Scum and Villainy
Equipment: In signature
Allies: ORC [member="Kingsley"]
Enemies: Sith

With each passing second, each stroke of her lightsaber attempting to follow the existing cracks and dents in the vault wall the best she can, with the cold, hard floor trembling as if it was about to crack or collapse, Griet found it harder to maintain focus, especially with the cries of the people that fell into the cavernous depths when the floor they were standing on collapsed in turn. Time is short: the vault may as well fall several meters below any time now, in which case I may get hurt, she thought, while the turadium lining on both sides of the reinforced duracrete wall was slowing her progress in cutting a hole open that was large enough to get her through and also with enough wiggle room for getting a few artifacts out. If I actually get those Aing-Tii for clients, I'd charge up front the audit or tax return fees until the full amount of my medical bills is paid, but if I don't, I may as well pay those out of pocket. She also feels that cold, hard floor was shaking harder but she didn't hesitate to jump in the hole once it's carved. And a loud thud was heard when the resulting slab of duracrete fell in the vault.

Once inside, she could feel a few pockets of light in the Force but they were located inside heavy, secure crates. The question being: how many of those crates she could hope to secure before the place comes crashing down? There were enough crates with these light-sided presences to fill a waste cart, maybe even an intermodal container. She wasted no time looking for a hoversled to put all those crates on, and to secure those crates as the sled was going to be moved out of the vault. But, as before, the vault floor tremors made the job much harder to both place those crates she identified as having some light-sided signatures on, as well as to secure them once on the cart. It's all down to me now, I have to make sure those sacrifices others have endured to buy me time for this theft are worthwhile and that I can actually steal what the Aing-Tii requested all of us to come here for, she thought, while she piled up the crates inside the hoversled the Sith usually used to get items in and out of the vault. Yet each tremor of the floor was a painful reminder that the clock was ticking for her and that she was sitting on the proverbial time bomb, so this added sense of urgency made her work harder in the vault.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Jedi City Tunnels
Objective: Dig out
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ledgermayne"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Vereshin"]

Yula was alright with dying.

Everything about her had been numbed from a combination of Vereshin’s strange magic and the avalanche that swept her and her family further through the tunnels. She felt heavy while drifting into unconsciousness, overloaded and strangely uncomfortable with being out of her depth. In this moment, if she didn’t wake up, then that would be okay. Just okay.

The dream continued, only this time there were beings of strange and terrifying power locking horns over the treasure. She caught a glimpse of it—seven points, blue gems set into the silver end of each. Yula couldn’t see who the contenders for the real Fell Star were, but the great tremors of dark power reverberated from the city and into her dream. And then, all at once, it hit her—the light from [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] flared around her, pulling Yula back from the brink and connecting her to something far more powerful than herself. It was as if they were standing there right next to her, urging her awake.

The series of frantic beeps from Emily was what stirred her away, the little spider droid having been washed away in all of the commotion. “Wha…” Buried in the snow next to her, Emily whistled with excitement and did her best to help drag Yula out of the snow. Eventually, both the Zeltron and droid would unearth themselves into the corner where Mav and Zef had taken shelter, and presumably were still alive.

“Thanks for digging me out, guys. Karking useless old men.” Yula rasped, crawling out of the snow and collapsing dramatically onto the stone floor. Emily continued to make noises, and Yula lifted her head to see that the little droid had a few dents, some dings and…was missing an entire leg. Sparks flew from one of the sockets on her base. “Oh, Emily.” Her voice turned sympathetic, pulling herself into a sitting position with a grunt of exertion. “You poor thing. Thank you for saving me.” She hadn’t been the only one, Yula reminded herself. Closing both of her swollen eyes, the rogue inhaled slowly, fully, enough to feel the Force shift around her, near and far. As cliché as it felt, Yula had never been connected to the Force like this before. She’d always used it as a tool, something to help you jump a little further or run a little faster, maybe star a camp fire. This was something different entirely, and the flow of the light side felt empowering. It was a revelation, if she'd ever had one.

“So anyway,” She continued, pulling the droid into her lap. “I think I had a revelation while I was down there. Y’know, suffocating under all of the snow while you two were out here…” She realized that she didn’t know what they’d been doing, but grandpa was holding a gun for some reason. Yula took a good look at her family, disheveled, exhausted and spent. By all accounts, they were lucky to have survived. “Bonding over my death. I had a dream about the Fell Star, but some Sith started fighting over it. I think one guy put it in his underwear, or something. Let ‘em kill each other over an overpriced Life Day ornament. S’not worth it.” She shrugged, still unsure if what she felt—and was still feeling—was even real.

Yula looked around, assessing their surroundings for the first time. “How do we get out of here?”

 

[Argis Volmir]

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Objective: Be 2spooky/Aid Corren
Allies: [member="Mav Vohaloveer"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member="Zef Halo"]

In response to Coren’s call, there was no physical voice, no words of encouragement. Coren was a Jedi and knew his duty, his duty to the light, to the galaxy, to other Jedi even if they’d fallen. Instead, there was a gentle breeze that came through the cavern carrying the chill of the Rhen Var air along with it. Intermingled with it a faint presence, a soothing one that reached out and radiated across the area between Coren and Romi.

That presence blended in with that of the planet, the gentle breeze turning into a gust that kicked snow high into the air that when it began to fall sprinkled down towards Coren and Romi, each flake that landed shimmering an incandescent gold. Over Coren that glow would begin to spread down his body, coalescing and forming itself around the Jedi.

That glow carried with it warmth, strength, a surge of power to fill Coren. The being that did it did so without a word, giving what little bit he had left to the Jedi Master. The remains of Argis’ presence that had transcended that of the physical. The ironic bit about it all was that it had been Voracitos that mentioned being above mortal affairs, one who was so blinded by his own ambitions that he thought himself beyond reality itself. In the end, it was Argis that had been the one to become far more than that of a physical being.

Just as quickly as the gust came it retreated, the aura, the strength remaining with Coren as the one who’d given his all went onto the next step, to a place not yet meant for Coren to see. On the air, carried through the caves as a little more than a whisper. “No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted.”

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Among the Rubble
Equipment: Scout Armor, Autokrator Assault Rifle, SSK-7 Heavy Blaster, SIF-7 'Minos', Combat Vibroknife, Thermal Detonators (Bandolier of 5)
Allies: [member="Kyle Farnes"], [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"], [member="Tera Highwind"], [member="Janick Beauchamp"]
Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Morbus"], [member="Ao Xian"], [member="Ahani Zambrano"]

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Sol barely managed to dive aside when Farnes was thrown at him, landing on pavement with a jolt of agony. His broken ribs radiated angrily, as if crying out for relief from the constant physical exertion and blunt force trauma. Self-discipline allowed him to ignore these instincts, shakily rising to his feet when every part of his body was pleading to lie back down. Vibroknife in hand, he awkwardly moved in to launch an unstable overhand strike at the Sith mercenary's neckline. Despite his own injuries, Australis effortlessly caught the captain's wrist. In rage and desperation, Stazi launched a jab with his left.

The mandalorian caught that hand too, and Sol could feel his enemy savor the instant before a kill as he had so many times before. He was out of tricks, and he knew Kyle wouldn't get to him in time.

A rumble began to build up all around them. Before Australis had a chance to turn the rebel's blade back on him, before any of them had a chance to even look around, an entire section of the base's outer wall had collapsed above. Radiating damage out from the primary threshold, structural damage and falling debris rippled out for dozens of meters in either direction. His enemy's hands were gone suddenly, but the duros couldn't even afford to deliver a parting slash. Throwing himself out from under same chunk of falling battlements that had forced Australis to retreat, Captain Stazi nearly passed out from landing on his ribs once again.

He caught one last glimpse of his nemesis, the mandalorian was trying to find a safe path to him so that he could finish the fight, but more debris was falling now and in the end Sol lost sight of him entirely in the smoke and ash that all this rubble was beginning to kick up. The Twilight Company senior officer crawled away from the worst of it, he tracked down Kyle and they both dragged each other clear.

"Have we taken network access?" Farnes asked him finally, when they could both breathe and speak again.

"Kark network access!" Sol rasped, "We need to take out that kriffing shield!"

Generators should have been dealt with by now, but power was still running throughout most of the facility. All he could do was hope that Rian wasn't dead yet.

"Help me up," he demanded after an unsuccessful solo attempt, "Make for the peak. There's gotta be a dish or relay around here somewhere."

HOME GUARD DRILL TEAM​

10 METERS TO TARGET​

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"Nonn!" Colonel Sief cried out, choking on dust, "Nonn, can you hear me?!"

He could make out the technician's form, but there was no movement. Fumbling a torch out of his equipment, the dig team leader shined the light and hung his head. Nonn was dead, like the rest of his team almost certainly were. A piece of falling rock had split the poor kid's skull open. Something had happened topside, something big. And they had been so close, by Sief's estimation...

Eyes widening, the colonel turned off his torch but could still see a faint glimmer of light. It was just a crack, but somewhere ahead an illumination source from the Sith base's subterranean network was shining through. They had been so close. He tried to move his leg again, and nearly blacked out from the pain. It was no use, his leg was crushed under the rubble. He was trapped here.

If Sief was going to die, then he sure as hell wasn't going to do it in an unfinished tunnel. The sullustan carefully removed one of the shaped charges from his pack. He would have to be precise with the angle here, even slightly out of alignment and there was a good chance he would collapse the entire last stretch of tunnel behind him. He lifted the charge above him and turned it so the blast would be focused at that ray of light from the crack ahead.

"For Sullust!" Sief yelled, and thumbed the detonator.

An explosion rocked the underground facility, and when the dust cleared there was a man sized hole now in one of its corridors.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Inside the Fortress, extreme lower levels
Objective: Find ORC Forces and provide support
Equipment - Merr-Sonn Blasters | Taozin amulet | paint ball rifle with balls
Allies: ORC - [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Andan Solo"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"] |[member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Ladro"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ardasz Verd"]
Enemies: Sith| some Mandalorians - [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Morbus"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Ao Xian"] | [member="Keira Cerdulan"] |

These lower levels held a cold all their own it only lacked the biting winds and prickles of ice. But she was inside that was all that mattered, the comms had produced nothing and if it went off now...she'd be toast.

She could see that the hall was beginning to widen the junction. She looked both ways as if crossing the streets on Coruscant. The figure who had been leading her stopped and still did not turn.

"if you really work here you will know your way out." He slowly turned only half his face could be seen. His eyes there was something wrong they were covered in a white film, was that a trait of his species or was it something else...disease maybe. That thought made her take a step back.

"I can." She lied. She smiled. She said a tiny prayer hoping to get away clean.

A half crooked smile appeared at the edge of his hood. oh...that look that smile all told her that he knew she did not belong here.

"You're wearing an amulet." He could feel it.."the truly powerful will not be hindered much by it. You should put all your faith in it."

Feth was all she could think she looked down quick kark there it was sitting out on her parka how did that happen?. "Its better than nothing."

"Take it off for a moment" his voice had dropped down deep now it sounded like it was coming from some dark place. If she didnt' do it what would he do, if she did would it make a difference?

Geez if anyone mind had to twist over something this choice was difficult. She trusted very few force users, Coren, Rianna, Jon....they had taken a long time to get to know her and never ever used their skills on her. This man who looked like death was a stranger.

Oh Kark if she was going to die here, or be captured let it serve as a lesson.

She reached up and slid it over her head, "there happy now."

He moved towards her she swallowed hard. His face was half eaten rotten from who knew what disease, his eyes stared off into nothing. They did not focus his eyes looked through her.

A bony finger extended from beneath his robes. "You need to leave."

Then the whole fortress shifted, "the hangar go that way, take the lift to the 20th level waste no time..."

He looked dead she was nailed to her sticking place. Her feet wouldn't move. "What are you?"

He laughed softly the sound seemed to fill the air around her it seeped into her bones. "A lonely old man. A word of advice Rekha Kaarde of Kelada, let someone in." The building shifted again. "get going"

Rekha nodded, she had questions how did he know her name how did...she took a few steps towards the direction he pointed but when she turned he was gone...."feth me."

Rekha turned and ran partially from fear, partially cause time was wasting.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

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Operation: Deal with a stand-off​

Allies: [member="Kingsley"], ORC by association​

Enemies: Everything else...​

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Andan raised his eyebrows, looking between Kingsley and the pair of humanoids. Why was the bird engaging them? The smugglers were trying to escape being killed in a war zone, and stopping to chat up the local populace wasn't necessarily a great use of time in achieving that result. Though, not wanting to be rude, Andan waited quietly... until he decided it was time to keep moving, to which he physically pushed Kingsley toward the fence the avian had mentioned, looking over his shoulder at the pair of ladies.

"Sorry, we gotta go," Andan shrugged. "Need to reach my ship before the shield drops. Or there might not be a ship. Good luck."

The mad dash along the fence line was filled with ups and downs. Soldiers were swarming, gunfights were prevalent throughout the area, and for the most part the smugglers were able to avoid being dragged into the battle. On the odd occasions where they had to, the pair opened fire and dropped Sith troopers, with Andan keeping a conscious count of just how many times he might have a bounty placed on him for it. Hopefully things were so chaotic that the Sith didn't sweat a nobody fleeing for his life with a bird companion... hopefully.

It wasn't long before the odd pair arrived at what seemed to be the warehouse.

"...you sonofaGungan," Andan muttered, knowing Kingsley had intentionally led them to the large building. "Fine. I get it, you want credits more than living. So, we're here now, might as well make the best of it?"

Reaching into a pocket, Andan pulled out the keycard he had grabbed from the Sith official earlier. He stepped over to the security panel and swiped it, waiting...

The light turned green, the doors opened. The warehouse was packed top to bottom.

"...wow."

Suddenly making a stop wasn't such a bad idea.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

ENEMY: [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
ALLIES: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Kimiko Taiyo"]

TASK FORCE SCARLET:

• Commander: Admiral Sulik Aviccu, Outer Rim Coalition

• Nebula II-class Star Destroyer designated D1 (hull 75%, shields 90%)

• Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M1 (hull 75%, shields 50%)

• Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M2 (hull 100%, shields 80%)

• Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M3 (hull 100%, shields 80%)

• Sacheen II-class escort frigate designated K1 (hull 100%, shields 100%)

• Sacheen II-class escort frigate designated K2 (hull 65%, shields 100%)

• Sacheen II-class escort frigate designated K3 (destroyed)

• Nagata-class heavy corvette designated X1 (hull 75%, shields 60%)

• Nagata-class heavy corvette designated X2 (hull 50%, shields 0%, retreated)

• Total capital length: 4550m

• All starfighters launched (14 squadrons)

Lights flickered. That was Jerec's first sign of what he'd known in his gut going into this. Sooner or later, that unknown weapon would bear down on his corvette. Behind him, rivets popped and ricocheted down the narrow corridors.

Unlike the other two ships who'd taken the brunt of this attack, Corvette X1 was fully committed. Withdrawal wasn't an option. He knew it; his crew knew it. But the longer they could draw the enemy's focus, the better the starfighter swarm could chew through the opposition.

And if the Nagata-class was good at one thing, it was drawing attention.

Capital-grade warhead launchers thunked out tons of high explosives. Antimissile octets, point-defense cannons, and quad lasers blasted everything small in sight. Fast-track turbolasers tore into entire starfighter formations.

This couldn't last. He knew it; his crew knew it. But for the moment they could make a dent, and they aimed to make that dent. The starfighter swarm, apart from the odd casualty, danced around the XoXaans' big guns with casual ease and tangled with the bulky Eightguns toe-to-toe. Maybe they'd win, maybe they wouldn't. Right now, Jerec wouldn't have bet a bent wupiupi on the Sith fleet's survival.

"All hands, this is Asyr. Get ready to abandon ship. But not yet."

Of course, the Sith fleet wasn't the only player well on the way to death. As his hands flew over the controls, he put on another song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7i_EZO5Hzc

He knew it; his crew knew it.

 

[Zef Halo]

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Location: Jedi City
Objective: Git outta here and sell the Fell Star
With: Trash Fam [[member="Yula Perl"] & [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Argis Volmir"] [member="Zak Amroth"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ledgermayne"] [member="Vereshin"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOEQTJV_3-w​

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Mav's sudden 'resurrection' panicked the scoundrel as he let the younger Halo take the gun away off him. For a moment Zef stood there shocked before trying an explanation:

"Right, yeah, I knew that. Just wanted to feel alive again, you know. A'ight, yeah? Anyway. Yula, yeah, kark. She better be okay. She probably is, ain't she."

To his greatest fortune out of the rubble and snow the figure of Joza's daughter popped out with a semi-sarcastic semi-aggressive tone. Her well-being brought a slight grin on the old man's face before he tackled it down with his usual grumpy demeanor. Beside her - the scrap metal of a droid, the messiah itself.

Zef raised an eyebrow at Yula's revelation, especially at the part with the underwear. He overcame the challenge of standing back up on his feet and heard the commotion of fighting not very far from here.

"I thought the Fell Star was with us and you broke it with your karkin' ass." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Nevermind. We did go through a lot of trouble to get this karkin' star chit and I ain't risking Joza's wrath again, that's for sure."

Zef frowned analyzing the situation they were in before coming up with an idea.

"So if there's multiple Fell Stars, we can karkin' sell the one we got. A good smith can prolly bend it back to how it used to look and I've got some good fencers who can vend this chit to some rich karkers. That's if we still have the Fell Star."

"Mav?"

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Enemies: [member="Argis Volmir"] (A Pity), [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member=Racket], [Trash Family: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Vereshin"],
Likely Friendly Fire: [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]
Followers: The Coven of Gluttony, including the Lady Envy, and the Savant Wrath

Had he been of mortal flesh, the sudden chill might have been irritating, but in the infant flesh of his present form was unbothered by such petty irritants. What was irritating, was the paranoia seeping into the weak minded "Sith Lord" before him, a likely undocumented side effect of the artifact now lodged in his chest... the bodies that surrounded it being a strong indication of that. It was clear the crystal obstacle would not be so easily reasoned with. Shadows began to twist and turn malevolently, but still the single eye of the Gluttonous demon consumed the image of the Fell Star into his minds eye. The smooth ceramic skin of his face began to press together, creating ridges and valleys not unlike the tectonic plates of a volcanically active planet. Whatever words slung to his humbled servant fell on deaf ears, only those words which echoed loudest while dripping with ignorant arrogance.

"I threaten you only with O͟b̵e̕die҉n̕ce.̵."​

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A wave of the force pulsated outwards for the Sith Master, bits of rubble fell from the ceiling but never quite reached the floor whenever they approached Voracitos.

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"To mistake O͟b̵e̕die҉n̕ce.̵ to the Emperor's government, for Ha҉rm̨,"​

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A second wave rumbled the earth, causing bits of rubble to fall up? A small ring of insignificant debris seemed to coalesce around his form, seemingly without the Sith Lord intending it to. They seemed to forms spikes and edges by the end of his sentence, again seemingly without his knowledge. Was this the work of the Fell Star so near to him?

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"Is punishable by O͢b͢l҉̷i̸͝t̵͠e̵̸r̶at̸i͢͠͞o̴͠͏n͢."​

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Through gritted teeth (both face and stomach) the word carried with it power, and from within the malevolent shadows themselves, souls from the depths of Chaos ripped forth through them and surrounded he and his servant. The "shadow" of the souls appearing to eek out of the Lady Envy, who was collapsed in her own mind beside him, as well as her Master. The Lady Envy possessed no conscious thought, battling with the hundreds of souls that have been pressed upon her in so short time... she was deaf to all but the will of Voracitos, her hands pawing at the artifact as well as her mask.

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"I grant you but one opportunity to S̵u̸b͘͡m̧̢͢iţ҉̡,'​

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"The Fell Star to the Triumvir of Knowledge,"​

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"Ḏ̩̪̮͗a̤̘̤͓ͫ͟rͯt̻̮̣͇͋ͫͨͅh̵̾ ̸̮̩̙̱V͒̊̂̈ͯ̚ô̶̜͚̱̓͌̓̽͂̈́r̼̬̳̯͙͚̱̍̀̄ͥ̀āͭ̈́̋̆c̴͇i̳̙̊t̼̣̭̿ͩͤͅơͨͣ̓̐ͤs̶͍̺͓͈͍̫̚ͅ."​

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The maw of his stomach unclenched its teeth and opened, revealing within its darkness a grotesque tongue of entrails, not entirely immaterial and red with blood but black with savage hunger. It was ready to lash out against the world, consume it as it was always meant to do. The name of Voracitos seemed to send the maw into a frenzy, seeming to leak with some corrosive saliva falling from its teeth, except every drop as it fell joined with the floating debris orbiting around the Sith Lord.

"Or I shall make you, the traitorous savage,"​

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"S̸҉̴̨͘Q̵͞U̵̸͟͜I̢͜͠R̷̵̛̛M̴̧̛͡."​