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We Return [ TSE Dominion of Korriban Hex ]

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"We return."

After a long and bloody campaign the Sith Empire finally cut through a swath of sectors in preparation for the reclamation of their ancestral home.

Many worlds fell before them and the path to Korriban was clear, yet, it was not what they had left it. The fall of the Remnant Empire had come quickly, suddenly and in its wake there was only chaos and turmoil within the Sith Worlds. Sith fell upon Sith, hungry for power, attempting to seize whatever they can. In the end a new order rose, a Duumvirate of two Magisters ruling jointly from Korriban and Ziost.

It is whispered that a third one exists, secret, cloaked in shadows and ruling from the recently reconquered world of Dromund Kaas.

The Dark Lord offered them peace and prosperity under the aegis of the Empire.

They refused.

They burned.

Korriban has all but fallen under the concentrated might of the Sith Empire, but their are hold-outs. Pockets of fierce resistance that need to be put down if we are to restore this holy world back to its former glory. The Magister of Wrath has abandoned the Sith Academy and the Valley of the Dark Lords in favor of a fortified position deep within the Tomb of Dathka Graush, a reinforced shield protects it from a strategic orbital bombardment.

The entire Valley of Golg is considered a warzone and should be treated as such, caution is advised.

While our attention is mainly focused there a strata of Sith have felt stirrings in the Force close to the Valley of the Dark Lords within the Shyrack Caverns. They have grown even more feral than usual and attempts to penetrate deeper into the caves has proven difficult. Some theorize the Magister and his allies have done something to the crypt of Ludo Kressh, but investigation is necessary.

POINTS OF INTEREST
  • Korriban: Breach the Valley of Golg and take out the Magister deep in Graush's Tomb.
  • Korriban: Begin reconstruction on the Sith Academy and the main Spaceport of Korriban nearby.
  • Korriban: Brave the Shyrack Caverns and discover the source of the Darkside disturbance in the crypt of Ludo Kressh.
  • Elom: Break the fleet blockade around Elom send by the Magister of Ziost to prevent us from gaining the rich mining grounds of the planet.
 
PLANET: MYGEETO
LOCATION: ABOARD 'PANDRYL KAES' FLAG SHIP
OBJECTIVE: Break the fleet blockade around Elom send by the Magister of Ziost to prevent us from gaining the rich mining grounds of the planet.

There was a buzz among the officers on the bridge of the Imperator-class Star Battlecruiser 'Pandryl Kaes'. This was to be the battle groups first real battle against a Naval blockade of a planet for the Sith Empire. The Majority of the officers on deck had of course experienced naval combat before - Lord Depravious wouldn't have it any other way; however, none of them had been in combat with this Sith Lord before or in the battle group that they currently operated in. This experience was to tell if this small fleet and Sith Lord could make it or be broken in the end.

Lord Depravious stood at the helm of the flagship reading over the Dossier of Elom and the blockade that surrounded the planet. It wouldn't be an easy feat - breaking through the blockade. The Magister of Ziost knew quite well that the Lommite on the planet could help sustain the construction of Sith Empire planets, armor for their troops, and naval vessels for quite some time. Capturing Elom would be a massive benefit to the Sith Empire in many ways.

Unfortunately for Depravious, the dossier given to him didn't have much information on the blockade around the planet other than the fact that the Sith knew there was one. The dossier mainly contained information and material about the planet itself and how important it was for the Sith to capture the planet. He was flying into this blind, having no idea who and/or what was commanding the fleet he was tasked with punching a hole through.

With such little information he had also figured that he would not be the only Sith tasked with destroying the blockade, and to this effect hoped that more of the Armada would be joining him. Sith are unpredictable though, so instead of just bringing his flag ship this time he brought his entire battle group to the scene. The Star Battle cruiser that was his flagship, the two Frigates under his command and three corvettes all fully outfitted with a full range of Imperial Sith Fighter squadrons.

Regardless if more of the Empire joined him or not - Depravious would be the one to draw first blood on this blockade and show the Magisters of Ziost and Korriban the true power of the Sith. He had faith that his brothers and sisters would decimate the forces holding out on Korriban - which left only his duty.

"Commandant!"

The commanding officer Ordus Syn stood at attention on deck, his arm stiffened in a salute as the Sith Lord yelled his rank in commanding fashion.

"Our Target is Elom, make the jump into Hyperspace, and when we exit I expect all of our fore shields to be at max power - we don't know what we're going to be facing when we exit the jump. Hold all fighter squadrons in our hangar bays until I give the direct order - but they must be ready to launch at any time once we exit Hyperspace."

The Sith Lord placed both of his hands on the control panel in front of him as he peered out of the observation deck leaning slightly on the panel.

"Have both of our frigates come out of the jump slightly ahead of us and begin charging their H.A.R.P.E.R.s closest ship in range to them. Keep our Corvettes behind the flag ship until my order."

All of the commanding officers on deck saluted and then immediately rushed back to their stations. In just a few seconds the entire battle group hit hyperspace.



Ship Name: 'Pandryl Kaes' Ship Class: Imperator-class Star Battlecruiser
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- Flag Ship


Ship Name: 'Decimator' Ship Class: Revocation-class Missile Frigate
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Ship Name: 'Dominator' Ship Class: Velox-class Artillery Frigate.
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Ship Name: 'Annihilator' Ship Class:Regulation-class Corvette
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Ship Name: 'Obliterator' Ship Class: Receptor-class Mine Layer Corvette
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Ship Name: 'Bone Breaker' Ship Class: Exterminator-class Heavy Corvette
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Location: Korriban | Camp just outside the Shyrack Caverns
Objective: Waiting for Sith & Friends

Korriban.

It had been one of the first planets Vaylin had went to after becoming [member="Aria Vale"]'s apprentice. The Zabrak's perspective had been entirely different back then, as someone who wasn't a Sith. One who had come to the planet to learn, to discover what exactly made them any different to the Dark she had been surrounded with on Dxun.

What she found was the same darkness that she was familiar with, the same echoes that stretched out from the numerous tombs here like it had with Freedon Nadd's on the the Demon Moon. It had all fascinated the Zabrak, and the days spent there had played a major part in her accepting the ways of the Sith.

Now here she was, returning to the planet as a part of the Sith Empire, who were continuing to spread their presence and influence across the galaxy. This was something particularly special, a goal the Empire had been aiming to reach since it had formed.

They were to reclaim their ancient homeworld. It had gone without the banner of the Sith for too long.

Vaylin's objective here was aimed towards the Shyrack Caverns, or more specifically the crypt of Ludo Kressh that resided somewhere deep within them. Something had been stirring from within, causing the native beasts to become a lot more aggressive. It had forced the Zabrak to set up a camp some distance away from the cave entrance. Earlier reports had revealed the creatures swarmed out if anyone tried to set up too close.

Now it was a matter of waiting. Vaylin was dressed in her usual armour, with a pair of lightsabers hanging at her waist. She already knew [member="Vereshin"] was intending to join her on this, but she was curious to see if anyone else would too.
 

Vereshin

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Location: Campsite
Objective: Waiting
Allies: [member="Vaylin"]

The Sith Empire claimed the ancient Bastion of forbidden knowledge on this day. Gathering by a campsite near the legendary valley of the Dark Lords, Vereshin reunited with an old friend in pursuit of a disturbance deep within the tomb of Ludo Kressh. A chill wind blew shrilly through the rich sand and caressed the back of his neck while he sat on a rock with his back facing the breeze. On his lap sat his little black notebook where he scribbled formula and spells. Ritual graphs and symbols lined the pages and rolled with every movement of his pen as he revised possible approaches to sourcing the malignant energy.

"Hello Miss Vaylin, it is good to see you after all this time." A gathering shadow cooled the heat over Vereshin's features and he raised his head to greet the looming figure of Vaylin. Her white armor glistened in the sun, muted by orange clouds. Her hands gripped her hips in a gesture the dark mage interpreted as disapproval. Dressed in a light, black tunic over a grey shirt and loose pants, Vereshin tried to lessen the layers of his attire when travelling in the desert. The toes of his boots pointed fiercely into the sand and rows of silver buckles lined the side. A thick silver ring, headed with a huge skill sat on his thumb while he scrawled the esoteric mathematics.

"Tell me, what is your interest in the tomb of Ludo Kressh?" Vereshin raised his fluffy hair which he did not slick back as usual, leaving it soft and disheveled in the sandy wind. A silver chain hung around his skin bearing a black crystal, which he rubbed in concentration as he diverted his attention to the numbers. Vaylin's interest in the tomb intrigued him, he did not assume her intention was scholarly. Regardless, her strength would prove useful when combating shyrack swarms. "There is a disturbance in the Dark Side down there." Vereshin raised a thick eyebrow in a devious expression. "One which interests me intently." His brilliant green eyes shifted and he looked away dreamily at the statues looming into the clouds.
 
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Outer Rim Territories
Thule

While the main thrust of the Empire's spear was aimed at overthrowing half of the Duumvirate that had risen in the Stygian Caldera with the Resurgent Empire's collapse, the Dark Lord and his Shadow Hand would be traveling to what was perhaps their oldest bastion of power.

Thule.

It had been many a year since Carnifex had set his eyes on the storm-ridden world, and it filled him with some semblance of nostalgia. It was here where he had first tasted the power of royalty after deposing the planet's previous monarch, Karin Dorn. Even when he had risen to Sith Emperor the world had held a special place in his heart, and he was loath to leave it behind when the Old Empire began to tear itself apart in the wake of the Battle of Dac.

Now the Great Ziggurat of Hurom loomed before him, its shadow engulfing the Crestfallen as it maneuvered to land on the landing platform adjacent to the temple's main structure. The ramp lowered and Carnifex emerged with his entourage to be greeted by one of the minions he had left to oversee the planet's administration since he had departed.

The minion, a spindly man of eighty, bowed as low as he could to the pair of titans as they approached. "My lords, it brings great joy to my heart to see you both in such good health. Please, come inside. The Lord Governor would be delighted to seat both of you at his table."

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
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Dust in his eye.

He blinked, once, twice, the sweat mixed up and making it difficult to see.

"We will be fine." Morgan assured the person next to him. Dante. He blinked again and memories came as the dust particle left. They were on board of one of the shuttles going down to Korriban's surface, the silence wasn't awkward, but comfortable wasn't the right term either. The texture of the metal support beam sticking out of the internal hull felt rough against the palm of his hand, there was a smidgen of blood there. A reminder that they weren't the first entry into this war and presumably not the last either. Initial gains had been good and with about eighty percent of the planet under their control... they should have been declaring this a war, if not for the insistent hot beds of conflict.

The Golg Valley was pulling in their people and sending them out in body bags.

The memory faded, but the feeling stayed with him: anger for the many lives lost, their lives, grunts like them. "How's your side?" Vance asked, before rolling onto his stomach and using the scope of his modular rifle to sneak a peek over the hill dune. They were mostly covered by its edge, the sand obscuring them (slipping into his scarf and making him blow out sand every once in a while), but there was nothing pleasant about it. At least his skin had stopped feeling like it was being rasped on rusty metal.

The other side had dug in well.

Would be difficult to penetrate it without two set of arms.

"We are clear for now, time for that bacta batch."

[member="Dante Sotari"]​
 
"Hurts like a mother-hutter," she winced, shifting.

Her rifle was next to her, and from their vantage point, she could be taking out the resistance, once singing pull of the trigger at a time. But no, instead she was propped up with her back against the sand, in enough pain that she didn't give a kark about the vague weirdness that lived in the space between them, but not so bad that she could pretend to ignore him.

No one had seen where the explosion had really originated from. Had someone lobbed a grenade? Had they triggered a mine, planted there previously? It was six of one, half dozen of another as the sand beneath the scout next to her had disintegrated in a flash of red and white. She'd been lucky, really. The damage wasn't that bad. But she'd been adjusted her goggles, arm up and out of the way so the blast of melted sand had struck her squarely on the side, sending her tumbling halfway down a dune before she'd skidded to a stop. Her ears were still ringing, but she figured that would pass. They weren't bleeding at least. So that was something.

Their squad had come under heavy fire almost immediately- someone taken advantage of the blast. She didn't know how many of theirs had gone down. Some she hoped had just gotten separated, getting to higher ground or else rendezvoused with another squad.

Dante shifted her head, but she couldn't really get a good look at her side. She'd been armored too lightly for even a glancing hit like that to get shrugged off, valuing movement over protection. It wasn't the first time she'd been wounded in action- not even the worst time. But this one felt different.

Sand turned into molten glass will do that.

"Next time..... they can just shoot me. That hurts less."

[member="Morgan Vance"]
 
Korriban – Valley of Golg
Get accross - Murder the Magister

The blast of a detonation shook the red soil beneath her and beat against her ears like a drum. Another – She could see the spray of dislodged rock and sand this time. Their aim was improving. In front of her, a Selkath trooper muttered to himself, jowls quivering while hands went through the practiced motion of reloading a carbine blaster. Next to him, a tall and thin, female humanoid with dusky skin and a mild Force sensitivity, and a Quarran currently staring at the ground and turning a mortar launcher around and around in the dust in front of him. After cocking the weapon and checking the sight, the Selkath looked at Darth Ophidia and gave a nod. The two others tensed.

“Then we are ready. The Dark Lord salutes your effort for the Imperial cause. I salute your effort to taking back our spiritual home”

Disguised as she was, she looked like one of the red-skinned natives to this and the other crown worlds of the Caldera. Why? Because it gave credibility to the cause and the capture. These were soldiers from many worlds and many kinds, all drawn in by the promise of reward for their merit, and spliced by the idea that they were making a difference for someone’s life.

“On your mark.” She fastened the full helm on her head and stood up.

“Ready.” Her eyes surveyed the rest of them: Figures crouched behind twisted metal and trampled dirt for a moment’s breath before the next push.

Her last command was silent: A wave of her hand making a slicing motion through the air. The Selkath jumped up on the edge, landing on his stomach and shouldering his blaster to put down cover-fire. More joined him, giving fire from every angle. The Quarran pulled a thermal detonator from his belt and counted down 3, 2, - As he jumped up to throw his explosive, a bolt of return-fire caught him square in the head. The Vahla girl picked up the grenade and threw it: It did not reach its destination, but at least it didn’t clear them out instead.

Ophidia unclipped a bar from her belt and darted down one of the crevices of the valley. Streaks of blaster-fire from either side snipped the air above her. She could see the greater battle from here: Miles upon miles of retreat, advance, and stalemate. Slapping the trigger on the bar in her hands, a shield surrounded her crouched form while she rushed across. Shrapnel and the frustrated shots of sharpshooters pattered against the shield like heavy rain, contesting the Sith Lord’s hold on it, but she persevered.

A mortar-shot breached a hole in the enemy’s scrap shield, just big enough for one to get inside. It would have been an exercise in futility, were she not already metres away. The Pale Assassin stormed through the breach with her shield for cover. Her left hand pulled two smoke grenades from the back of her belt.

It was time to light this ditch up.
 
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Location | Valley of Golg
Objective | Assault the Tomb of Garush
Company | TSA Infantry





The warzone that was the Valley of Golg had been nothing but an obstacle that the Sith Empire had yet to overcome. The Magister's forces that were between the Sith Empire and crushing whatever resistance was left was one of the few obstacles that needed to be dealt with before Korriban could be brought back into the Sith Empire's territories. Korriban belonged to the Sith Empire, and for such brazen defiance in relinquishing it back to them in exchange for peace and prosperity was nothing short of foolish. No matter, Korriban would be theirs once more, even if the iron foot of the Sith Empire had to be brought down on it.

Vexen was on an established forward outpost overlooking the valley, his arms crossed over his chest as blasterfire and sabers were seen dotting the distance, fighting erupting for several cycles. Vexen was getting impatient with the little progress being made, though he admired the Magister's strategic move of locking himself in the Tomb Vexen intended to assault. However, there was one oversight that the good Magister may have forgotten and that was his back was up against the wall with nowhere to run. The Tomb of Garush would soon become his own once the Sith Empire had stomped out the remaining forces in the valley.

Vexen would turn to the TSA commander overseeing deployment as he spoke, " What is the status of our forces Commander? " The TSA commander would turn and snap a salute to Vexen before speaking, " Progress is slow sir. The natural geography makes it difficult to flank the enemy. " " Hmph...The Lords will want Korriban under our control swiftly...Perhaps it is time for additional reinforcements of the frontline... " Vexen would turn away as he boarded a shuttle docked with the command outpost along with several other TSA Infantry, taking off to deploy personally to the field.

Several other shuttles loaded with troopers would fly in a scattered formation, several erupting into balls of flame as they are met with resistance, crashing into scattered firefights. Death and chaos filled the air with such a thickness that it was nearly tangible. Vexen's shuttle would land as troops began disembarking into the valley. His lightsaber in hand would ignite, its crimson blade flairing to life as he held it to his side, trodding through the dust and sand of the valley, swinging it as he deflected any stray blaster bolts left and right, kicking up plumes of sand.

Any enemy foolish enough to encounter Vexen would be summarily impaled on his saber. One unfortunate soldier having met his fate at the end of Vexen's blade was currently being held by the back of his neck, his corpse being used as a shield so that Vexen no longer had to swing his saber and defend. It played a twofold role as psychological warfare when the enemy soon realized they were shooting at the corpse of one of their own. His arrival on the battlefield was resulting in a slow and gradual push forward, the Sith Empire's troops rallying under a Sith Knight as they pressed the assault.
 
Location: Korriban
Objective: Reconstruct Sith Academy and Spaceport





The sand shifted, engulfing the top half of Darth Venefica's bare feet whilst she stood examining the remains of the ancient Sith Academy. The structure wasn't completely in ruin, but it's state of appearance had lost it's dark beauty from years of neglect. What passed as the halls that once witnessed mere Acolytes transform into legendary powerful Sith would be off limits to everyone for the exception of the labour force, until it's metamorphosis was complete.
"Our main focus in the next few days will be reinventing the halls....training rooms....and housing quarters."
The twin male brothers, both highly respected engineers, stood flanking the Sith Lady jotting into their datapads.
"When the team of sculptures arrive....they will restore the statues to their former glory...and erect a new statue depicting our new Dark Lord. Have the materials arrived?"
"Within the hour."
"Spare no safety protocols....I want those materials unloaded the moment they arrive."
"As you wish."
There was much work to be done here at the site of the Academy, but it was not the only project in her agenda.
"Come....let's see how the spaceport has fared over the years."
 
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[member="Dante Sotari"]

Morgan grunted softly, might have been acknowledgement, validation, encouragement or something else.

Either way he put the rifle down and slowly crawled his way to Dante. They had been working together for a few weeks now, which meant half a dozen missions - some short, some longer - but the one thing Dante would have noticed by now... was that few things truly fazed him. He stayed stoic, relaxed, confident without qualm even during the most trying of times. It might have had a steadying influence on those working with him, after all, if he wasn't worried.

Then why would they?

Shame that didn't work for everyone. "I will be sure to let them know your preference next time." Morgan retorted dryly, before slumping down next to her. He was tired and it would show on his face. Just something in the eyes, their set and focus dimmer than she was used to.

With a gesture Vance asked her for access.

Beneath her hands the ripped textile and shredded armor-weave was bloody and soaked. Seemed like the bleeding had stopped for the moment.

"Just a scratch, gonna apply the patch now." It wasn't just a scratch and they both knew it. From his bag he revealed an injector, patch and some other equipment. Morgan hadn't been trained as a field medic, but after a while you pick a few things up.

"Might sting a little."

A clean rag soaked in anti-septic was pushed against the wound, carefully wiping away blood to give him a better idea what be was working with.
 
Causstik Rahn sat in a small ditch with a squad of Sith troopers. Automatic blaster fire raced above their heads, a Rodian trooper peeked his head out of cover and was immediately hit in the face. His head exploding in a mess of blood, grey matter and giblets. The sight made Causstik… Hungry. He eyed the pulp with a crazed gaze. Already the voices were worming their way into his head.

Take a bite Causstik.... The others won't mind.. They said encouragingly

Causstik nodded vehemently and took his helmet off. He began to inch his way towards the corpse slobber seeping from his jowls, but before he could lay a hand on the body. Some one grabbed the back of his armor.

“We’re going over the top! The next wave has arrived!” The grizzled Sith Sergeant barked.

Causstik rubbed his stomach longingly, but opted instead to followed his squad over the top. Blaster fire raced past them and men fell in scores. Some of the Sith ignited sabers and acted as shields for the advance. But, it wasn't enough. Causstik heard the familiar whistle of enemy artillery and dove low.

“Incom-!” was all the Grizzled Sergeant had time to say before he was wracked by shrapnel.

Geysers of blood jetted out of his wounds and the man screamed in pain. Limbs went flying across the battlefield and Causstik was sure his squad had been decimated. If he wanted to live he needed to move forward. He got off his belly and ran with all his might. Blaster fire pinged off Causstik’s shields and he figured it wouldn't be long before they failed. His legs pumped harder and his strides grew longer. He began to blind fire with his Imperial issue disruptor rifle in the direction of the enemy. The blaster fire paused momentarily and Causstik seized the opportunity. He landed in the enemy trench and began searching for his prey.
 
Location: Korriban
Objective: Pursuing her own research

It had been a very long time since she had stepped foot on Korriban. The last time had been during the time of the One Sith, when she and another Sith Lord had brought a group of acolytes with them to study the ruins. She had been with her sister Melori, exploring the tomb of Marka Ragnos. Now, she was back and with a new research goal firmly set in mind. The other Sith were seeing to the finishing touches of their return to this most important world for the Sith, dealing with some remnants of the Resurgent Empire or helping to rebuild the academy that was far above her.

She had done her part to help with the rebuilding phase, secretly purchasing some of the needed materials for the project. She had also dispatched a few of her Wights into the Valley where the enemy was holed up to send intelligence to other Sith forces if requested. But now... the Lady of Secrets was pursuing another piece of the puzzle she was trying to unravel.

Deep in the catacombs that ran underneath the Academy, she was searching for a specific chamber that had been created when Vitiate's Sith had controlled this world. She was hopeful that she would find evidence or even writings on the work that had been done there. The trouble would be reaching it as she could feel lifeforms had taken up residence within these catacombs. In a way, she was doing a duty to the rebuilding phase by clearing our the beasts that had made their home down here.
 
Location: Undisclosed location, Korriban
Objective: Learn from the past


It was almost unthinkable that a Sith had never visited Korriban. It was the planet that still exerted the power of some of the most powerful Sith of days past and it was one of the most important planets to the Empire for a good reason. Even more baffling then was the notion of a Sith Lord or Lady never having graced the planet in their lifetime.

Yet, Darth Avacyn was one of those Sith.

It was something she had wanted to rectify for the longest time, yet her busy and split life had prevented her from going. She was either with Ishana and her family, the life she would never give up for anything, or occupied with the Valkyries as an elder. Exploration was something Kaalia had always loved, but lately she simply had not had the time. With the Sith Empire landing onto the planet however the opportunity was finally afforded to her, one she could not pass up on.

The woman was not here to fight, however. Empire forces had already begun the final stages of the occupation of the planet and rebuilding efforts had already started, but Kaalia was far away from those things. Instead the Sonic Phantom had landed in a remote location with an entirely different reason. To learn.

Some who ascend to the title of Lord or Lady would start slacking. Those were the ones who would quickly perish. Nobody was above learning and Kaalia understood this well. There was much that Korriban had to offer, and the redhead would seek out as much of it as possible.
 
Location: Korriban | Campsite
Objective: Waiting
Allies: [member="Vereshin"]

Vaylin looked at the sorcerer with a curious expression, it had after all been some time since she had last spoken and fought alongside him. Things had certainly changed between then and now. Vereshin had reached newer heights, whereas Vaylin had progressed in fine-tuning the lessons taught to her.

Her lashing out, her distaste towards others had been smothered through training, sharpened into a more accurate weapon she could use against her enemies. Vereshin had certainly been on the receiving end of her annoyance back on Dantooine, but there was a distinct lack of that now, even in her greeting.

"Hello to you too, Vereshin. It has been some time." She looked him over, somewhat amused by his choice of attire. With the thinner frame, lightly dressed in tunic, shirt and pants. Whereas Vaylin still remained the more imposing figure, standing tall, built and armored.

"My interest is to investigate. The sudden aggressiveness in the shyrack swarms has been a cause of alarm for some within the Empire." There was a moment's pause as Vaylin looked away from the camp, towards the direction the cavern entrance was. "I'm here to see if those rumours are true, that someone has messed with the crypt, and if so I'm to stop it."

The pair waited for a while long, to see if anyone else was intending to join them. But it became apparent that no one, at least not any time soon. Vaylin had left instructions to follow on from the campsite if they were coming directly from the Sith Empire. Otherwise it would be a matter of crossing paths with anyone else.

"Once you're ready to move Vereshin, we'll head towards the caverns."
 
LOCATION: Entering Golg Valley
OBJECTIVE: Secure Golg Valley, Eliminate Errant Lord

~En Route to Korriban~

"Commander Demici, come in and sit." Captain Venac said as Anora knocked on the open door to his office. She had taken a shuttle over from her frigate just prior to jumping to hyperspace. It hadn't been her first choice of something to do, but orders from Command did not brook disobedience.

Anora stepped into the office and slid lightly into the seat the Captain had offered. Despite the rank, this man was not the commander of the ship they sat on. The insignia he lacked told Anora all she needed to about what this Captain was. All she needed now was to know what he wanted.

"Captain, this is highly..." Anora began, but the higher ranking officer just sat back and arched an eyebrow as if to say 'May I start us off?' in a very pointed way.

"Commander, I understand that this is...highly...irregular, I believe that is what you were going to say." It wasn't even a question. "However, our campaign to retake the Caldera has come to a point where we must recognize special talent."

He paused, almost as if to elicit a comment from Anora, but she knew better than to take the bait. Oddly, he seemed pleased.

"Commander Demici, you chose to serve in the Empire's Navy, but you maintain exemplary training standards equivalent to our Legion Special Forces. Something you have pushed onto your crew to varying states of success, it would seem as well." He paused and looked down at the pad before him. "Your work on recent assignments likewise shows an aptitude at the other side of our operations." He paused again and looked up, right into Anora's eyes. "Commander Demici, you are being wasted. Frigate captains, as invaluable as they are to our cause, are a dime a dozen. You are needed elsewhere, and are thus being reassigned. You are going to be attached to Legion Special Forces for the foreseeable future. You've been assigned quarters on this ship, and will transit down with other operators once we make Korriban. You will be given your orders then."

Now he paused, and Anora opened her mouth to reply.

"That is all, Commander. Dismissed."

She had gotten four words out, and her life had changed. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it, as it came as a complete surprise to her. A yeoman was waiting outside the office and showed her to her new quarters. Her meager belongings had fit easily into the smaller quarters aboard this ship. She stepped in and moved to her small weapons rack. She took her sidearm from the rack and sat down to clean it while she thought.

~Present~

She had received new armor, but her weapons were still hers. She trained on donning and doffing the armor, moving in the armor, and fighting in the armor in the small training bays of the command ship she had been reassigned to, everything to make herself ready. She had found that this armor had to have been based on the standard trooper armor she had worn previously, as acclimating to it happened fairly quickly.

The day they arrived, she slipped into the armor quickly, holstered her sidearm, slung her bull pup rifle across her back, and cradled her sniper rifle in her arms. She loaded onto a small assault lander whose pilot was, predictably, a few eggs short of an omelette, and experienced a hot landing that would likely become routine, if Captain Venec was to be believed. They off loaded just outside of the Valley that their target had fortified.

The orders she received on the way down included what imagery they had from previous reigns and satellite intel. She was tasked to aid in the push to break Golg Valley and bring down the Sith Lord that defied their Dark Lord. She spent the stomach flippingly short ride to the surface studying the area of operation. Once she exited the shuttle, she looked around. There were regular troops and other teams of operators. Some had very obvious Sith with them, others had locals tagging along.

Anora nodded to herself and turned to stride towards the enemies right flank. There were some geographical features she had seen in the satellite images that might give the enemy a false sense of safety. If she could find a stealthy way of getting through, she could come up on the enemies flank and coordinate rolling them their.

First she had to get there, though.
 
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The 'Pandryl Kaes' battle group jumped into the Elom system. Immediately upon entering the space they encountered heavy fire from the blockade over the planet; however, the frigates that had jumped into space just before the flag ship had already unleashed two of their H.A.R.P.E.R.S causing massive damage to one of the leading ships in the blockade. Fires erupted from the star destroyer blockading the planet.

"Pull our frigates back slightly, and have them continuing to fire at the center of the blockade to break their formation apart. Keep the Corvettes safely behind Pandryl Kaes until we've broken their formation. Once their formation has been broken we will position ourselves directly in between their lines and the Corvettes will do what they do best."

Without even a single word the commands were issued to the rest of the small fleet under the Sith Lords command. The frigates pulled back slightly as their artillery continued to rattle off of their hulls. The shields on the frigates had been brought down significantly as they had taken the bulk of the fire from the blockade when entering the system.

"Begin fire with our Ion Cannons and Turbolaser batteries, lets bring their shields down! Release our fighter squadrons and lets begin some bombing runs on the center of their blockade as well. Half of our fighters will run an active perimeter around our fleet."

No sooner did Lord Depravious command the fighters be released the hull of Pandryl Kaes was shaken as the enemy fighters began their own bombing runs. Many of the officers on deck stumbled as the ship cracked and heaved under the weight of the ion bombs slamming into the hull. The Sith Lord didn't move an inch though and merely watched as the swarms of his own fighters were released and unleashed upon the enemy bombers.

The next message he sent went directly to his bomber squadrons that were headed towards the enemy fleet.

"Failure is not an option, we will cover you with our frigates and Pandryl Kaes - the moment you break their formation and decimate their center line, our Corvettes will move in to assist you. Don't even come home if you feel like you're going to fail."
 
Oh, Dante had noticed.

It also kind of annoyed her.

Like he wasn't human or something- no one, even in their line of work, was that calm all the time. Sometimes, when he was doing the 'everything is hell but I am MISTER CALM MAN' Dante could be found, rolling her eyes behind his back. It wasn't like she wanted him to run in circles, panic or anything. They had to be calm and part of her recognized it. Except.... he wasn't just calm. He was automated relaxed, nothing phased him, ever.

Dante couldn't put her finger on why it bothered her so much.

But this man was eating crackers around her and she was starting to cringe every time he crunched.

The pain made it harder to keep it to herself. She knew that, in a peripheral sort of way. The awareness was there, but the sarcastic responses were really all that she could muster at the moment. In fairness, it was often what she could muster.

"Oh really? Thought it would tickle."

She gritted her teeth, tipping her head back as she hissed in a sharp breath.

The wound was ultimately superficial. She was in no risk of bleeding out or going into shock- not unless the blast had done some sort of internal damage that couldn't be assessed yet. Despite that, it was a dozy. A pockmarked mess of sand heated to it's melting point and shredding the skin down to the muscle. It had cooled there, inside the crisp edges of the wound. The combination of burn and shrapnel made this dangerous for risk of infection more than anything else. But there was no denying that it hurt like a mother.

She kept her attention on the sky as he injected the contents of the syringe, fire blossoming all over again. Injectable bacta, so useful in field kits for things like this- speed the healing, reduce risk of infection- but there was a reason the boots on the ground colloquially referred to it as 'Liquid Hate'. She bit back a groan of pain, the sound stuck deep in her throat as the fire pulsed through her side.

[member="Morgan Vance"]
 
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[member="Dante Sotari"]

The sarcasm washed over him and all she got was an amused quirk of the lip.

Which probably didn't help her, but these days little seemed to touch Morgan and that concerned him. There were memories there, before the incident, where he had been angry, sad, in agony and pain, where joy had raised his spirits high. But ever since it had happened there was only the dull and low hum of nothing. Some events did tug at him, some more than others, their brief time together had been one of those times. Once the door shut, body pressed against body, the heat, but other than that?

Just a sense of calm.

"Mmhm, sorry to disappoint." The jab of the syringe was clean, neat, precise and hit the right spot in one attempt. Which was strange, because this was the first time he had done it. His hands didn't shake, he didn't have to align the needle, nothing.

One look and Morgan knew exactly how to do it efficiently and without complication.

Once the pain resided (moderately) he started applying a patch, to keep the wound from getting infected again. "Tell you what, next time I will take the explosion and you can patch me up, deal?" Overwatch fire ringed past them as the dug-in troopers were trying to keep them suppressed. It meant that they were trying to make a move, maybe break out and advance their position. Scowl formed itself around his brows and mouth, this was going to complicate things.

"How's your focus?"
 

Adriago Duilius

An Imperial of Sorts
Location: Orbit around Korriban
Objective: Reconstruction of the Sith Temple and Korriban Spaceport

Duilius had been placed in charge of the Sith Armada's effort at reconstruction on the world of Korriban. He had to coordinate the cooperation of the logistics command and the corps of engineers, all the while as the Sith Legion's own effort as well as that of civilian and government contractors. It was a nightmare, but he had elected for a short mission out of combat or patrol duty, a relief under limited leave time and a high stress occupation. Currently he was on the bridge of one of the transports in the large convoy that had arrived with all the supplies that had been requested. There wan't much going on, but as they entered the atmosphere and the convoy split in two, one heading towards the Sith temple while the other continued on its path towards the Korriban spaceport. It wasn't long before the remaining transports in the convoy had landed and supplies had begun being unloaded.

The Commodore was met by several of the engineering leaders, a Colonel Harin from the Sith Legion Corps of Engineering, Commander Narentown from the Sith Armada Corps of Civil Engineering, and an official by the name of Vi from the Sith government acting as liaison to the site. Once they had gone through the pleasantries of introduction, the went down to brass tacks. Colonel Harin began, "Commodore, as you know, this will be a joint project, so to keep simplicity, we have divvied up areas of the site based on the expertise of the workers. For instance, the Legion will be handling the central complex and infrastructure, the Armada will be working mainly on the docking bays and hangars, while the government workers will take on the customs, cargo bays, and warehouses. Since the Legion's representative has found himself stuck in some bureaucratic mess at Bastion, we'd hope you do the administration for both branches here at the work site." Duilius nodded, "Ok Colonel, I'll lead. Lets get these supplies of these ships and start rebuilding." The group agreed and parted from each other, each one going to their needed areas.

Duilius was on his way to inspect what preliminary work the crews had done in clearing and preparing the area for reconstruction when a junior lieutenant approached him out of breath, no doubt coming from the temporary command center based on his insignia, "You are Commodore Duilius, correct?" Duilius answered, "I am." The Legion officer took a deep breath, "[member="Darth Venefica"] is coming to inspect the spaceport. She will be here momentarily." Duilius replied quickly, "Go back to HQ, prepare me a small honor guard and get them to the southern entrance in 15 minutes." The commodore broke off from the lieutenant and began running towards the southern gate for the spaceport, kicking up dust behind him as he maneuvered through workers unloading cargo.
 

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