Weekend Event: Divided We Fall

[Tefka]

DIVIDED WE FALL

BEGINS: FRIDAY NIGHT AT 8:00 PM EST
ENDS: SUNDAY NIGHT AT 11:59 EST

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Concluding the events of the Galactic Event Shattered Souls, a mysterious artifact on a lost naval station called out to @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Xhinx Knojurhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/248-xhinx-knojur/and @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Daxton Banehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/226-daxton-bane/, two unlikely Sith Apprentices. Of an unknown origin, this artifact demonstrated subtle Dark Side tendencies while revealing that it was in search of it's brother on Rhommamool*, the sister planet of Osarian. The two worlds, historically teetering on the edge of mutual annihilation, follow their paths of orbit until they come within missile range of each other. Relations between the two worlds were done no favors during the Four Hundred Year Darkness, and an open rebellion on Rhommamool threatens to thrust the two planets back into open war.

Meanwhile, the Galactic Republic has arrived to try and negotiate a peace that is interrupted by the powers of the Sith Empire, again engaging in open conflict as both sides land troops to support the government of Osarian, while the rich mining colonies of Rhommamool hire out to any Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters who will defend their cause against their much larger and sophisticated sister planet. While the Osarian system teeters on the edge of total catastrophe, rumors of a missing Rhommamoolian mining colony begins to spread, with sightings of monstrous creatures roaming the nearby wastelands being reported.

Galactic Weekend Event Rules:

Instead of role-playing your character normally, you may have him/her mutate into one of the monstrous creatures from the missing mining colony for the duration of the Weekend Event. Contact me privately if you wish to.

All faction fleets will be role-played as *background noise* and will not have a significant outcome in the role-play itself.

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Teferi blinked.

"The Sith Empire has arrived! General Quarters! General Quarters! This is not a drill..."

Teferi closed his eyes, smelling blood.

"...and Basilisk War Droids at frame 02-NV-009! They're reaching the bloody docking bay, Lieutenant!"

Eyes opened, dirt and sand stormed against his face.

"...brace for impact, we're GOING DOWN."



Teferi sat up in the sand, holding his head, trying to remember what had led to him being where he was.


"CONTACTS, WE'VE GOT CONTACTS!"


Fire raged around the miniature Jedi Master.

"MASTER JEDI,"

Teferi's eyes widened as he wiped blood and dirt from his face with one three-fingered hand.

"WE HAVE TO MOVE."

"Y-yes, run!" Teferi staggered to his feet. Rhommamool. They were on Rhommamool. The soldier began yanking the Jedi up onto his shoulder, running, as Teferi merely stared at the sky, the looming giant of Osarian looking close enough to touch. He watched as several other escape pods began to splinter off and get shot down, as their's did. Up in the distance, The Lion's Maw, one of the Republic's flagships, was sent spiralling towards it's destructive end on the surface of Rhommamool.

The Jedi Master wondered what had happened, and how the others of the Order were faring...

 

[Black Lotus]

"Sssssith....."

The artifact seemed to whisper to Daxton.

"My brother...awaits us."

 

[Emperor Xhinx]

Xhinx stood in his ship hovering near Rhommamool, watching the giant station descend into the planets atmosphere.

 

[Ezekyle Alpharius]

A figure out of mythological nightmare stood on a high cliff overlooking the expansive canyon below him as a downed Republic cruiser smashed into the gash in the land, widening it further and further as smoldering steel and fire engulfed the land in its wake. A dust cloud the size of three destroyers rose up from its shell, blanketing the land in a choking field of haze, but Ezekyle was un-phased as he revved up his swoop-bike and blazed down a trail that wound around the cliff-side to see if he could find any survivors to put out of their misery. Sadly his initial search found nothing, but his long-range comm picked up chatter across the ridge to the south and he brought his swoop to bear and sped towards that direction, bringing up dust and rock like some sort of dust devil. More explosions marked the sky as a space battle raged above the planet, and more debris and ships of both Republic and Imperial markings careened down and crashed, tearing up the land in their death throes.

Ezekyle could see figures on the horizon, and increased his swoop's speed to its limit as he purposefully ran into one of the fleeing troops, impaling him on the front of his swoop, blood exploding out in a fountain from the man's ruined chest. Ezekyle slammed on the break, flinging the corpse from the front of his bike before revving up again to make another pass, but this time the fleeing soldiers had become aware of the Bounty Hunter and opened fire, most of them missing and the rest bouncing off his and the swoop's armor. The swoop impaled another man, coating the originally brown paint job a crimson stain as the contents of the soldier's torso exploded outward to garland the bike with his fluids and organs. Ezekyle tossed this corpse off as well, and banked again to continue his bloody joust.

 

[Daxton Bane]

So much death, Daxton could feel the dark side swell as hundreds of lives came to an abrupt end. And this was only the beginning. What power could he achieve once he obtained the twin crystal that he sought. The Republic and the Jedi came prepared for war, but they were not ready for the counter gambit he had unleashed.

Already dozens of mercenary teams were scouring Rhommamool, trapped by their greed, unwitting pawns on a mad treasure hunt amidst the chaos and destruction. Daxton's purple armor glowed in the soft light, bathed in the vitals and ichor of his foes. He reached out to the Dark Side calling out to the brother crystal.

Where are you? Reveal your presence to me!

 

[Jsc]

Lions Maw Crash Site
Cloud Orbit

Padawan Karen Roberts came swooping down in a large republic gunship. She sat in the pilot's seat as her seven gunner's hit their sectors. But she wasn't here to provide air-superiority or overwatch. This gunship could hold nearly 90 passengers and was now quite empty. Karen was here for pick up and extraction. She cycled through her opaque visor's HUD as her com buzzed to life with the voice of her boat-side Specialist,

~ "Titan Escort this is Fleet Command. Titan Escort, come in on this frequency. You have eyes on the prize. ...So what have you got for me Pilot?" ~
"Survivors sir. I've got pods everywhere."
.. ~ "Understood. We confirm on land fall. However the Grandmaster is priority one here. I've got a com signal but it is fading in and out." ~
"No need. I've got him. We are moving to target now."

.. ~ "Good to hear, Jedi. I'm re-tasking other shuttle teams to grab our other lost survivors and link up with the main landing party." ~
"Well consolidate, Fleet Command. See you top-side."
.. ~ "Negative, Titan Escort. Stay with the Grandmaster. You are his bird until this whole kark-storm is over. Roger." ~
"Roger that, Fleet Command. Setting waypoint now, proceeding to mission. Titan Escort out."

Karen swooped in hard and fast. It was time to grab the VIP's and link up to form a solid fighting force. If it was peace they were after today? They were in for a long haul.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton wondered if the mercenary teams would be able to secure the nuclear arsenal as he so hoped they would. That alone should force the Republic into two fronts, fighting the Sith forces and rushing to stop what they would have to assume would be his plan all along. Still should they succeed it would greatly satisfying to trigger an holocaust between these two worlds, hopefully taking out the Republic and Jedi as well.

With the fate of two worlds on their shoulders, would they still have enough time to stop him. It was so deliciously ingenious, he could not help but laugh in pure malicious joy. Cry havok my children and let loose the dogs of war!

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin stood on the bridge of one of his Dragon Class capital ships, around him stood nothing and no one. The entire ship was empty besides him and a few of his hound's. Moridin had done away with the crew, choosing to instead use slave rigged circuits to operate the entire ship. This meant that in a fight the ship's capacity for war reduced itself by almost forty percent, but it also meant that it required absolutely no crew what so ever, aside from the occasional engineers.

The Dreadlord hardly cared however, and as he looked onto the two worlds below he felt a smudge of disgust. The Republic was here, their great warship had crashed, their forces were in slight disarray and the Sith had them on the run. Moridin still however was displeased, he didn't want a Sith Victory here, he didn't want the Republic to lose, he wanted everyone to lose.

He wanted these two worlds gone, destroyed, absolutely decimated. They had been at war for centuries now, fighting and killing one another for ages. The Dreadlord could sense it, the death and destruction that had happened between these two worlds, he could feel their wounds in the force, the tears within the living energy here.

Moridin wanted to widen that tear. He wanted to expand it and make any force user to visit these worlds howl in pain. Why did he want this? Who knew, Moridin was a crazy man, and they rarely had reasons for their antics.

“Come.” Moridin said and as he turned around on his heel dozens of Serin Darkhounds bounded from the shadows. They pulled themselves from the blackness and bounded after their master, the killing would begin soon.

 

[Alexander Ienovo]

No one gave them as second glance when they arrived in their black transport vessel. Everyone assumed they were just another mercenary force, hired to quell the troubles and protect the mining colonies from possible sabotage. Alexander drummed his gauntleted fingers against the command module as he waited for his splicer to report.

Mono, the Jenet splicer, was feverishly typing on his console before breaking out in a cry of triumph. "They have some tough security algorithms here but I was able to get in, sir."

"Good job, Specialist Mono. Bring up the schematics."

Before the assembled group of Dragon's Maw, the facility diagram was displayed in holographic three dimension. "Our target is the acquisition of at least 5 Rhommamool warheads from their arsenal. Imperial intelligence tells us that we can expect opposition in the form of the Republic, the Jedi, the Sith and a motley crew of mercenaries. You are authorized to use lethal force to deal with any opposition, but if we can obtain the warheads discretely then so much the better. Do not, I repeat, Do NOT get involved in the fighting. We don't care who wish side would win. Remember our mission is the goal. Upload the schematics to your power suits, and divide yourselves into four team. Roberts, the wookies will stay with you. Make sure this hangar is secure. We might need to evacuate in a hurry and I don't want to find out at the last minute we lost our ride. Understood?"

The red haired woman threw her commander a witty grin, and snapped a salute. "Roger that sir."

"Ok the rest of you are with me. Jensen, you take team two, Macro team three. Casually blend in until we get to this power junction. Then we use Dathdaxian Gambit, leapfrogging cover. And this time the guy who accidentally shoots me in the rear is going to get left behind." The laughter of the assembled team broke the tension as he uttered their battle cry. "Dragon's Maw. Live Strong. Die Free."

The sentiment echoed in the ships hull as teams prepared themselves.

 

[Ava Solborne]

Dominator walked. He walked near the crash site and held his head in his hands. He had so strong headache, that it seemed impossible. He heard voices, whispers. He was disoriented. Lost... Dominator couldn't think, couldn't concentrate on nothing. The whispers... They made Dominator feel even more bad. "Dominator..." "Dominator, I am here..." "I hate you, son..." Dominator tried to free himself from the voices, but it was impossible. They didn't stop. Only meditating could help here. But he didn't have time. Kaleeya wasn't with him this time. She was still in the crashing site, maybe she was dead. But Dominator didn't want to hear or see anyone else, than a powerful Jedi Master, who could stop his pains. "You are sick!" A sudden scream was so unexpected and... it made Dominator fall over. He didn't want to stand up again. He didn't want to live anymore.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Slamming his fist on the flat screen display, Daxton growled as he pondered the terrain map in front of him. Critical installations were under siege by Sith war machines and troops, yet he could not yet sense the presence of the item he sought. Closing his eyes in meditation, he opened his mind to the Dark side as he commanded it reveal itself to him.

 

[Jsc]

Above the Lion's Maw Crash Site

"Fleet Command come in. This is Titan Escort."
.. ~ "Go ahead Titan Escort." ~
"No sign of the Grandmaster anywhere and my radio chatter is breaking up. Requesting a new waypoint."
.. ~ "Negative. We are sending another bird to pick up the Grandmaster. We'll find him. Now hold tight Titan, we are retasking you to search and recovery. Find our lost boys and pick them up. Sending waypoints now."

"Roger that Command. Titan Escort out."

Unable to locate the Grandmaster outside of the crash site, Karen was retasked to helping the Republic crewmen of the Lion's Maw. It was time to save those boys and bring everyone together again. As she approached the first waypoint at breakneck speeds, her com buzzed with a friendly beacon.

"Crewmen of the Lion's Maw respond, this channel. I repeat, this is Titan Escort zero one. Any crewmen please respond."
.. ~ "Titan One this is Captain Greggory Peck of the 107th. We have a beacon and are awaiting evac. Over."
"Roger that Captain 107. Approaching your ridge line now."

This planet was a desolation. The crash debris didn't help either. Karen circled her bird on the beacon and made confirmation of the lost 107th. Then she dropped it to the deck and pulled out the ramp. Her bird hovered but never touched the ground. The soldiers had to cover their faces as they boarded from the rear of the vessel. The sand blast from her repulsars was like a constant dust storm blowing all around them. The Captain approached the front hatch and knocked on the door.

"Get them inside Captain. I'm ready to go."
.. "I've got thirty men and wounded with me. We are bringing them in now."
"Understood. ...Gunners? Sit rep."
.. "All clear on sectors ma'am!"

"Understood."
.. "What's our timetable Pilot?"
"Two more waypoints. Then your top-side on the boat."
.. "No good. My men need treatment now."
"Sit down Captain. This ain't an Army bird. ...Gunner Tigpea? Drop your mount and help stabilze these boys. I want that ramp up now."
.. "Yes ma'am."

.. "Not an Army bird? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm Jedi Roberts, Captain. And I'm getting you, and your men out of here."
.. "Oh for the love of... Okay! Hey! Get everyone on board. Now!"
.. "All clear back here ma'am. Ramp coming up"

"Lifting off. Strap in back there."

Full throttle dust-off. Just burning off that dust and sand. Complete success. First waypoint complete. 30 men on-board with space for 60 more. Only two more waypoints to go.

 

[Ava Solborne]

Dominator stood up and looked at the crash site. Someone did something there, maybe trying to find something. But it wasn't important. Dominator had to find Jedi Grandmaster Teferi Efreet. Maybe he could do something. "Join the dark side!" Dominator became angry and said: "There is no dark nor light side!" He tried to calm himself, because he knew, that emotions lead to joining the Sith. But he couldn't become calm. He became more angry and hoped, that nothing can make him lose his mind. Wait, he was already crazy! He heard voices, talked to himself. He already lost his mind. Dominator jumped to the ground and hit the ground with his lightsaber's hilt. A tear formed in his eye and slowly flew over his cheek, straightly to the sand. It was followed by another and another... Normally, Dominator wasn't sad at all, but at the moment, he was sad... and scared.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

A massive burst of energy saddled forth on one of the battlefields tendrils of blackness erupted from the ground and wrapped themselves around nothingness. They tore and grabbed at the air ripping something something. A silhouette appeared within the tendrils, and seconds later the silhouette formed into a physical person, clothing wrapped around him. The tendrils disappeared back into the ground and Moridin stood where they had been just seconds ago.

The Dreadlord peered around the battlefield, Sith and Republic soldiers already fought each other, along with them were planet guards of some sort, although he hardly cared for them. He looked dispassionately at what lay before him, then raised his hand to eye level. War had once excited him beyond anything else, the killing, the blood, the death, it had all been far too much fun. Now in his old age however Moridin found such things boring, the slaughter of those not worthy of him bored him beyond all belief.

Slowly on his heel he turned towards the Republic forces, he smirked at them and then moved his fingers. His thumb and index finger met, peering at the Republic he spoke, his voice booming across the entire battlefield. “Run now, or become part of a new massacre.”

The Sith gave one simple warning, and then he snapped his fingers. As he did so blackness wrapped itself around his hand but only for a second. It jumped out and tore itself through the air. It touched the ground around Moridin and spread out. Within a second the blackness spread around the Dreadlord and his hounds erupted from the newly found shade. The Dreadlord smirked as hundreds of his Serin bounded forward towards the forces of the Republic.

They had been hiding there all along of course, so had he. There was no such thing as true teleportation within the force, or at least not anymore. That skill had been lost long ago, but Moridin knew the effects that psychology had on a soldier. Seeing hundreds of dog like war creatures erupt from nothing but shadow would terrify a Republic soldier to death, and seeing Moridin among them...well that was just the jewel in the crown.

So The Dreadlord had brought his Serin down, and then hid them with the force. Now they tore apart the Sith's opponents, consuming, poisoning, and clawing their way through the Republic forces.

Moridin turned from the battlefield and walked away from the Massacre, he had business to attend to.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The Dark Side was like a living thing, it pulsed with life and vitality even as hundreds died all around them. The thudding of still beating heart ripped from the chest of a dying foe. That is how it felt like. He ciould almost feel it, taste it on his lips. Each new death fueled the passion, the fire that beat within his own chest. Glorious. He never felt so alive!

Oh what power he could have when the crystal was his. What dark deeds could he accomplish? The universe would tremble at his fingerstips. This is what it meant to be Sith. A living god dealing death, mayhem and carnage. Let all who oppose him, quake in fear, void their bowels and run like the spineless worms they are.

A squad of Republic soldiers began firing in his direction, but he easily deflected their shots with a casual dismissive glance before rushing their position. Seconds later their death screams added more fuel to the pyre.

 

[Ava Solborne]

Kaleeya stood up and looked around. What happened? Did the ship crash? Whatever happened, she had to find Dominator. Before crashing on the planet, Dominator acted strangely. He said, that he hears voices... Thousands of voices screamed in agony and pain. That's what he said, but Kaleeya didn't know, what was actually going on. Maybe he was manipulated by the Dark Side. But of course, the boy didn't recognize different sides. Form him, there was only pure Force. Kaleeya walked a little, but her legs were very weak and she had to sit down again. Maybe she can find Dominator later. She had to give her legs some rest. But she didn't know, that Dominator was about 50 meters far from the ship, behind a little hill, what didn't let the girl see Dominator, who cried.

"You can not become free!" "We are going to drive you crazy..." "... and mad!" "You die here!" "You crave has to be placed here!" "You WILL fall to the dark side!" Dominator shook his head and repeated many times: "This can't be true! No, it is just a dream!" But it wasn't a dream. Dominator was mnipulated and tortured by something, but no one knew, what was it.

 

[Jsc]

A Distant Ridge

"Okay! Closing her up! Clip in back there."
.. "Ramp is up. Ready for dust off."
.. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

Karen's gunship was full. They had succeeded in a full extraction of all three way points. The clean up from the Lion's Maw was going smoothly. However, back on the sister world of Osarian? Peace negotiations were not advancing. Rhommamool was a desert and a crash site. Osarian was a fortress and a battlefield. And it took Karen only one glance in the sky to tell the difference.

She hit the engines and pulled away from the ground at a break-neck pace. Through the merging, swirling atmosphere of two worlds. It was as beautiful to eyes as it was deadly to senses. She felt the shift and tug of twin gravities. Watched as the clouds shifted their delicate shape from one world to the other. It was terrifying to behold. Let alone fly through.

"Fleet Command this is Titan Escort. Come in please."
.. ~ "Go ahead Titan." ~
"Mission complete. Returning to boat dock. Requesting heading."
.. ~ "Confirmed Titan. Sending new waypoint now. ...How's the package?" ~

"Strapped in tight. We've got wounded and I'm gonna need a refuel on the deck."
.. ~ "Copy that Titan Escort. Come on back." ~

The gunship flew through the green air with a lion's pride. Through the atmosphere and into the quiet din of space. The ship stopped shaking and the air-scrubbers stopped humming. The compression in your ears made them pop and the gravity shift made your stomach sick. But when the allied Fleet came into sight, that all went away. They were almost home.

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Moments later

.. "Refuel complete ma'am. Your bird's all set."

Karen gave the crewman a quick nod and waved her hand to her gunners. It was time to throw the candy bars out and sit back down in the pilot's seat. Roberts grabbed her helmet and spit against her blood-stained cargo hold. That metal would stay wet for some time yet.

.. "Whats the news Jedi?"
"Osarian. We're going back in. The rest of the Jedi can handle the rumors of Dark Forces on Rhommamool. We got the military shift on the fortress world."
.. "Sexy. Let's do it."

Karen strapped herself back in and pulled up the ramp. Disconnected the fuel tubes, dimmed her visor to opaque, and spun up the repulsars. It was 'Go time.

"Okay boys. We are back on the flight line. Sound it out."
.. "Gun 1. Green."
.. "Gun 2. Green." ... etc.
"Okay. Bird is Green. ...Osarian Fortress, here we come."

Roberts took to the air and vanished out of the Hanger Bay with a fire and with glee. It was time to give the Army a boost. It was time to see what was happening on Osarian...

 

[Ezekyle Alpharius]

Ezekyle watched as the transport took off with the rest of his possible victims, and he growled angrily. No matter, there would always be more to venture down here, and he would be waiting, ready to mutilate their bodies and drink their blood. The armored monstrosity revved up his bloodied swoop again and rode off into the distance, scouring the ruined earth for more lambs to slaughter. Its all Ezekyle knew, he's known no kindness or remorse, pity or regret, only the will to survive and the lust for bloodshed. Ezekyle's swoop soared over a ridge and leveled out across the ground on the way down, and at first again he saw nothing but already deceased soldiers and flaming debris, but then he saw what he was looking for. A small group of soldiers were running through the inferno of death and destruction, one with a rather strange green creature on his shoulders, and Ezekyle knew only one thing. I wonder what color its blood is... before he revved his swoop again, and charged straight at the soldiers, planning to impale his body on the front of his bike like he had done to so many Republic soldiers before him.

 

[Tefka]

The Force blasted the soldier off his feet and into the distant desert as the little green man flipped over @[member="Ezekyle Alpharius"]'s bike. A lightsaber ignited as eyes squinted in the bright sunlight.

"Mean you no harm, we do! Crashed survivors, we are."

 

[Black Lotus]

"Mining Colony 17. He won't be sensed through the Force, Daxton. We must come to him."