Invasion Z is for Ziost! (The Primeval invasion of Silver Sanctum Ziost)

Boethiah · Aug 3, 2015

Ziost

They called it the "Gateway to the Empire," Ziost; it's not a particularly welcoming world and at first glance the barren landscape seemed hopeless. Yet there was a power on Ziost, the dark side had dug into the very core and twisted it until the name Ziost became synonymous with Sith, corruption, and death. For the Sith themselves this was a holy place--their forgotten pearl that had been taken away from them and was now under the control of Jedi.

When The Primeval first took Korriban they had set their gaze upon Sith Space itself. Soon Dromund Kaas had fallen into their hands, too.

Ziost is all that's left... The only important Sith world that hadn't fallen into the hands of witches, pirates, and zealots that had somehow formed a 'government' in Wild Space. They had beaten the Mandalorians at Wayland and many thought their fleets would head to The Republic. So why did these unpredictable brutes choose Ziost next? Who knows; perhaps it was to consolidate control in Sith Space as part of some deal with their allies or perhaps they believed there were precious relics of the Sith left undiscovered. Maybe they didn't have a reason or at least one that anyone else would comprehend...

Forces gathered at Korriban jumped to hyperspace aboard a Primeval Fleet headed directly for Silver Jedi space. As the main fleet engaged the enemy above, a detachment found its way below. There were two primary targets; the Sith Citadel and the Orbital Defense Command Center. The latter of which was quickly infiltrated by Primeval agents and Exemplars of the Bleeding Sun, their goal was to disable the orbital defenses and allow the rest of their forces to land en masse. The former target was a different challenge all together, the ancient Citadel of the Sith Empire was a fortress to be reckoned with. Its garrison didn't need to be terribly large to thwart land attacks, which is why The Primeval made sure their greatest of champions lead the siege.

Flak exploded in the air, soldiers were dying left and right, and already blood was being spilt upon the snowy tundra.

The March on Ziost had begun.

Anja Aj'Rou

Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel.
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: [member="Loxa Visl"]
Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Gear: Anja's Armour | Dreamweaver

The Host Lord landed on Ziost, her boots pressed into the thin layer of snow as white flurries fluttered towards the cold, hard ground. Dozens of droships landed alongside her own and the machines of war began taking up formation as their siege began. Of course their enemies were no slouches, already defensive fire had battered away at their troop ships, infantry, and vehicles.

With Anja was a newcomer to her ranks, somewhat of a mystery, her companion was a witch too. She had saw firsthand the woman's abilities on Belkadan and felt no lack of confidence with her as an ally on this momentous of days. The Primeval's March of Ziost would see them facing a new enemy entirely, although many in their ranks had fought Jedi before this is the first time in history that Jedi and The Primeval clashed against each other along one front in a true war.

Anja didn't stay in one place for too long, she kept up with her troops as they pushed forward--many around her died swiftly but their offensive did not slow regardless of how much death had already come upon them. In the corner of her pale eyes, Anja noticed movement along the walls and diverted off course, gesturing for Loxa to follow with a wave of her hand. The troops she followed continued on their own as now the duo had found themselves slightly outside of the attack parameter.

Things were quiet... A presence was felt but from where and whom did this presence originate?

[member=Loxa Visl] & I have agreed beforehand to duel [member=Nima Tann] on the objective. If you're interested in joining this particular duel, please @mention us in the OOC Thread or PM us.

-OOC-

OOC Discussionhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/62925-invasion-of-ziost-ooc-discussion-ally-signups-too/

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Kurt Meyer · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A
Location: Cliff Overlooking The Temple
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: SS(ಠ_ಠ)
Gear: Rifle, Armor, Blaster, Blaster 2, Beskar Knife

Kiran crawled out of the hyperspace drop pod with a loud grunt.

The first thing he did as he crawled out of the small machine was stretch, his muscles flexing and his body twisting in an odd way as the armor around him contorted slightly with him. He smiled as the plates scratched up against one another and the crick in his arm slowly folded outwards, a slight aching pain dulling through his shoulder as he did so.

Being trapped within that pod was annoying, but well worth it. With a little luck his drop pod would go unnoticed within the waves and waves of dropships and other vessels.

Slowly Kiran turned around back towards his drop pod, he reached inside and pulled his rifle free from its housing. A cursory glance told him the weapon was okay, and before another second passed he turned and wandered towards the cliffs. The small map within his HUD painted a small picture, and quickly he wandered towards the edge.

As he cleared the jungle, the temple below quickly came into view.

A smile painted on his face, and he slowly began to spot dozens, if not hundreds, of Primeval soldiers heading towards the temple proper. His hand slammed against the powerpack and quickly he laid himself down at the edge of the cliff, his rifle pressing into his shoulder.

Today was going to be fun.

Armand Temi · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: B
Location: Dropship landing nearby the Orbital Command Center
Allies: Primeval, [member="Kuryr"] if he is nearby
Enemies: [member="Maya Whitelight"] (dueling)
Gear: Chain-sickle, Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber

Perla did not bring Xana to this battle. The giant bull rancor was still recovering from the battle of Wayland where she nearly perished at the hand of two grenade-happy Mandalorians. And since the dark-haired Spellweaver's assignment was to infiltrate the Orbital Command Center, there was no way to tell if her giant mount would be able to fit anywhere inside the facility. In these types of enclosed spaces, she would be difficult to control. Why she had eaten other members of the Primeval wasn't really something she wanted to explain later to the Host Lord. This operation required stealth. Circling around the Command Center on a drooling, snarling rancor? Not clandestine at all.

Presently, the Primeval witch had one enemy in this battle, and it wasn't the Silver Jedi Order, nor were it any allies, be it Mandalorian or Jedi Masters. Growing up in the Great Canyon Clan under the blazing sun of Dathomir, she despised the cold of Ziost. The minute she climbed down the ramp of the dropshop, her teeth began to chatter, and she had to stop herself from wanting to turn right back around and head to the warmth of the shuttle. Underneath her Advanced Agent Tactical Armor she wore two layers of body gloves, but it still didn't seem like enough. Once her feet were on the barren, frozen dirt of this rocky planet, she began making her way towards the Command Center. Not once, but twice she almost lost her footing on ice, which enraged her. At times like this, she wished she could forge a path in fire, but Perla's spells lay more with control of nature, the living and the dead. Fire was not an element she had mastered. Ice apparently was not either, as she almost slipped and fell for the third time since exiting the drop ship.

Connor Harrison · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A
Location: Heading to the Citadel
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] | All Silver Sanctum and allies
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] (claimed) | All nasty Primeval invaders
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

So the amassing fleet had been there to do just what the Order has assumed – to invade Ziost. The Primeval had engaged the fleet above the planet, and even brought their Sith allies along. The Temple on Voss had been briefed on the situation and for the first time in a long time, it was time for action and not talking. Padawans, Knights and Masters moved into action, with those staying behind to protect the Temple itself from any underhand assault that came as the fleet moved away to the edges of Silver Sanctum space. The Republic had been alerted, and hopefully would have allies willing to stand with them against the darkness creeping in.

The Antarian Rangers were on the move, already engaged; Jedi, officers and battle-ready soldiers engaging in conflict above the stars and on the wintery surface of the planet itself. The Council of Silver Jedi were already moving into position, and Connor Harrison and his Padawan Chastity Lunelle were one of the team heading for the Citadel to take up arms. Others were taking the Orbital Defence Command Centre. Two strongholds that had to be protected at all costs from the Primeval and their claws.

From one of the command ships, Connor and Chasity headed down with a small squad of Rangers towards the Citadel. Moving with grace through the chaos above, the transport broke the atmosphere and head to its destination above the battlefield forming below. This was an important moment for Connor – it was his first active invasion as Master with the Silvers, his first active mission with his Padawan, and his first active mission with his feelings in jeopardy for said Padawan, Chastity.

Connor was armed in his combat armour and cowl, and finally had his gauntlets attached to give his status as Master and warrior a firm boost to those against him. Lightsaber at his side, he gripped the supports of the transport as it came in low and fast to the Citadel. His free hand had another in it, and he gripped on tight. His eyes were fixed on the viewport of the racing snowy terrain below them, determination and resolve painted across his otherwise emotionless face.

”Remember what I have taught you so far and all you’ve learned since, and you will be ok. Don’t hesitate to act; don’t stop and think – move fast, move fierce and trust yourself and the Force.”

Turning to Chastity who looked ever more the Jedi she was born to be, he closed his eyes and lowered his head, resting his brown on her soft hair. He wanted to say more, but for some reason didn’t know how to or what to say in the current situation – one he had never been in before.

The ship bucked sharply as it began its descent down to the surface by the Citadel walls to let the troops and Jedi move out to begin their defense.

Thurion Heavenshield · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A; leading the defense of the Sith Citadel.
Location: On the walls.
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: Armour | Sword | Lightsaber

They'd been preparing as best they could with what warning they'd been given before the siege had begun. Battalions of Silver Sanctum troopers had dug in behind the sturdy walls of this ancient fortress which had stood the test of time and sieges alike. Ziost was a former Sith world, and carried an inherent maliciousness about it which never ceased to gnaw at him. The dark side held a strong grasp over this world, still.

The cold didn't bother him. He'd fought on Midvinter and battled the harshness of the elements on numerous occasions. In the end, neither weather nor climate mattered much once battle raged across the field. Stood defiantly wearing his ancestral Valkyri armour, forged long ago by the finest blacksmiths of Midvinter, and draped in the blue and gold of his house, Grandmaster Thurion Heavenshield led the defenses atop the high walls of the Citadel. Surrounding him were men and women of the Silver Sanctum, Force Users and Non-Force Users alike, but also many allies from across the stars had joined them in their hour of need: Mandalorians, Republicans and many more stood beside them to fend off this scourge.

"Focus fire along the flanks to keep them from spreading! We need to contain them as best we can!" The enemy was numerous and daunting to look at, but still Thurion held hope in his heart that they would prevail against the hordes of darkness. "Keep them away from the gates at all cost!" He admittedly lacked his father's lust for battle, but he also knew that Valkyri instincts would play their part on this day. Fire rained down upon the unceasing forces of the Primeval consisting of Sith sorcery and brute warriors leading the charge.

May the Force and the Gods be with us this day.

Hailey Sosis · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: B
Location: Drop ship
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"]
Gear: Hide Armour and 2x hand cannnons also 2x lightsabers

Harley was waiting in the drop pods, she had came here with the lords of the fringe when that empire collapsed. She was part of the panathan empire, which had sort sanctuary here, know it was time to prove herself to them in war. The ship she was in was waiting near the orbital space station, she was getting the pre-fight jitters, weirdly she liked them more than others. It was sudden dread fear and anticipation fro the battle, some how she got off on it. She always had, and possibly always will. She was sat down, loading her hand cannons, just encase she met some one in beskar plate armour, or something as equally hard to break. She then clipped them on to her belt, and began to meditate. She never focused on projecting the force, she was harnessing it to make her body stronger, faster, and capable of with standing more punishment.

Today would be good day to kill jedi, and finally earn that knight hood.

Chastity Lunelle · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A
Location: Arriving at the Citadel
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"], Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] (claimed), Primeval
Gear:
Chastity’s custom armor
Lightsaber
HK-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol

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When word flew through the Temple on Voss of fleets over Ziost, Silver Sanctum Padawan, Chastity Lunelle had a sinking feeling that it was more than just a passing armada. Inevitably, the Padawan’s worst fears were confirmed when there was news that enemy ships had breached through Ziost’s space defenses. But who were these invaders? They were not said to be Sith, but witches and zealots, monstrous and tentacled, and ultimately hellbent on the utter destruction of those that did not kneel before them. The Silver Sanctum Coalition quickly amassed on the surface of the planet to prove that they were not going to be a sacrifice for the Primeval’s so-called gods. Not today. Not ever.

As the dropship descended on the frozen planet, the Sith Citadel loomed like a lone mountain in the snow, a veritable fortress that seemed on the surface to be an impossible behemoth to breach. But, even the inexperienced Padawan knew that looks could be deceiving.

Likewise, on the surface, Chastity and her Jedi Master, Connor Harrison, looked to be your typical master and student duo, but over the last few weeks of Chastity’s training, the two Force adepts had grown increasingly close to one another. It was true that a Jedi would not hesitate to herself face death to bring peace to the galaxy, but facing the death of one she held so dear, was unthinkable, and this test of focus would be a bigger test than her combat prowess.

For the ensuing battle, Chastity wore a custom-made combat suit that had her Master had specially fashioned just for her. Based on a model of Connor’s own armor, the battle suit consisted of duraplast and cortosis plates, providing excellent defense against both lightsaber attacks and blaster fire. Additionally, her underlying thermasuit kept her body temperature regulated against the frozen planet’s unforgiving climate. As protected as her body felt, Chastity could not have felt more vulnerable inside.

Sensing the fear that raked through Chastity’s aura like ragged fingernails, a pep talk came. Connors words were a cold comfort against the unease that the former Aduba III Nuna farmer felt, but she would take any measure of peace she could get. By way of response, her silver eyes searched his, and their depths would tell him all he needed to know. His embrace would not last nearly long enough as the signal came to disembark and take their positions inside the citadel.

It seemed like every moment in her life was building up to this point. Was the inexperienced Padawan ready for the unfolding battle? Force only knew.

Jak Skirata · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: B
Location: Inside Space Station
Allies: Silver Sanctum
Enemies: Primeval

The Mandalorian tracker's hunt for the ever illusive [member="Hal Terrano"] had led him to this desolate world. The Silver Sanctum had been kind enough to allow him passage...To a point. The Ziost control center had brought his shuttle in almost immediately after dropping out of hyperspace. Apparently someone had the Sanctum a little jumpy. His lightsaber was confiscated, along with most of his weapons and forced him to leave his Anooba companion on board his shuttle.

With a sigh he leaned back in the creaky durasteel chair they had left him in. It seemed as if he was going to be questioned? Maybe? He didn't have time for this. Wasn't it obvious he was Mando? He hoped it was.

The door to his right slid open and a tall man entered holding a clipboard.

"So mister...Skirata? What brings you to our cozy little planet?"

"Like i said, I'm working on a bounty, looking for someone for someone else." The man didn't seem convinced.His boots clicked on the durasteel floor as he circled the room. The man's voice droned on and on, but Davin for the life of him couldn't comprehend what he was saying, something about being on high alert maybe? All Davin could do was look out of the viewport into space. Something was itching at the back of his skull, calling to him.

Was it the Force? Whatever it was it sent chills down his spine. He stood suddenly and walked towards the window, placing a gloved hand on the transparisteel viewport. His breath fogged up the glass.

Something was coming.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" The man gripped Davin's shoulder but before he could do anything the Mandalorian tackled the man to the ground as warships dropped from Hyperspace and began opening fire on the station and whatever forces were stationed at the planet. The room shook and sparks flew from the wall as consoles burned. Davin looked down a the man. Unconscious...He cursed. This wasn't good, but at least now he knew his gut feeling was right.

Snatching his helmet up from the table he ran through the door, his HUD lighting up like a Life Day tree. He didn't have time to set up Friend and Foe designations for the Sanctum and their attackers, but he figured he would figure out pretty quick who was who if they came aboard guns blazing, but he had the sneaking suspicion that wouldn't be the case.

"Either way I need to find myself a blaster..."

Blackthorne · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel.
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Gear: -

Ziost was a planet Loxa knew by her soul but not by her skin. She'd never visited this planet in her own lifetime but, she suspected, Ziost had seen plenty of her late Master in the woman's younger years. Stepping down off the dropship after the Host Lord, Loxa felt the spectral resonance of Darkside presence nigh immediately. For herself it was somewhat overbearing - as though walking into a cloud of noxious fumes unprepared. For the metaphysical energies of her spirit and soul ... it was a bit like coming up for air after too much time spent underwater.

The Priestess took a staggering step off the ship ramp, steadying herself with her staff. No words were spoken, she didn't have time for words. The troops were already moving out and under fire. So with a deep breath she followed, if not a little less swiftly than usual, catching the signal of Anja and splitting from the main group alongside the Host Lord. Loxa was here as protection and backup for Anja - to ensure the Host Lord's glory on this day. Why Anja had chosen her she could not say but she would do her utmost to see through this very honorable task.

Kian Karr · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: B - Defend the Orbital Command Center
Location: Awaiting the arrival at the enemy at the Orbital Command Center
Allies: Silver Jedi, @Jedi
Enemies: [member="Harley"], @Sith/Primeval
Gear: Jedi Shade Robes, Kian's arm guards, Kian's HUD Mask, lightsaber

Kian took a long, slow breath in holding the air in his lungs for a few moments before releasing it slowly and opening his eyes. This was Kian's first trip to Ziost, a surprising fact given its dark past, but the planet had been safeguarded by the Silver Jedi Order. When word came that the darkness that was Primeval was moving on an attack to the planet, Kian had joined the defending force at the Orbital Command Center. Now he sat cross legged and awaited the arrival of the enemy. This was always important....the calm just before the storm of battle. Kian used it to center himself and prepare himself for what was to come.

Lifting his lightsaber hilt before his eyes he twirled it in his hands. The hilt had belonged to a legend among Kel Dor and Jedi alike, Jedi Master Plo Koon. Kian had altered the hilt a bit, but he could still feel the force signature of the ancient Jedi on it....or at least he thought he could, perhaps it was merely his imagination. Clipping hit back to his belt he turned his head, stretching his neck. He hadn't worn his HUD mask in some time, usually opting to wear his typical anti-ox mask into battle, but on this occasion and with enough prior notice, Kian had decided it could be useful to be tapped into the stream of data that the mask would provide when he needed it. Rising to his feet, Kian brushed the wrinkles out of his robes. They were recently designed by Jedi Master Taeli Raaf for use by the Jedi Shadows. She had named them "Shade" robes. Kian had to admit they were a vast improvement on the old Jedi Shadow Robes. They offered for protection from lightsaber blows, which a Shadow was expected to be facing, and they offered optimum camouflaging technology that allowed the robes to change color to match their background. At the moment, Kian's out robe was dark grey while his tunic and pants were black.

Kian could feel the approaching darkness as the force arrived....he could feel the rush of battle beginning already around them.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Kian pulled his hood up over his head, a smile forming behind his mask. He slowly slipped from the room and into an adjourning corridor, sticking to the shadows and pulling his force signature in, using art of the small to hide his presence.

Kian was on the hunt....

Arage Bao · Aug 3, 2015

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: A - Siege on the Citadel.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Outside the walls.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: The Jeedai Heretics[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And here the man found himself standing amidst the hordes of zealots, barbarians and other scum of the world, waiting for a lull in the fight so he can get back towards the quiet contemplation that has been part of his life for such a long time, but there was no respite to be given to the Underlord. Instead he simply gathered his strength, honing his concentration to an edge while keeping an eye out for any threats that might arise in the nearby future.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]With him was one other person - perhaps a misleading statement to make, considering they were surrounded by thousands… but they mattered not.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was strange how Kana and Khal had found themselves beating against the walls of the Jeedai’s bastion, instead of manning the walls themselves, but such was the way of the Force… it worked in quite the mysterious ways. No parts of him wondered if he was doing the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]right[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] thing in this war, because the Underlord had long ago figured out that there was no such thing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was only your side and the opposite side. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They wouldn’t be recognized by any of the parties though, to the Prime they were but one of the many faces that had rallied to their banners - with their faces and signatures obscured by ancient techniques and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]modern[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] methods alike.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“How’s the face?” Khal murmured over his shoulder, it took him all the willpower in the world not to try and touch his own foreign characteristics, even his voice sounded strange to himself. But sometimes you needed to make sacrifices for the… heh. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Greater good[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]

Hailey Sosis · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: B
Location: Drop ship
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"]
Gear: Hide Armour and 2x hand cannnons also 2x lightsabers

Hers was the first or the drop pods to hit the space station, she could see it cutting in. Troops where getting ready to charge in against them, she could feel the hatred, the fear and dread. It was helping to fuel her, as she was getting angrier as she building a rage inside of her. The troops mounted bayonets, and few primed flash bangs for when the cutting device finally cut through. She was pacing up and down, waiting for it happen. This was good it was helping her build it up that rage inside of her, and if looks could kill then silver Jedi would be dead know. Though one day they probably will, if she can find some one to teach her that.

Then it happened the was blast, they where in. The troops stormed into station, the front line threw the flash bangs at the enemy troops. The smoke was dense, and it was know time to prove the panathan empire worth. As there troops stormed in, they were wearing Black blade combat armour and armed with chimera blaster rifles. They started killing the near by security, as they did she moved onto the station. She was looking for some one of note to fight, someone who would be so worthy she would be knighted there and then, if she held her own.

Though the smoke was starting to clear it still a fog available.

Taeli Raaf · Aug 3, 2015

Objective A: Study the Citadel . . . Deal with the party crashers
Location: Inside the Sith citadel
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @all other Silver Jedi and allies
Enemies: No one besides the loud noises outside
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Back-up Lightsaber

Taeli was currently sitting in a sub level of the old Sith citadel on Ziost, a small brush kit out as she slowly worked one examining a few runes etched into the wall. She had come to the world a few days prior to just relax and do some studying of the old fortress, fill out her notes on the place as it were, when the Silver Jedi and their allies arrived and began fortifying the position. Clearly the darkness she had warned Connor about had decided to come and strike at the Silvers at last.

Volunteering to help with the defense when the time came, she had kept right on going with her research. Until now that was.

She was close to fully uncovering these runes when dust from overhead fell down and obscured her work, the rumble of what was clearly the beginning of a battle shaking the fortress above. Scowling at the interruption, she dusted off the Shade robes she had developed for the Jedi Shadows and picked up her lightsabers from her satchel. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be needing her archaeology kit for a fight. Clipping her primary saber to her belt, she placed her shoto in the holster on the back of her belt and made her way out of the sub-level.

She could feel the emotions that always filled a battlefield roiling about the place, and for many of the Silvers, this was likely their first major fight in quite some time. Then she felt a few familiar presences and she smiled.

'Fancy you being here Connor,' she sent telepathically to the man she was quite enamored with. Once the war drums had started beating, she had a feeling he would be on the front lines. Cracking her neck, she entered the main part of the citadel and decided to wait for the developing situation.

Coci Heavenshield · Aug 3, 2015

[SIZE=72pt]Ziost[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Objective B.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: Silver Coalition/Mando's and The Jedi Order's [member="Corvus Raaf"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] and [member="Lucianus Adair"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Gear: Two light sabers (blue blade and purple blade), Armour , Rifle (to use as a club if required)

[/SIZE]

Two of the most beautiful people in the galaxy played before her eyes. A holorecording of her children, Théo and Nina. For the moment she allowed herself to be lost in them as they played together on the simple recording. A smile on her face as their images took her away to another place, a better place, a safe place. But the moment did not last.

The drop ship shuddered and lurched as it was hit by ground fire on approach to the ground. The integrity of the shields remained however another hit, and it would not. Coci snapped closed the holorecorder and stowed it in her small bag. It was time to prepare as they would be on ground in moments.

She stood up and adjusted her armour. “Brother Fennor, are the Silver Shadows ready?”. Coci received but a slight nod of affirmation from the leader of the small elite group of Silver Shadow Legion.

Her eyes lifted however to look for Corvus before she stood tall and closed her eyes. In her mind’s eye Coci gathered the image of Thurion. The strength of their bond at its greatest, she could sense him already on the planet and she would know of his position at all times. She let out a long sigh before removing even him from her thoughts, there had to be no distractions this day, they could not afford them. Duty as Jedi paramount, she entered a state of deep meditation, clearing her mind and heart of all, and Coci’s heart turned to stone. Cold stone.

As the dropped ship landed, the Silver Shadow Legion moved out. Her head turned to Corvus, her eyes black as the night sky flared with the building adrenaline …

“Ready Grand Master Raaf?”

Kana Truden · Aug 3, 2015

Objective A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Enemies: NONE. (But this could be you!)
Gear:

Lightsaber (Blue)
Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)

“You talkin to me?” The unfamiliar deep voice of a red haired apparition called out to what she believed to be Khaleel. “It’s just fine. You should worry more about your own.”

A small twitch of her lip gave away the displeasure she felt over not having her own voice or face but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate what it would ultimately hide just exactly who the duo was. Kana was still gone and missing in the Republic files, not only was she a deserter but with this she would easily be seen as a traitor as well. In that respect covering up her force signature and face felt like a very generous tradeoff to helping bash sense into the mind of the Jedi.

She didn’t care much about Ziost. The jedi had trimmed Kana into a war machine and a healer, now she was merely using the former against those who created her. At least indirectly. She wanted to call it ironic but it just didn’t sit right on the tongue. Perhaps it was justice, or even karma if one would believe in such things. The way of the force?

it didn’t matter. It felt right.

“The jacket’s covering up the armor, right?” The redhead spun around. “It’s a gamble, but it’ll keep me protected from any Jedi doof trying to strike me down.”

“Well, that is provided I even give them the chance.” Kana snickered. “Wanna bet on how many of them try to give us a sanctimonious ramble about their self-righteous hokey-pokey religion?”

“I wanna say... Everyone we meet.”

Corvus Raaf · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: Objective B
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] and [member="Lucianus Adair"]
Gear: Lightsaber, shoto and Jedi Shade Robes http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61477-jedi-shade-robes/
Theme: This is the end of control…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viMn4BNlm3I

‘I won't do what I'm told
I will break you down
Take you down
Shake the ground...

Your dark sun leaves me cold

I will burn it out
Wear you down
Shake the ground!

You got the whole world choking
From all the bridges that you're burning...
So tie your rope
Your karma's killing me
I hope you know
You'll never get to me!

This is the end of control!!

Corvus eyes were closed. She was, as ever, meditating. The words of the male Kaleesh Jedi-turned-Sith Saes Rrogon playing over and over in her head.

“You have chosen the lonely path. The Jedi teach denial of self. That is their weakness. No sentient can long abide that.”

She opened one eye and glanced at the holorecording playing in front of her. It seemed some Jedi were able to avoid the denial of self and remain sane.

Who knows what impact Ord Mirit would have on Corvus? It was still too early to tell. But one thing was sure. Her encounter with the Sith Lord had changed her. Inexorably. She was not the same Corvus she was only weeks ago. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Again, only time would tell. But here…today, she had her game face on. If there was something that was consistent with the Jedi, it was her ability to shut up shop. To effectively disconnect the two parts of her brain. Right here and now, the outer limbic brain was in control. No emotions, no self, just pure and utter logic. And a logic that walked to the beat of the Jedi Code.

So she sat there and re-closed her eye and entered Emptiness. Her mind emptied and the Force flowed through her. She was now oblivious to her surroundings, her connection to the Force cleared and strengthened.

She was oblivious to the drop ship shuddering as it was hit by ground fire.

She was oblivious to Coci’s instructions to the Silver Shadows.

She was oblivious to Coci’s own meditation that purged her of emotion.

“Ready Grand Master Raaf?”

Thank goodness for the Force. It had regained her trust – or was it the other way around? Regardless it informed her she should act. Corvus’ eyes snapped open, aware that they must have landed. So she stood, her modified Jedi Shade robes broadly similar to her regular issue. But unlike the standard model, these ones didn’t camouflage the wearer. She had no need. Her work with the Disciples on Dyspeth and the Fallanassi meant she had no need for technology to perform these tasks.

These robes were unique. They had been adjusted by her sister. And they were quite simply…white, like her old Shadow robes.

She smiled and nodded. “Let’s shake the ground…”

Darth Carnifex · Aug 3, 2015

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxR7KgEjJNk[/youtube]

Objective: Objective A - Assault the walls of the Citadel, and reclaim it for the Sith!
Location: In the trenches, laying siege to the walls
Allies: The Primeval, and anyone assaulting the Citadel
Enemies: The Silver Sanctum Coalition (Whatever the hell that is), and my best buddy, best pal [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Gear:

"Hate Spirit, you burned the world alive.

You've taken everything, and now I'm here left to die."

The snow and ice battered against them horrendously, and many muttered in hushed breaths that nature itself had risen up to combat them as they aligned themselves in siege formation against the fortress that loomed ominously in the distance. It was quite ironic, really; the Sith and their allies battering themselves against a fortress of their own making, with Jedi and those aligned with their bastardous creed hiding behind the high walls and armored parapets. Usually it was the other way around, it should have been the other way around, but alas the frozen world of Ziost had fallen out of the Sith's grip ever since their empire collapsed into nothing nearly a decade ago, but now they were here to retake what was their birthright. Korriban and Dromund Kaas had already been reclaimed, thanks to the Primeval (who were the Sith's closest ally at the moment), but Ziost had managed to slip from their iron grip by the wily ways of the Silver Jedi.

It didn't concern the Sith Lord who stood atop a makeshift barricade that served as the HQ for the soldiers clad in steel gray armor and the lumbering brutes that wore armor basically made from large sheets of metal strapped over their reptilian frames. While the soldiers were aligning themselves and gearing up for the eventual charge on the wall, the brutes were dragging in massive siege machines and loading them with high caliber explosive rounds meant to knock very harshly on the Citadel's doors. Deep and wide trenches were dug in random patterns across the ice field leading up the citadel, and the soldiers of the Empire and the Primeval were deeply entrenched.

"Concentrate fire on the flat of the wall and the towers, enough focused fire will knock a hole straight through." The Sith Lord bellowed to his generals nearby, who were juggling listening to his orders and organizing the forces beneath their own command around the trenches as the fire from the citadel intensified. "Prepare to scale the wall as well, bring up the siege machines, we'll show these infidels the price of holding what is rightfully ours."

Keira Priest · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear: Personal lightsaber

There was something different about this one. Despite the sheer number of battles Keira had taken part in, this one stood out to her when typically each fight began to blur together. Out of all the times she had clashed with the Jedi, including most recently on Ord Mirit, this varied enough to have a sort of distinction in her mind. Chances were it was the name of the Silver Jedi themselves, now the Silver Sanctum, that stood out to her. In the past, what felt like ages ago, she had spoken with one of their Masters - Connor - on Nar Shaddaa. That had been when she was still a Raven, free in all aspects and perhaps a touch more mentally sound. Now all of those aforementioned traits had reversed themselves, and she was once more facing off with the warriors of light on another undoubtedly deadly battlefield.

The Sith Citadel wasn't something she had explicit interest in, or any interest at all, really. Never had she delved into any sort of occult matter, finding it to be a waste of her time when there were far more important things at stake. But this would complete the conquest of all worlds intrinsic to the history of the Sith, or so she'd heard from the others before the assault began. It would give them a name among allies and enemies alike, once more something she was minimally concerned with. For all of her supposed loyalty to the group, she never really found herself woven into the fabric of things. She was merely one face in a sea of thousands of others, another warrior that would find themselves in a life-or-death struggle that day. That sort of anonymity was undermined by her presence in the Force, but then, she was just another darksider.

Her breath fogged in the air before her as she approached the walls, though she was all but impervious to the cold now that she was facing the heat of battle. Amber eyes took in the structure as she searched through the ethereal for any familiarity, presences on the other side that stood out simply because she had happened upon them once before. Nothing immediately assailed her senses, and it was evident there were just as many Jedi present as there were outsiders, one sign that a strong defense had been mustered. All the better, in her mind. If there was going to be a fight, it may as well have been worth everyone's time. The Primeval hadn't come expecting to face little resistance, and no doubt the Jedi didn't intend to stand by and allow this world to fall. But it would, in time. They always came out on top.

Eventually she happened upon something of note. There. A smile twitched up at the corners of her mouth, an action barely noticeable within the chaos that surrounded her. The man she had spoken with years ago was present, and that was enough to dictate just who her opponent would be. Whether he liked it or not, she would come. In their time apart both had grown immeasurably, and now would be the time to put that to the test. In their meeting previous the two had discussed nothing more than simple philosophy, their opinions unsurprisingly differing across the vast wavelengths that separated both loyalties and alignments. Now would come a conversation met not with words but blades, beginning the dance that was combat. With a painstaking carefulness she reached across the ether to touch solely on his mind, for once allowing the dark to completely consume her words.

C̨͖̍ͩõ̦̮̭̻̝̼̂̚n̸͓ͮͨͦ̃ͩ̀ͩñ̜̒͂̎̈́ͩ͗́o̭̅̕r̨̩̱͙͎ͨ̃̑̐.͈͉̘͐ͮͭ͑͊̂ͪͅ

Perhaps in time he would recall her name as well. Next came a mockery of the words he'd spoken telepathically to her in ages past.

C̷͚̟̚o̺̝̪̤͓̭͗́m̜̖̳ͤ̅ẻ̢ͬͯ̈ ̵͎͉̫̲͔͚̋̄͊̓ͬ͛͂t̛̐o̝̼̟̭ ̤̹̩̻̏͐ͯ͆ͩ̚͘ͅm̲̲̪̯̣̔̈̚ȩ͌ͩ͛̐.̱ͥ̌̈

Connor Harrison · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Citadel walls
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] | All Silver Sanctum and allies
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] (claimed) |
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

With a small number of Rangers behind them, Connor led the way forward from the dropship to the mighty Citadel. Allies were already within and around the Citadel itself which was good to know, but there was plenty of darkness surrounding it. Looking up at the grey sky, colour burst in the far clouds above – oranges, reds and yellows – the colour of battle raging on.

With Chastity by his side, Connor felt complete, but exposed and worried. His worry doubled when he heard her – not his Padawan, but another. The voice that instantly made him stop and look around.

It was the fallen Jedi, one lacking direction and value and now seemingly brought to him by the Primeval. Connor raised his head and turned to Chastity, the Rangers passing them.

”Chastity, stay with the Rangers. There’s a Dark Jedi coming for me – she’s here, and I will not have you put in danger.”

Come to me...

He took her arm gently.

”The others are here – lead the Rangers and find them inside the walls. Trust the Force, and trust me.”

His blue eyes gave her a sincerity words probably couldn’t, and he knew the Padawan would understand this was not a vacation for them as lovers, but a duty as Jedi, and as the Master, his word over-ruled the learner.

Connor turned into the bleakness, effectively shielding Chastity, and looked outwards. The terrain and weather was perfect for one such as the Dark Jedi to absorb herself into and hide in. This was going to be interesting; a wrecking ball such as her meeting a wrecking ball such as he and the only thing between them would be their blades.

”Go now.”

Kuryr · Aug 3, 2015

Objective: A
Location: Outside of the walls
Allies: Someone I suppose
Enemies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (claimed and soon to be collared)
Gear: Whip Sword Pistol Armor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trinU3VD1Zo

War was something Kuryr loved, he lived for it, and this was going to be the type of battle that was talked about for ages. He stood alone on a large gathering of many different beings. Some were calm and composed, others were slathering and bare controllable, but all were here for the same reason, the temple. Whether they were being paid to fight, were being pushed forward as slaves or like him, returning a favor; everyone was focused on one goal, crashing through the walls and slaughtering everything inside. He gripped his pistol on his hand, knuckles going white around the grip. He longed for combat, it had been awhile since he had engaged in something so violent and vicious. raiding was fun, but war pulsed in his veins, his entire culture lived for war. He would trace his lineage all the way back to the beginnings, where his people were little more than spear chuckers. His ancestors created a culture that had become diluted, a group too soft to call themselves proper mandalorians. It was one if his many goals to ensure that the galaxy had at least one mandalorian worth fearing.

He pushed a crazed zealot out of the way as he made his way towards the front lines. He didn't believe in hiding, he wanted everyone to know exactly what was coming, what to fear every time they closed their eyes for the rest of their lives. His lips thirsted for the taste of blood, his sword hummed and crackled with electricity as he waited. There was a feeling in the air, even the planet knew that it was about to drink deeply of the blood of thousands of beings. He could almost feel the excitement of the ground through his boots. The darkness of this world would never fully be gone, and the more blood that was spilled, the more likely it was to come alive again. He touched the force around him and there was greeted by dozens of distinct signatures, some very powerful, others weak and pathetic. He chuckled to himself, power was a gift, if you chose to hide your power, or cast that power aside, then you didn't deserve to have it. Powerful beings ruled the weak, it was nature, Kuryr was powerful and he would show those that thought they were more powerful than he was that they were mistaken. He was mandalorian, he was war, his blood was filled with the history of war, of conquest and victory. He would not be denied his blood right by a few pitiful beings that thought they could stand against their betters

Invasion Z is for Ziost! (The Primeval invasion of Silver Sanctum Ziost)

Dark Messiah

Let Me Push That Button

Orphan

So. Shall we begin?

The Lion King

Snowflake

Back...maybe

Jak Skirata

Guest

She of the Trillion Thorns

Kel Dorable

The Admiralty

Snowflake

Bookworm

Dawnguard Grand Master

Wandering Healer

Adieu...

Eternal Father

The Iron

So. Shall we begin?

The Blood-Gorger

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