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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Oct 11, 2018 12:03:00 GMT -8
It should be noted that Ami-Lee Westar and Ellie Ordo are women. It wasn't particularly life-changing a fact for anyone to know, but it seemed rather significant at the moment. Turning to look at the big hulking scary armoured warrior of Mandalorian origins, Amy regarded him and shrugged. She wasn't opposed to running back to the ship and leaving the place, but part of her was curious, and even eager to test herself against such a deadly foe. That was the irrational side of her, of course, because the more rational part was saying that she should run back to the ship screaming and crying and blubering and sucking her thumb and curling up in a corner.
It was a big dark galaxy, kids.
Don't do drugs.
When Ellie spoke, Amy shrugged again and made an open gesture, her blaster hanging casually in her grip, “We came this far, might as well keep on. Sides, figure we owe th' people here some kinda closure or somethin' like that, find out what happened. As for that Sith nasty, I'll take your word for it, but all their magic mumbo-jumbo sometimes makes me wonder...”
She looked to Erik and beckoned him with her blaster, “Come on, big guy. Don't worry, I'll protect you.”
She began to move on, occasionally looking back at the man, and then she couldn't resist adding, “Would ya like t' hold my hand?”
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Post by Erik Itera on Oct 16, 2018 13:56:31 GMT -8
Despite his belief that they were definitely better off returning to their ship and getting very far away from here, he wasn't about to leave his friends here to face it alone. If they insisted on going forward he would to. With a somewhat resigned sigh he nods. "I'm not about to walk away and leave you two here alone." As they begin to move forward again he actually draws a bit of comfort from Ami's comments. He chuckles along with her, letting the comments slide off, knowing they weren't intended to hurt. "I'd hold your hand but I think you'd owe me dinner then, and I don't trust the ship's kitchen enough to risk that." While he makes his lame attempts at a comeback he continues to switch through setting in his helmet as he scans through thermal vision, UV, electromagnetic, and a variety of others, just in case something was here that was outside their normal vision. So far so good, but there was still a rather creepy ominous presence about and he wasn't much for taking the chance of missing something that could get him or his friends killed.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Oct 21, 2018 19:20:23 GMT -8
*Ellie gave the two a nod. At least they'd all be sticking together now. Pushing the thoughts of Sith space beasts and unknown monsters into the back of her mind, she continued forward.*
*With a soft creaking, then a loud groan, the door to the cockpit was slowly forced open. There was just enough space for Ellie to slide into the dark room. The lights from her helmet panned across dark consoles and control panels. The cockpit was just as lifeless as the rest of the ship, maybe even more so. She stepped up the empty pilots chair, where she noticed a blaster mark that went clean through the chair.* "Well...that's something. Doesn't look like something a space beast could do." *She began to jab at the console with very little results. Getting the flight logs was now little more challenging.* "So Erik. You're good with machines right? Think you can get power back to the console?"
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Oct 22, 2018 2:56:38 GMT -8
That was a definite sign of sentient activity, the blaster fire. But where were the bodies? And even if there were sentients, what creature or being made those gouge marks outside? Amy was good at treating wounds, saving lives, and she was a decent hand with the blaster, but having no bodies to work with was a little frustrating. She quietly slipped back outside to study some of the blood stains and marks on the corridors. Taking out her bioscanner, she ran it over the blood stains and obtained a tiny sample. The findings were...
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 22, 2018 19:52:14 GMT -8
*Ellie moved away from the console to let Erik work. Instead she focused on the scratches lining the walls. Something about them made her feel uncomfortable, and they looked recent, even more so then the ones further down the hall. The odd feeling in her stomach was getting worse, as if they were being watched. Ellie froze at the sudden realization for a split second before quickly turning towards the door.*
*From the shadows of the darkened hallway, a large red light glowed surrounded by four smaller ones. Ellie raised her lightsaber fast enough to cast a light on the creature. Four spindly legs attached to an saucer like body with two antennae sticking up from one side. The body was black and polished smooth. This thing wasn't a living creature, and it quickly filled in gaps as to what happened here.* *Droid!"
*Ellie only got the one word out before the thing turned and scuttled down the darkened hallway. The exact size of the droid was hard to tell, but it was shorter than Ellie, and surprisingly quick. Without hesitation, Ellie darted after it, knowing she couldn't afford to lose it. She was barely keeping up as she rounded a corner the droid just turned down. As she did, she froze. The droid she was chasing descend the steps towards the storage area, but a second droid was heading for the back of the ship.* Well, that's not good.
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Post by Sith'ari Grizz on Mar 28, 2019 21:56:00 GMT -8
A modified Star Cruiser dropped out of hyperspace on the edges of the eastern sector of the Outer Rim, its lone occupant taking a moment to check the navicomputer to determine where he was in the galaxy. The Force obviously wanted him to be here, there was no other explanation for why - of all places - he had ended up here after programming a random jump from the Expansion Region. And he knew where he had to go next...
...home.
He knew it would not be as simple as just flying to Ziost, things had changed considerably in the millennia since he lived there as a youngling; the fact that his race was all but extinct these days being just one of many. While he knew he could use the Force to convince an orbital traffic controller to let him pass, he did not want to alert any Force users in the vacinity to his presence - even if they were allies from the days when he ruled the Grand Sith Imperium. He was also extremely confident that his stygium crystal-powered cloaking device could sneak him past any sensors that may be present, but felt that there was a much better option available to him; an option that would allow him greater freedom to explore the terrain once he was planetside.
He would gain lawful entry to the planet - albeit through deceptive means.
The years spent with Darth Acer's Flying Circus would prove invaluable in this ruse, but it would still take a little luck and some trickery to ensure everything went as planned. The Sith Lord started by heading into the cargo bay and setting up a temporary set of controls that basically meant he had a second cockpit in the ship - the actual cockpit wasn't going to be used until he intended to leave Ziost. He knew it would mean a loss in overall manoeuvrability and control, but he needed any rudimentary scans to show that the cockpit, and pilot, was at the fore of the ship, not the aft. After setting up the new cockpit area he went to the engineering section, where he began altering the inertial dampeners and various system power outputs of the Star Cruiser. He adjusted the field generated by the dampeners to extend out of the ship instead of in, tweaking the field at certain points while ensuring the cargo bay was kept relatively untouched - he did not want to be turned into mush after all. The changes to the gravimetric field and power outputs would fool most sensors into thinking that he was piloting a modified HWK-290 light freighter instead of a Star Courier, their similar physical profiles making the ruse all that more convincing. He was certain that when he was done it would take someone visually scrutinising his vessel to be able to tell that something was amiss.
The next stage of his plan involved changing the IFF transponder codes, a simple enough procedure, but one that carried its own risks. His personal code chip, which was old enough as it was, got replaced with one that was even older - the codes contained within would still be valid, but the gambit lay in whether or not the traffic controller would accept them.
The Massassi Sith Lord headed back to the cargo bay to continue the work on his ruse. Firstly was the fact that his voice was extremely distinctive and easily recognisable, to the point where he knew that many factions would still have it on record for automated vocal identification. It was an extremely trivial issue to solve, and within moments the Sith Lord had made the necessary modifications to change the sound of his voice when using the communicator. The next thing that required his attention was his life signs. He headed back into the engineering section and set about tweaking the engine outputs and deflector array settings. Once he got underway the ramped-up level of radiation from his engines and misaligned deflector would cause considerable interference to any scanner trying to get a lock on biological matter - at best it would show a large humanoid of undetermined race. Lastly, and perhaps most crucial to the overall falsehood was that his ship contained no cargo, and he needed it to seem like it did. Knowing that his ship was mostly impenetrable to all but the most rigorous of scans, and with the additional interference from his modifications thus far, he had to create a convincing cover story. He headed back to the cargo bay and sealed the bulkhead behind him. With precision, he tapped away at the control panels, removing the atmosphere from everywhere in his ship aside from the cargo bay and then opened those sections to the vacuum of space via the aft airlock, reducing the temperature to near-zero.
With any luck, all sensor readings would now show an old, modified, HWK-290 light freighter with extensive cold-storage facilities rather than a Star Courier carrying ancient and deadly Sith Lord.
It was time to put everything into action; so he sealed up the ship once more, altered his bearing and started the journey toward Ziost.
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Post by Sith'ari Grizz on Mar 30, 2019 2:17:39 GMT -8
On the trip back from Ziost, Sith'ari Grizz had slowly begun reverting the changes he had made to the ship for his original - thwarted - plan to gain entry to the planet. Once he was in deep space away from anything of note, he brought the ship to a full-stop and finalised the work. The agitated Sith Lord double checked that every thing was back to normal and that all systems were working perfectly, he couldn't afford for something to go wrong when he returned to Ziost.
The work complete, he sat in the cockpit and became steeped in thought - should he go back and sow chaos among the fleet that had barred his way, or be benevolent and simply make his way planetside? After all, they were only doing the bidding of their master.
After making up his mind, he re-entered the co-ordinates for Ziost, engaged the stygium cloaking device and began the journey home once more.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2019 14:01:32 GMT -8
Aboard the Graceful Savior.Location: Unknown
Days after the Fall of the Galactic Alliance. Captain Mark Chandler stood on the bridge of the Graceful Savior, an Acclamator-Class Assault Ship. It was days since the battle of Mon Cal and the fall of the Alliance, Mark and his XO were unsure of where they should go and what to do now that the Alliance was no more. Captain, what is our heading?"I'm not sure Lieutenant. We do have enough supplies to last out here for a few months. I know that isn't what you wanted to hear from me, but until we have more details regarding the result of the battle, it is our best option at the moment."I understand that sir, but setting here is not exactly what the crew needs at the moment. They.... We need a win sir."Alright then, scan the holonet for news on the battle and scan for any incoming distress signals." With their orders the bridge crew started to scan the holonet for any news on the battle, whether or not there were any more survivors and they scanned for any incoming distress signals. Lieutenant Adam Slattery walked over to a terminal and started to search as well, Mark continued to stand and stare off into space.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 1, 2019 19:35:52 GMT -8
Bosthirda, the planet's history alone confirmed further on the estimations and theories that surrounded this unnamed cult that festered within the Sith Worlds. The Jen'ari's knowledge of the planet would prove useful once more. It held a fortress temple, once the home of the Prophets of the Dark Side after they lost favor with the Emperor Palpatine. It was their refuge and their tomb in the end... and so would it be the tomb of the heretics that festered within. For much of the journey to their designated target, the dark eyes of Malvus gazed out of the viewport, witnessing the travel through hyperspace. For a normal individual, this would have driven them absolutely mad. But those, with a connection to the Force, especially Sith, seemed to find themselves gazing at the hyperspace tunnel. As they approached their target, the Sith Lord drew away and retired to his meditation chambers... there were no orders given.=========================================== =Over the planet of Bosthirda= The planet had found renewed purpose under their cult. Under the rule of their Supreme Leader, Bosthirda's temple had become a fortress as it was before, a training ground for their potential recruits, and place where their ranks grew and strengthened. They were commanded, and administrated, by Overseer Lord Deca, a Twi'lek Sith who had risen quickly through the ranks to gain such a prestigious title. After the premature death of his predecessor, the Supreme Leader saw it fit to name him commander over the planet. Lord Deca was ruthless and brutal with his training regimen, seeking to ensure good warriors were ready to fight the Cult's enemies. A sizable fleet of seven ships, led by his flagship, the Deathcry, lingered over the planet. He was the despot here and ruled as he willed, only as long as it was in the interests of their sect.
Today, Lord Deca was reviewing the fleet and its personnel, a routine he did on a three month basis. After a tour of the facilities, and taking note of what needed to be fixed or changed, he rejoined the senior commanders on the bridge. All was normal it seemed, for the Sith Worlds were a fortress in itself... well, save what happened at Ziost. Deca had spoken with their leader, wondering what had happened, but it was said that it was all a part of their plan. Ziost had been ruled by the weaker of their sect and their deaths were foreseen. 'Necessary causalities' was what he had been told, yet it still caused a spark of rumor and discomfort among their ranks. None had dared penetrate these worlds before, yet suddenly someone was able to and did so with great efficiency and ruthlessness. His eyes had seen the retrieved holofootage, revealing strange soldiers, a masked individual, and... a red-skinned Sith humanoid. Ziost was a symbol that had been taken and its loss was felt throughout the ranks. Yet none dared to confront their leader on this mistake.
A series of beeps went off before someone was heard slamming their fist on a console. This caused Deca to look over to his right.=Lord Deca= What's going on?=Officer= Sir, the system is... its showing targets within our vicinity, but nothing is on the viewport.The Twi'lek looks out the viewport, seeing nothing as well. The officer continues to pat the console before the beeping stopped and the red dots vanished. Strange, thought the Sith as he prowled the bridge, looking out at the stars and the darkness of space. Then a pressure was felt upon his head, followed by strange whispers. Flashes of colors appeared before his eyes, then they, like the targets, vanished. Lord Deca shakes his head, maybe he was working too hard. The planets had been high alert since what had happened to Ziost after all. Everyone was running dry trying to keep themselves moving and ensuring their security was not breached.
Then several rapid beeps went off!=Officer= Sir! Targets at 8 o'clock! Moving in... they're... they're gone.The rapidly beeping console went dead quietly. None of the other sensors had picked up anything. Deca snorts rather irritated at the technology on this ship. They were a few months overdue for necessary repairs and maintenance! Damnable supply officers!=Lord Deca= Get a repair crew up here stat! We need them-He stops, grabbing his head slightly as the pressure returned. More whispers, more blurry images, and strange sounds. They blurred his vision and caused him to be off balanced. Then they dissipated. When he regained focus, the crew was looking at him.=Lord Deca= GET BACK TO WORK!Unknown to the crew, and Lord Deca, the seeds had been planted. Far away, within his meditation chamber, the Jen'ari's sorcery was hard at work. A plague would soon consume the crew, a plague that blinded their sensors and their view of what was coming. Malvus would raise his hands, prepared to play the puppet master for the next scene to come upon this stage he wove.
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 3, 2019 11:08:17 GMT -8
===Over Khar Delba=== Though it was required of her to study to history of the Sith while being the apprentice of Malvus, Luxeria had focused only a small bit of her time of things of the past, focusing more on the present. She did seek to learn from the past the lessons that could improve her own skills, but anything else was of little consequence. Still, the name of this world had fallen before her eyes before and she had learned a bit about it, fortunately. A snowy planet once apart of the old Sith Empire, Khar Delba once was the place where Naga Sadow set up a citadel. But that wasn't. the sith had hidden a secret fleet on the dark side of the planet's moon, one he used to grant him the upper hand against his rival, Ludo Kressh. It had to be assumed that their enemy now would attempt a similar tactic. She had to be prepared for whatever tricks that might have been in the hands of this cult. She would ensure that they were defeated and the Blackguard reigned supreme.
The crew had their orders on how to approach the situation. Dropping out of hyperspace, crews in charge of the sensor systems began sweeping the area, seeking out anything they could that could be considered a threat. It wouldn't take long for the enemy to detect them if they hadn't been already. They had to move fast and efficiently. Fighters pilots were all situated in the hangars, most already in their ships prepping them for launch. All they needed was the green light to make their attack. |
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 7, 2019 5:33:25 GMT -8
===Over Khar Delba=== As the Divine Fleet made its way closer to Khar Delba, one of the officers watching the sensors suddenly spoke out.
"Lady Luxeria. We have picked up a single object orbiting the planet. Analysis suggests its a space station." Luxeria moved closer towards the officer to see what was discovered as he continued to work and lock down just what was in front of them. "It looks to be a Type II Orbital Repair Yard. No fleet presence on sensors."
Luxeria looked at the images the sensors brought up before looking out to the view port. Already were they beginning to circle the planet's orbit with the repair yard coming into view. This would be an easy task, but one that still needed to be handled quickly. Before she could issue orders, however, one of the comm officers spoke up.
"We are getting reports from both the Syronic Melody and Celestial Judgement. Scans detect activity on the surface all gathered near a single structure. By what they can tell, the enemy has established a position at the old Sadow Citadel, Lady Luxeria."
Luxeria turned and listened as the comm officer spoke up about the scans coming in from the surface. She let loose a faint growl of irritation at the thought of having to take care of any ground forces. But she needed to clean this area up and do so quickly before any calls came in for the next step of their plans. They also needed to silence the enemy to keep them from reporting their position.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she issued the orders. "Commodore Norvina, take control of the Kyana Inamorata and move up to the repair yard. Use only the ion cannons and take out its communication network. Have the Annihilators deployed and alert in case they have any surprises. The repair yard shouldn't have any defenses, so there shouldn't be a problem there. Deploy a team of 200 Sith Troopers, 100 Sith Elite Gunners, 100, Sith heavy Troopers, and 50 Sith Knights to take over the yard and ensure it is in our control. Inform all others to break formation and begin heading for the planet. Deploy all fighters to the surface and begin landing troops. We'll take care of this quickly and leave none standing. Just make sure the citadel remains untouched. I am heading to the surface. Apprentice, with me."
Anastasia gave Luxeria a salute before working to pass along the orders, Luxeria and Kosrezic departing the bridge for the hangar. As they went, she issued orders to Satele to have the ship prepped and ready for launch. Unfortunately, none of the fighters she possessed had ion cannons. As such, she would handle taking out the communications at the citadel while the ground troops and fighters worked to eliminate their enemies.
Upon entering the hangar, she watched as fighters and shuttles were already being deployed. She doubted the repair yard would give them much trouble. Boarding the ship, she made her way quickly to the cockpit, taking off the moment she was strapped in and began her approach towards the surface, working to catch up with everyone else that had already begun diverting their course. If she had known what they'd face, she would have come ahead of her fleet and used her stealth systems and ion cannons to render the communications systems useless, eliminating any risk that the main force elsewhere would have been alerted to their presence. She could only hope they moved fast enough, |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2019 7:03:05 GMT -8
Khar Delba’s orbit The journey through hyperspace from Mustafar had made Kree anxious. Each passing moment, she felt the pumping of her blood and the pounding within her ears. Soon, she’d begin her first mission under the Blackguard and working for its benefit. She was eager, eager to prove herself to Luxeria and the Sith’ari, but the waiting was killing her. In attempt to calm her mind, she had found a spot on the bridge that was out of the way and meditated, hoping it would pass the time.
It seemed to work well in distracting her as suddenly, she felt the ship drop out of hyperspace. Standing to her feet she moved closer towards her master. Before her in the gaze of the viewport, she saw the icy world of Khar Delba. Such history of Sith ownership, beings of great power long past. She could only imagine what secrets still remained hidden upon the frozen planet.
Pulled from her thoughts, she heard the officers calling out Luxeria’s name, giving her updates as to the situation and what was discovered on sensors. With no time wasted, the auburn haired woman issued commands for both the repair yard and the ground assault. So smart and amazing, just seeing her take such control made the Twi’lek’s eyes shine with admiration. Luckily, she was t so lost in these feelings that she missed her master’s summons. Gathering herself, she followed after Luxeria.
The trip to the hangar was quiet, the only words spoken was the command to Satele to get the ship prepared. She had questions, but knew the time was currently best spent focusing and sharpening her mind. Pulling herself into the proper zone, she followed the woman as the lift stopped within the hangar and boarded the Dark Illumination. Once she was settled in her seat, Luxeria took the ship out of the hangar and headed down to the planet’s surface. |
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 8, 2019 5:17:03 GMT -8
===Khar Delba Orbit: Type II Oribital Repair Yard=== As Luxeria departed the Kyana Inamorata, Commodore Norvina pushed forward towards the repair yard, issuing the orders for the ion cannons to target the communication systems and render them quiet. It wasn't long before the barrage of blue streaks filled the area between them, landing hard upon the station. With nothing to help defend it from the outside, it wasn't long before the assault did its job.
Screaming from the hangar bay first were the twenty-four Annilator-class starfighters. Piloted mostly by Force-sensitives, it was they who were given the right to these ships considering the purpose of connecting the pilot and ship through the power of the dark-side, making them one. Spreading out into four groups of six, they worked to maintain a patrol of the area to ensure none came upon them unexpectedly.
Soon after, shuttles were released from the hangars carrying the assigned troops Luxeria had commanded to go. There was no telling what opposition they'd face if any, but considering its size, any forces they had would be easily handled by the select number going. If back up was needed, more were nearby, ready for deployment.
===Khar Delba Surface=== As the rest of the fleet moved closer towards the planet, shuttles and star fighters began to deploy from each of the ships. However, they held back for a bit, having orders not to rush in from Luxeria, who had pushed ahead in her modified Baudo-class Star Yacht. Activating her stealth systems, the ship disappeared from scanners. Until they had a proper fix upon the citadel, the cloaking device remained deactivated. reaching the surface some distance from the structure, Luxeria ordered for Satele to get a lock on its location. Doing so allowed the woman to line the ship up. Once they were set, power was redirected from different systems for the cloaking device before it finally faded from sight.
As they made their approach, Luxeria turned to Kosrezic. "I want you on the ion cannon. Satele will locate the communication network for you, so take it out as quickly as possible." With her orders given, Luxeria looked forward once more, the citadel coming into sight. Pulling up a bit to ensure they stood above the building, she dropped the cloak and applied the proper power back to the weapons. They were coming in fast. Everything was up to the Twi'lek now. Luckily, the ion cannon was on a turret, so as long as her apprentice could keep her aim straight, Luxeria could circle around with ease as she launched the barrage of ion blasts. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2019 2:09:49 GMT -8
Khar Delba Surface Kosrezic sat back and silent as Luxeria pressed forward ahead of the ground forces, issuing commands for the then to wait until the citadel’s communication network was taken down. It was a smart tactic in trying to hit multiple fronts as quickly and effectively as possible. In wasn’t necessarily keeping other forces spread out throughout a system of their arrival, but more to keep quiet that they were being hit across many areas at once. If they could keep other fleets from knowing what happened here, then it would be a far greater surprise when they sought reinforcements only to not get any. Panic would be greater as any hope and plans went crashing to the ground in the exact moment of need.
As they reached the surface, it was long before they were lined up for their approach and cloaked to hide them as long as possible. As the citadel cane into view, Luxeria issued her orders, having her on the iron cannon. It seemed like an odd choice. Satele would have been far more effective at the task. But thinking on it, perhaps it was just another test to see what she was capable of. Not wanting to disappoint her master, she nodded as she turned her chair towards the console and took hold of the ion cannon controls. "Understood, master. I won’t fail you."
It was but a few moment more before the ship rose back into the air from its low approach and the systems were resurveyed back to the weapons. Targeting resumed as Satele began to seek out and lock onto the communication network. Powering up the ion cannon, she began to fire, turning the turret as they passed so to make every shot count, no matter the angle. Before long, Satele gave confirmation that it went down and had shifted targeting to the sensor systems. Once again, they made their passes as the Twi’lek continued her assault until the building was rendered useless. |
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 10, 2019 10:52:06 GMT -8
===Khar Delba Orbit: Type II Oribital Repair Yard=== The little amount of defenses present within the repair yard made take over an easy enough task. With each group that landed within the hangars, the troops spread through the structure like wildfire, clearing everything out until all attempt at defense was eliminated. Once that had been handled, teams worked on getting the systems back online fully and communications back up so that could be available to the Blackguard as soon as possible if needed.
===Khar Delba Surface=== As Koszreic fired ion shots down upon the citadel, Satele kept them informed as to the situation with its systems. As the call came that their communication and sensor systems had been rendered useless for the time being, she issued her orders towards her own forces.
::All ground forces, begin landing and making your way into the citadel. Emininate all enemy forces without mercy. Fighter squadrons, provide cover fire and take down any forces you can as the ground teams get ready. Show these heretics why they should fear the Blackguard.:: It wasn't long before the screams of starfighters could be heard, unleashing blaster fire over the ground, even where there were no enemies. It was a sign to intimidate, that they would show no mercy, not even allow time for their forces to prepare. Luxeria, herself, brought her ship around, unleashing slavos of laser fire at the area around the temple, though far enough away that her shots would destroy the building. If it could be used for the Blackguard, it would remain intact. |
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Post by Darth Wraak on Aug 10, 2019 16:20:59 GMT -8
Dromund Kalakar Emerging from hyperspace, the three ships under the command of Darth Wraak remained in formation. Standing on the bridge, the robed Sith began issuing orders."Initiate deep scans of the area and prepare us for combat. Ready all fighters and ensure two of our droid carriers are ready for launch."As Rear Admiral Lee carried out Venom's orders, Venom glanced down at his apprentice, golden-hued gaze observing the young Falleen."Tell me, apprentice. What was your primary focus at the academy?" |
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Aug 10, 2019 16:44:35 GMT -8
Dromund Kalakar Xar stayed in step with his new master not leaving his side during the briefing or at their departure. The entire trip through hyperspace, the Falleen went over the plans of the Sith’ari, seeking out any possible flaw in the design. Luckily, by what knowledge that they had, he found none. It was a foolish thing, he knew, to question Viox like that, but he was a being that sought knowledge and looked at things from every angle. This case was no different. Not only that, but in simply watching those in attendance, he sought the gleam any possible information he could about them.
As they arrived at their destination, he pulled himself from his thoughts as Venom began issuing his commands before turning to him and asking what he had been training in. Standing tall before his master, he spoke with confidence and certainty on what he knew and what he sought.
"The earliest part of the training we experienced was a deep focus on the basics of combat, seeking to be as fluid and agile on our movements, the effectiveness of precision strikes, Shii-Cho, Jar’Kai, and double-bladed combat alongside fighting as a team, how to face multiple enemies solo, and being alert enough to be ready for a changing battle. As for my what my primary focus shifted to upon being directed down my own path, combat-wise, I’ve become skilled in a Jar’Kai variation on Makashi and focus upon the pursuit and acquisition of knowledge by any means necessary." |
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Post by Tasot on Aug 19, 2019 16:22:05 GMT -8
In the vast expanses of space between the territory of the Blackguard Reborn and the First Order, Tasot waited, alongside his fleet. His message to the Sith'ari had been received well, as the Sith likely respect a good honor challenge. As such, he had guaranteed that the Blackguard would not declare war on the Empire of the Hand for this little maneuver. But he had to get some answers. For most of his life, the Chiss once known as Heas, who had now taken the name Zuhel, had seemed content with his position in the First Order. Then, he suddenly seemed to have betrayed the organization. And Tasot wanted answers. But there was also something else. He wanted to prove his superiority over his former mentor. To prove that he was a better Chiss than the traitor.
And so here he waited, hoping for the challenge to be accepted.
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Post by Darth Herboren on Aug 19, 2019 17:33:40 GMT -8
Dromund Kalakar Emerging from hyperspace, the three ships under the command of Darth Wraak remained in formation. Standing on the bridge, the robed Sith began issuing orders."Initiate deep scans of the area and prepare us for combat. Ready all fighters and ensure two of our droid carriers are ready for launch."As Rear Admiral Lee carried out Venom's orders, Venom glanced down at his apprentice, golden-hued gaze observing the young Falleen."Tell me, apprentice. What was your primary focus at the academy?"Dromund Kalakar - High Orbit near the Cardan V-Class Space Station
Klaxons blared, alerting the current occupants of the Dromund Kalakar Shipyards of the suddenly appearing unknown ships. Moving to form a defensive perimeter around the shipyards, the four Supremacy-Class awaited the incoming attack. It seemed that Millennial's predictions were correct. An enemy was indeed interested in the Sith Worlds. And the appearance of these ships confirmed that Dromund Kalakar was a target, due to it's position and dedicated shipyard. Though this enemy had no idea what was in store for them...
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Grand Admiral Zuhel
Blackguard Imperium
I do not require glory; only results for my Emperor.
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Aug 19, 2019 17:43:38 GMT -8
After around a day of waiting, Tasot was finally rewarded, by a mixture of Chiss and Blackguard vessels that jumped into the stretch of space occupied by his fleet. The ships appeared to be arranged in a fairly aggressive manner, with the command ship found at the front of the fleet, leading the charge of a spearhead-shaped formation. By contrast, Tasots fleet appeared to be arranged in a far more advisable, more stable formation, with a warship in front of his main Ascendancy-Class Battleship. The two of them sat on the bridges of their respective ships, ready to face off against each other. Zuhel opened a comlink line to Tasot.
"So we meet again, my old friend."
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