Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Apr 11, 2016 14:40:10 GMT -8
The doors of the Subjugator's command bridge hissed as they snapped open, signaling the entry of Darth Rebellious from the labyrinthine corridors of the ship's interior. The obsidian-colored floors released hollow clanks upon every impact with the soles of the Dark Lord's boots as he paced forward toward the Supreme Commander, who was currently frolicking with the Lady of the Knights of Ren. He kept his distance momentarily, allowing them a moment to themselves before continuing on. He stopped to the left of the Imperial, keeping his eyes directly ahead, staring out of the viewport at the planet Dantooine below.
"I hope I'm not interrupting, Nicademus. I just wanted to see the view before the carnage commenced."
The Sith spoke quietly to the Imperial Leader as he folded his arms across his chest and continued peering out of the transparisteel window. Although Nicademus would more than likely only be able to observe that the Director of the ISB seemed more tense than usual, one who could feel him in the Force would sense that rather than the usual cold that accompanied his dark presence, the radiating heat of a raging flame was surging forth from him. In anticipation of battle, Rebellious allowed himself to feel negative emotions long suppressed within his psyche specifically for times like these. With each emotion that he allowed to surface to the forefront of his mind, the greater his connection to the Dark Side of the Force became, which in turn made him even more ready for the coming confrontation.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 11, 2016 16:32:33 GMT -8
Illaria never lied about such things; it was something that Nicademus learned fast. Yet, a part of him was intrigued that she would do such a thing in a very public area, on a command bridge and with the possibility of many eyes around them watching. Whispers had become a little more vocal lately as news of the pair's relationship became more public. After a period of time, Nicademus disregarded them and allowed these words to spread around. No point in hiding the one that he loved so dearly. However, sometimes the Imperial asked himself if he truly understood what he was getting into; Illaria wasn't one of those refined and pompous women on Eriadu. No, she was her own woman and she loved showing that off; she had a wild spirit and personality, her looks alluring to any whose eyes gaze upon her and, yet, Illaria had greater intellect than many of the women of reputable names that Nicademus had met on Eriadu. There were many factors that helped him remind himself that she was who she was and that's why he become drawn to her.
Calmly, he places a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look in the reflection. It was a subtle look of approval, but with a hint of "not here, later." At the end though, the Supreme Commander smiles lightly at the Shapeshifter. Despite his own primal instincts, he managed to keep a professional appearance in order to not the crew aware of what was going on. He lowers his voice once more for her to hear.Hold that in till later, my love. I don't want other eyes stealing glances at you after all."I hope I'm not interrupting, Nicademus. I just wanted to see the view before the carnage commenced." The transition of attention from Illaria to Rebellious was seamless as the ISB Director walked in and stood right beside the Imperial. Nicademus showed no expression to what had happened earlier for he was good at hiding his emotions through the expressions on his face. There was a hint of interest present within him, but to what, it was hard to tell. Illaria could easily assume that it was more towards her while Rebellious could only guess. His eyes look out to the orbiting fleet as they continue disembarking divisions to the surface and various armored units. He momentarily glances at the Sith.Not much carnage yet. It seems the planet was lightly defended; no orbital defensive platforms, no naval presence... and a report came in of three scouts at the Imperial Outpost. Dark Troopers killed two but the third got away. They believe it was a Jedi who supposedly fled. Beyond that, we are still unsure of their military strength, but it would be light given Dantooine's isolated position and rather nonstrategic importance.
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Alpharius
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Post by Alpharius on Apr 11, 2016 16:42:00 GMT -8
Within moments of their vessel igniting its reactor, bringing it back to full power, the Captain had found himself gritting his teeth once again. It was a bad habit, one that cost him many of his natural teeth back at the Academy on Anaxes, and one that had now threatened to slice through the compound replacements. If such a thing were come to pass, Erik knew that they were too far out from friendly space to get an ideal replacement, so if he had split yet another tooth, he would have to consider a quicker and cheaper replacement. That wouldn't do, not for him or his meager reputation. Thus, when the Word of Hermes had peeled off it's projected course and aligned itself with the hyperspace route of Myto's Arrow, Captain Erik unclenched his jaw and wrapped his palms around the railing ringing the minuscule command deck.
They were foolish to make an attempt to lock them into place with artificially generated gravity wells. This far out, on the very edge of standard Imperial Long range sensors? That was asking for a beating. Sending the alert fighters instead would've been a wiser choice, as would stationing various frigates and smaller attack craft in the rear of their advancing echelons. Without a rearguard, the Imperials were leaving themselves wide open for an attack from behind. That being said, he couldn't blame them for their hubris. They believed that nothing could penetrate their sphere of influence, so why bother defending themselves from the rear? Erik had wanted to laugh. If only they had known of this beforehand. The entirety of this Imperial Remnant would've been wiped off the map before they had been able to find their footing in the black.
As the Navigator turned away from the helm to inform Captain L'hnnar that the Hyperdrive motivator was ready, Erik had released the railing and directed two of his dominant fingers towards the forward viewport.
"Engage."
With that solitary word spoken aloud, the Navigator twirled in his seat and had launched the CR-90 into the depths of hyperspace. It would take time, but word would be sent to the Alliance - and the entire might of their Navy would be drawn forth into the conflict, securing their victory with a decisive blow.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 22:42:37 GMT -8
Imperious-class Star Destroyer, The Subjugator - Hangar
Helmet on sergeant, Nicolina tells her platoon SSG when, upon arriving in the hangar and walking to where her Shadowtrooper platoon is gathered around the LAAT/i's that are ready to take them into battle when the order is given, she sees that the red haired woman has, unsurprisingly given he well known dislike for wearing a helmet, not yet fully donned her armor. Roger, the freckled human replies, quickly putting on her helm so that, save for small differences in height and build, she and her fellow Shadowtroopers now present the uniformity that can often instill a sense of unease or fear in their foes. We have orders to deploy yet, Loo?
Negative, Nicolina says, looking over her platoon and the members of the six-man teams of the two commando squads, Blue and Gold, that will be accompanying them, pleased to find that all are geared up and ready to board the LAAT/i's as soon as they receive orders to deploy. Adjusting the sling of her DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle, Nicolina tells her sergeant, It shouldn't be much longer now.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 12, 2016 18:15:19 GMT -8
It should have come as no surprise to Nicademus that Illaria would be so bold as to set foot upon his command bridge dressed as she was. After all this time they had spent together and especially in his observations of her on the battlefield, there was not much you could put past her doing. Though in this, she did earnestly try her best to behave for Nicademus for she knew that now everyone was knowledgeable about their relationship, her actions also reflected on him. If there was one thing the Supreme Commander had taught her over the past year, it was that there was a time and a place for everything – and respect, she did find that in short order too. While she had changed over the duration of her relationship with him, perhaps adopting a more refined manner of presentation, she was still the same mischievous and carefree woman beneath the concealing veneer. What ultimately mattered though, was the person into which she had transformed Nicademus. Perhaps it was only because the Knight had worn him down with her constant playful antics and shenanigans, but it was as if someone had finally pulled that stick out of his choobies and beat him over the head with it. She would gladly take the credit for she reveled in her ill behaviour and wickedness. Regardless, he was much more relaxed and unperturbed than she had ever remembered seeing him before. While practically polar opposites when it came to dispositions, the Knight and the Imperial beautifully balanced one another out.
As Nicademus placed a hand on her shoulder, Illaria tilted her head downward at the look he shot her, arching a single eyebrow as she stared him down in the reflection. At this, she reaches up for his hand resting on her shoulder and entwines her fingers between his before turning her head to gaze back at him. Her face was one of barely concealed glee, a sense of triumph reflecting in her azure gaze and her mouth twitching upwards on the left, dimpling her cheek. However, before she is able to respond to the Imperial, they are interrupted. The Shapeshifter’s eyes languidly drift over to Rebellious, boring into him as she examined every nuance of his presentation, mouth tightening as her eyes hood in something like thoughtfulness, consideration. She cannot say she knows the man – knows of him, yes – but she does not know him like Nicademus and thus, has not had adequate time to form a particular opinion on him. “Director.” Illaria inclines her head almost imperceptibly and it is clear that she is regarding him with nothing but respect despite the fact that he does not even deign to acknowledge her presence.
Inhaling deeply, the Lady Ren notes – with some carefully concealed derision – the length to which this Sith allows himself to be read like a book. It is a trivial matter, but leads her to wonder how the principles and philosophy he was taught compares to that which the Master has instilled within her. For the darkness ensconcing her presence is fastidiously tamed and her demeanor beautifully composed – such is her path to attaining a greater connection to the dark side and dominating the power laid at her feet. Turning her gaze back to regard Nicademus, it softens in a way that is difficult for most to notice. "How many of the First Order's forces are being sent planetside?" She queries, and it is unclear what her interest in such things are much less why it appears as if she herself is not planning to join the dirt incursion given how her choice of words reflects the detachment with which she perceives this particular battle. Truthfully, Illaria inquired as to the size of the forces utilized more to inform her own decisions regarding the usefulness she can serve remaining here.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 12, 2016 18:35:15 GMT -8
"How many of the First Order's forces are being sent planetside?" The Supreme Commander reaches behind him, snapping his fingers twice. An officer walks over with a datapad that held up to date information detailing what had been deployed so far. In total, the standing Imperial fleet over Dantooine held over some sixty thousand soldiers within its hulls with a number of support divisions, including armor and artillery. Nicademus made sure there were plenty of seasoned units alongside some more green ones to give the hardened units some more reputation among the Army while ensuring the recruits gained vital battlefield experience. Along with this, there were the one hundred Dark Troopers that were already deployed and at least fifty Imperial Knights heading for the surface. He looks over at the datapad with the Director on his right and Illaria on his left.Currently, a third of our standing forces have been deployed. Some twenty thousand soldiers, consisting of the first wave, have reported seeing their LZs and the Imperial Outpost. General Artemis Delvardus is among the senior staff heading for the planetside; he is the commanding officer of the ground operations. Their main goal is to secure the outpost for additional forces to land and move for various objectives, among them Garang and the Jedi Enclave.The Supreme Commander slowly lowers the datapad just when he hears some footsteps behind him. The Imperial turns to see a communications officer standing behind him, posture upright and straight. Nicademus remains silent for a moment before gesturing to the officer, allowing him to speak.Sir, word from Muunilist. Sensors detected an oncoming hyperspace signature, a CR-90 Corvette. Probably the same that just left Dantooine. They dropped a transmission, on all open frequencies through the planetary system. You should hear this, Sir.The Supreme Commander nods to the officer quietly as the female turns away and goes to bring up the transmission on the Imperial's wrist comlink. He lifts up his wrist, tuning the frequency to the channel that it was recorded on and listens attentively to the message from this Corvette.:: No world is beyond our reach; No enemy shall be beyond our wrath! Death comes for the Imperium as the Red Sun Rises! :: First Garqi, then Dantooine and now Muunilist; something didn't seem right in the mind of the Supreme Commander. He remembered reading the reports from Garqi, how the Jedi had some help from personnel that were armed with blasters and not lightsabers. Then the presence of two unidentified vessels that were lingering behind his fleet, beyond the reach of their turbolasers, but not too far from their long-ranged sensors. And now Muunilist. The Jedi had allies and they had managed to keep these allies under the radar of Imperial Intelligence all this time. The Supreme Commander looks out his fleet, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability, something that the Imperial had never felt till now.
He whips around, pointing at the communications officer on deck, who immediately stands up.Hail the High Admiral immediately.A hail was made the High Admiral's ship. Once it was answered, the Supreme Commander conferred new orders to Savage. High Admiral Viox, form a rearguard with the Damocles and Ironsword, two Vic IIs and ten Vindicators. Move to protect our stationary ships in orbit and keep your eyes on those stars. We haven't unloaded all of our troops and equipment. I cannot have our transports nor our stationary ships exposed. Maintain your long- and short-ranged sensor sweeps and report anything unusual immediately.With the transmission complete, Nicademus once more turns to the communications officer. There was more to be done.Order the second wave to deploy; 20,000 additional troops to the surface. I want all fighter squadrons scrambled; patrol and escort duties. Put the bomber squadrons on standby readiness. I want the fleet on Red Alert and have gunnery crews ready for action at a second's notice. Send out my orders to all ships, officer!Down in the hangars below where Nicolina and the other divisions of the second wave were awaiting their orders, klaxons began to blare loud and clear with the hangar's crew repeating the orders of the Supreme Commander. Second Wave had been given the greenlight for deployment and all designated units were to begin loading procedures. On the far side of the hangars, pilots rushed for their spacecraft as fighter squadrons were scrambled for new orders. Bombers were placed on standby. The entire fleet came to life with the adjustment orders made by the Supreme Commander.
As the orders were carried out across the fleet, the gaze of the Imperial had returned once more to Dantooine and view from his command ship. Occasionally, his eyes glancing at the stars. There was a slight feeling of uneasiness now within him. The Supreme Commander had never felt this way before, but for once, there was a possible enemy hidden from him. An enemy that the Jedi had cultivated and hidden from his eyes all this time. He should have noticed the signs, but he didn't. Suddenly Nicademus would find himself locking his gaze with Illaria. The Imperial tried his best to keep the uneasiness down, but being uncertain of an unseen foe made the Supreme Commander feel off edge.
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Soku Ren
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Post by Soku Ren on Apr 12, 2016 18:55:39 GMT -8
*And so it began, the First Order's first true showing of their military might, their debut to the galaxy at large... Today, a message would be sent, a message that nothing could stop the machine of order. The Republic could not control the galaxy and provide peace, and they had fallen; the First Order was there to pick up the pieces, and today would be only the beginning of their conquest of lawlessness, of disorder.
And yet, Soku Ren could not help but shake the bitterness within his being. He should have been overjoyed at this moment, coupled with the success of the Deralia campaign, but Lord Sobrius's rebuff of his invitation to join with the First Order still stood out within his mind. He had been so wise, but had decided to be a fool instead, dismissing their accomplishments, verbally casting them aside as a mere imitation. He could have been a great asset to their mission, could have brought wisdom and experience to guide them on the path to victory, but had chosen to remain behind, locked within his Temple, continuing to devote himself to the sad cause of the Sith.
That was what drove Soku on this day, for he would show not only Lord Sobrius, but the galaxy at large the true mission of the First Order.*
"Breathe, brother," *came the distinctive bleating voice of a Rodian, accompanied by his hand on the human's shoulder.* "It wouldn't be any good for you to lose focus, not today."
*Soku looked out over the world of Dantooine from the bridge of Law, his personal Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser gifted him by the Supreme Commander. The ship, as well as the Strike-class medium cruiser Order, had accompanied the Supreme Commander's fleet as part of the first wave, carrying with them two Knights of Ren and a host of stormtroopers. Derel Ren, the purple-skinned Rodian, continued to stand beside Soku, hand on his shoulder, fixating him with a hard stare as though willing him to calm himself.
Soku's fists, clenched and shaking for several moments, uncurled.* "You are right. It would not be becoming of me to give less than my all this day." *He turned to look the Rodian in the eyes, the latter giving him a nod and a clap on the shoulder before releasing him and turning away.*
"We'd better go to the surface," *he suggested.* "While we have the advantage."
"You are correct..." *Soku trailed off, eyes fixated upon the world that would soon also share in the glory the First Order would bring for a moment longer before he turned, departing the bridge. He and Derel made their way to the hangar, where the dropships awaited to be deployed to the surface. There, the pair of Knights met with Captain Arin of Thriesa Company, Soku's personal unit, and joined with him as the ships disembarked from the cruiser, heading toward the surface.* "This is Soku Ren," *he transmitted to the First Order fleet.* "Myself, Derel Ren, and my men are departing for the surface, as is the plan. Glory to the First Order."
*The ships continued their descent, making for the Imperial Outpost...*
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Apr 12, 2016 20:02:34 GMT -8
Not long after she enters the Subjugator's hangar to find a transport with room to take her and the other three Imperial Knights comprising the team she has been assigned to down to Dantooine's surface, Faina hears the blaring of the klaxons that accompanies the sudden flurry of activity as orders from the Supreme Commander are issued for the second wave of the First Order's assault to deploy.
Nodding towards the group of Shadowtroopers and commandos led by Nicolina, who Faina can recognize even though her face is concealed beneath her helmet due to the woman's unique signature within the currents of the Force, Faina tells her fellow Imperial Knights, "We'll link up with that Shadowtrooper platoon there. I know their leader," and then leads the way to the platoon's gunships. All of her doubts and fears about what the First Order's evolution has made of, or done to the Imperial Knights are quieted within her, drowned out by the promise of battle, a promise that has not yet failed to bring Faina the inner peace denied her when she has no mission, no purpose to devote herself to that prevents her mind from dwelling on questions she has begun to suspect she would not want answered.
Reaching the gunship Nicolina is near, Faina greets her in her usual dry fashion, "Do you have room for four more for the drop?"
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 12, 2016 20:40:25 GMT -8
Hail the High Admiral immediately.A hail was made the High Admiral's ship. Once it was answered, the Supreme Commander conferred new orders to Savage. High Admiral Viox, form a rearguard with the Damocles and Ironsword, two Vic IIs and ten Vindicators. Move to protect our stationary ships in orbit and keep your eyes on those stars. We haven't unloaded all of our troops and equipment. I cannot have our transports nor our stationary ships exposed. Maintain your long- and short-ranged sensor sweeps and report anything unusual immediately. There was a sudden shift in the Force, as Savage spoke to Xakire. It had been originated from the Subjugator. More interestingly, it came from the Supreme Commander himself. His usually difficult to read thoughts echoed like a beacon within Savage's mind. Something had suddenly changed. And Savage generally disliked game changers this early into a mission. As the Supreme Commander's hail came through, Savage paused from his conversation with Xakire and addressed the ship's A.I."Rampant, get us turned about. Select two Victory II-Class Star Destroyers and ten Vindicators to form the rearguard for the fleet. Send word to the CO's of the ships. Get us and the Damocles spun around as well. Tight formations, overlapping fields of fire. Prep all of our fighters. Get the alert fighters out into the black and running patrol routes around the fleet. Anything so much as blinks the wrong way, I want to know about it. The Supreme Commander is suddenly on his guard. He's expecting some kind of trouble. Let's be ready for it."The A.I didn't physically appear before his master, but simply acknowledged the orders."Understood sire. Re-positioning the fleet will commence immediately. As we move, I am launching all alert fighters as they become ready and am assigning them patrol routes. Long and short range sensor sweeps are commencing as well, pinging Dantooine's orbit at 15 second intervals. If anything tries to sneak up on us, we will know within fifteen seconds of their arrival."Savage nodded and returned his attentions to the young Sith before him, awaiting a response. If anything was to attack them now, they'd be ready. The fleet begins to re-position itself to better protect the stationary vessels within the fleet and prepare for the inevitable arrival of a counter response.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 4:41:52 GMT -8
Imperious-class Star Destroyer, The Subjugator - HangarDown in the hangars below where Nicolina and the other divisions of the second wave were awaiting their orders, klaxons began to blare loud and clear with the hangar's crew repeating the orders of the Supreme Commander. Second Wave had been given the greenlight for deployment and all designated units were to begin loading procedures. On the far side of the hangars, pilots rushed for their spacecraft as fighter squadrons were scrambled for new orders. Bombers were placed on standby. The entire fleet came to life with the adjustment orders made by the Supreme Commander. They're playin' our song, Loo, SSG Solberg says cheerily, bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation as the hangar suddenly bursts into the orderly hustle and bustle of a well-oiled military machine called into action. I'll get 'em locked and loaded for the trip down, Solberg announces, lifting her hand and spinning an index finger as she roars, Alright ya'all heard the man! Move it like ya got a purpose! C'mon!
Turning from the sight of Solberg herding everyone aboard the Larties when Reaching the gunship Nicolina is near, Faina greets her in her usual dry fashion, "Do you have room for four more for the drop?" Nicolina, who might under other circumstances joke around with Faina since the Knight's so-very-serious demeanor makes doing so almost irresistible, resists the urge to banter easily enough given the situation, and merely nods as she says, I think we can squeeze you all in. Turning towards Nirav 74, her platoon's comms operator and slicer, Nicolina tells the Khommite, Tell everyone to make space for the Knights, and then motions for the Imperial Knights to follow Nirav, telling them, Good to have you along for the ride.
Only after all of her men, the Imprial Knights, and the commandos of Blue and Gold squads are aboard the LAAT/i's does Nicolina board herself, taking a last look at the hangar before slamming the gunship's side door shut. Gritting her teeth as she feels the LAAT lifting off, Nicolina mentally prepares for the trip down to Dantooine's surface, combat drops being her least favorite part of any op since she knows she has absolutely no control over events while the LAAT is making its descent, possibly under enemy fire.
As Nicolina heads forward to the cockpit, where she can at least see what the pilot's instruments reveal while they head down, the platoon's LAAT/i's make their way from the hangar and then down towards Dantooine's surface.
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Alpharius
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Post by Alpharius on Apr 13, 2016 19:12:38 GMT -8
A sole Action VI transport, laden with a small portion of the Planet's Civilian populace began to rise from the wistfully spinning orb of Dantooine. The darkened ochre plates shimmered and blistered as it began the ascent towards the bespeckled heavens, leaving the impression upon those that were huddled within its metallic bowels that their Homeworld didn't wish for them to leave. That it jealously strove to deny this foreign vessel of their cargo. It was a silly sentiment, but the sensation of loss had swiftly spread throughout the cavernous cargo hold, quashing any flicker of hope that sought to ignite the aspirations of a return journey. The Action VI Transport, bearing the name of Heart of Gold, was bereft of an escort, as General Luss had believed that the Imperial Fleet was too far away from the point of ascension to stop the first transport from fleeing the sector. It was unlikely that they would get away with such an act again, but as long as one void-bound craft had made it into hyperspace - there was a chance the people of Dantooine could start anew. Thus, as the craft had seamlessly transitioned into Orbit on the far side of the verdant world, it began to advance into the uncertain future with as much haste as her engines could produce.
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Xakire
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Post by Xakire on Apr 14, 2016 1:45:27 GMT -8
Xakire was sitting in his "quarters" reading reports from his fleet. His fleet had been split and various ships sent to patrol the fringes of First Order controlled space and other ships were off being repaired and modified. The reports were boring so far as nothing had happened but Xakire knew that was about to change. As he was about to start another, no doubt boring report he received the High Admiral's summons. He was unsure why he had been assigned to the Ironsword at the last minute and was frustrated he hadn't been told why yet. Hopefully Savage would explain this soon. He got up and put on his armor, cape and helmet and made his way to the bridge. He held his head high and strode through the narrow corridors of the ship quickly and confidently, stopping for no one and shoving anyone who did not immediately move to make way for him.Xakire arrived on the bridge and approached the High Admiral. "You summoned me, Admiral?" he said through his helmet, that filtered his voice and made it sound slightly artificial. At this time, Xakire made his entrance upon the bridge and strode over to the Zabrak Imperial. Savage took a moment longer to truly quell his rage, before turning around and facing the armored Fleet Admiral. Savage regards the armor with distaste and proceeds to stride over towards the command chair, all while speaking to Xakire."Indeed. After the events over Csilla, I have been reviewing your performance records as well as any other useful information about you that I could find."Savage climbs the three steps before him, spins around and seats himself in the command chair before speaking to Xakire once more."You have...potential. Though it remains untapped, it is there."Savage raises his left hand in front of his face and appears to become lost in thought as he speaks, all the while watching the small parts move in his mechanical replacement."To truly be a Sith, you must know and understand the fact that our very existence revolves around constantly testing ourselves, constantly seeking power. To be a Sith, you must want power. Crave it. Feed off of it. But in my experiences, craving and seeking power is useless unless one has the discipline of self control. A Sith isn't all brawn and no brain. Knowing exactly when and where to strike yields far greater results then senselessly slaughtering to achieve your goal." Savage shifts his gaze from his artificial prosthetic hand and looks upon the armored man before him, placing his left hand upon the armrest of the command chair."Do you understand this concept?"Savage awaits the man's response, before continuing. Eager to hear what Xakire has to say, and if he will prove to be worthy... Xakire listened carefully to Savage and processed his words carefully. Xakire though he understood this, he had always preferred brain over brawn and power was something he was after, though he knew there was still much for him to learn. He removed his ancestors old helmet and placed it under his arm. "I believe I understand this, however I know I still have much to learn and much to achieve. Both are things I cannot do on my own," this time when Xakire spoke he did it in a more respectful and less authoritative tone than he normally used.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 14, 2016 20:20:50 GMT -8
Illaria watches Nicademus and notes the fluidity with which he commands his subordinates and how all are so quick to jump at the moment they perceive they can be of help. What loyalty and discipline he seemed to inspire in them. She listens attentively as he outlines the answer to her question and is almost amazed at the numbers he rattles off. However, she should have expected no less from him – only hoping she could live up to the training she had received at the foot of the Master. While the Master was a gifted swordsman and she held more of a predilection for the Force, given the intensity of her connection to it, she had still received the guidance necessary for her powers to blossom and develop. One thing the Lady Ren was uncertain about was the sheer amount of people within her vicinity for she had never extended her awareness to touch so many living beings at once. It would be quite the experience, she suspected.
Quite suddenly, the bridge was a rush of motion and Nicademus sprang into action. Illaria did not need the Force to whisper to her of his insecurities in this moment because while it did not register on his facial expression or any other social cues he conveyed, she knew the man like no other. However, when the hustle and bustle of activity seems to fade into the background at last and all calms down, Nicademus finally meets her gaze. She looked back at him, remaining silent. It is intense, the way in which the Shapeshifter regards him with eyes of brilliant blue. She knows that the Imperial is looking to her for guidance, confidence – the support he thinks he needs from her. Leaning close to the Supreme Commander, her lips pause by his cheek as she whispers something meant for his ears only. “Rise to the challenge, my dear, and I will help you bring order to the galaxy...” Though he did not know it yet, Nicademus truly did not need her, but she could see that these were the words he needed to hear in this moment. Reaching for his hand, she gives it a reassuring squeeze before stepping away from him and the officers hurrying about, feeding him reports.
Illaria walked to the viewport that was a couple meters away from the duo. Staring out into the blackness of space, the might of the First Order silhouetted against the stars, she pauses to take in the grandeur of it all before slowly raising her hands at her sides. Fingers outstretched, her hands rise just below shoulder height and it is as if she is a conductor, directing a symphony. Balling her fists up, muscles tensing as her eyes adopt a far away look. What she was seeing now was quite possibly beyond those present on the Subjugator’s bridge, quite possibly beyond them all. It was as if she was gazing beyond what physically materialized before her sight and as she releases her balled fists with a twisting flourish, her palms straining ever upwards – something unexpected happens. It is like thunder without a sound as her presence suddenly expands through the Force like a star going supernova, it spreads in a split second, touching all minds within the range of her power. The Knight of Ren opens herself up to the Force more completely than ever before, her eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration and at first; her breath comes in long, ragged gasps. It is a rush, the sudden onslaught of sensations as her awareness expands to encompass the whole of the First Order fleet. It is as if her cognition has extended and each individual being serves as the scaffolding by which she might expand her own capabilities. Hers is a cold, unrelenting touch, something in which both the Force-blind and Force-sensitive are able to jointly experience. While callous, it is also a gentle intrusion as her extended presence brushes against their consciousness. Though the Shapeshifter does not enter the minds of those she fights alongside and merely hovers on the edges of their consciousness to facilitate such informational exchange, it is nonetheless an otherworldly sensation that sends chills down the spine.
At first, she is taken off guard by the onslaught of sensory input that floods her cognition. Grounding herself in the complexity of this theater of combat, Illaria is able to concentrate on her breathing – slowing the racing thoughts of her mind as she learns to fragment her attention between the differing streams of information. She could feel them; each little twinkling light representing a speck of life, an individual connected to her by the Force. Given the nature of her race-gifted telepathy, the Knight was not unduly burdened as others may have been in attempting such feats of battle meditation. Moving her hands with the currents of the Force, she picks out the tightly-knit clusters of life that constitute the nameless and faceless soldiers of the First Order’s forces as they await their deployment. Then she expands her awareness further still, sensing the greater masses of life force that represent the crews operating the ships that constitute the First Order fleet. All she felt was discipline, purpose, and resolve. There was nothing that she could do to further strengthen and empower these men and women.
It is then that all extraneous thoughts are cleared from her awareness and her breathing evens out when she begins to touch the minds of individual beings – observing, but not affecting them. Illaria’s attention snaps to the heart of the fleet, where she stood. In the midst of the collective, it takes the Knight only a split-second to identify Nicademus – he is shining the brightest of all, devouring the darkness of those around as if he were a black hole absorbing all light. It was as if he had consumed whole star systems and glowed with the detonation of dying stars, gleaming with the luster of such light. The Imperial is a calm, confident presence amidst the constantly swirling mass of apprehensive subordinates.
As her awareness expands to include the planet of Dantooine, Illaria touches on a sense of expectation and eagerness, a subtle feeling of impatience as a more obstinately brilliant presence draws her focus. Ah, Artemis Delvardus. Should have guessed, Illaria mused to herself as she narrows her attention on him. His mind was a flurry of constant movement as he directed the assembly of their forces. However, her own musing is interrupted by the General’s line of thought and she suddenly thinks she may understand the source of the constant rift between them. Illaria does not linger with Artemis for long because though he may be blind to the Force, she knows quite well that he is aware of her touch.
The second presence she encounters comes as a surprise. Soku Ren. She had not expected any of her fellow Knights to enter the fray until the Resurgence made itself known. Illaria is apprehensive as she concentrates on her brother’s presence, connecting to him if only briefly, allowing him to know that she is watching from afar and has his back. He read like a machine to her, the way in which his cognition came into being – the sensation of Soku Ren was a feeling quite unlike the “humanness” she had experienced from the General. The only human thing about her brother was the bitterness she could feel hovering at the edge of his consciousness and the unyielding motivation that drove him to battle alongside First Order forces.
Illaria feels the presence of several others beginning the assembly process planetside. There is a feeling of relief as she briefly touches the mind of Nicolina, one of the Shadow Troopers. Her gaze wanders to the rest of the forces assembling near the Imperial outpost, simultaneously following their progress and pushing her awareness forward into the next few seconds. And from this, numerous possibilities erupt into existence – probabilities and eventualities – all glimpses of a possible future. Most of it does not make sense to Illaria, but somehow she is not sure that matters. However, this does not last long as beads of perspiration begin to roll down the length of her trembling body on the command bridge of the Subjugator. Gulping in a breath, her breathing is uneven until she draws her mind back into the present time stream. The strain had been enormous to catapult herself seconds, minutes even, into the future.
Resuming her mental focus, she draws on the Force to extend her awareness even further still, to encompass the entire theater of combat. Illaria was akin to that last burst of light crossing the line of the horizon as it slipped into darkness. She was all the stars in the sky condensed into a single point. She was everything and nothing at the same time.
I am a piece of the universe and I am awake.
The fabric of the universe itself was consciousness and the Shapeshifter merely represented one insignificant ripple in the universal ether.
The Knight’s perception suddenly extends far beyond the command bridge of the Subjugator, beyond the wide expanses of Dantooine itself – to ensconce the whole theater of combat. Without the benefit of the constant reports Nicademus receives from his subordinates, Illaria is instantly aware of the location of each vessel in the First Order fleet. And then she felt something else – another presence within their near vicinity. Taking the time to concentrate on it, Illaria unconsciously lifts a hand, pointing in the direction of the Action VI transport before even the sensor techs have reported its manifestation to Nicademus. “The first transport is away…” Her voice takes on a monotone nature as the Knight of Ren speaks and it is clear that she is lost to her battle meditation in this moment.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on Apr 15, 2016 16:02:46 GMT -8
* A black Upsilon class shuttle comes out of hyperspace above Dantooine. Standing at the front of the shuttle looking out the main view port, Aeryn watches the First Orders fleet. *
"Report"
* A naval Lieutenant quickly comes up from behind Aeryn with a data pad and reads the newest orders and reports from First Order command staff. Listening closely, Aeryn turns his focus to the planet below. Stretching his senses out through the force, the Imperial Knight knows he is needed on the ground.*
" Report our arrival to command and get us planet side as soon as possible. "
* The lieutenant leaves, and has the communications officer send a comm to First Order command staff. Aeryn crosses his arms across his chest and prepares himself for the battle below*
*COMM CHANNEL OPENS*
:: This is Upsilon class shuttle under the command of Imperial Knight Aeryn Morningstar to First Order command. We will be heading down to the Imperial outpost on the surface to assist ground forces ::
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 17, 2016 2:25:34 GMT -8
The miniature Knight of Ren sat cross-legged in the middle of a cabin aboard the Subjugator, deep in meditation. She'd been dispatched to Dantooine ahead of the Resurgence alongside Soku and Derel. But unlike her brothers, Atlantia had been assigned to the Subjugator. It was all a part of her training with Harnan, and this was meant to serve as a test of her combat skills. She had come a long way in the past year, learning a number of new skills and mastering a number of old ones. Atlantia was well on her way to becoming a proper Knight, and it was all due to a recent fervour that had come over her teacher. He had explained as best he could, or would, why he had stepped up her training. It had been hard, but she had never once faltered in her drive to improve. Part of it had been because she understood his reasons, but also because she wanted to become stronger.
Garqi had been a rude awakening as to the progress she had made. And as far as she was concerned, it was not far enough, especially if that infiltrator had been able to defeat her and Azria together. Although the First Commissar was lacking in the force, the red haired woman was still an extremely capable warrior that had earned Atlantia's respect. And despite everything surrounding the mission, she had made it her mission to ensure it never happened again. She had joined the Knights of Ren so that she could fight for and defend herself. Each defeat was another reason to persevere and try harder. Now, she was once more going to put her skills to the test to see how much she had improved.
But today was special for another reason as well. It was on this day, several years ago, that Harnan had found her on Nar Shaddaa, cowering upon the ground as she was abused. She had begun her training with Harnan then, and the following year, she had returned to deal justice against those that had taken advantage of her over the years. And now, She was sitting upon the flagship of the First Order assault upon Dantooine. It was then, that a very familiar presence brushed across the surface of her consciousness, causing her to awake from her meditation. Atlantia could pick Illaria's signature even in a room full of Force Sensitives. As far as she knew, Illaria was still meant to be over Dubrillion with the Resurgence.
Rising from her seated position, Atlantia donned her helmet and pulled her hood over the top of it. This was an interesting development to say the least, though, she suspected it had a lot to do with the shape shifters feelings for the Supreme Commander. The pair had become a lot more public about their relationship in recent times, which had sparked the rumour mill amongst the soldiers to life. Whilst others speculated, she knew the truth about it all. And although she was concerned for her sister, Harnan had dissuaded her from worrying too much. She was certain Illaria would have sensed her by now, and so Atlantia made her way up to the bridge of the Subjugator. Despite her size, Stromtroopers and Officers moved out of her way as she traversed the hallways.
The doors to the bridge slid open as the diminutive Knight of Ren arrived to the bridge. Illaria stood near the front of the bridge just in front of a viewport, with Nicademus and a man she had come to know as Darth Rebellious standing A few meters away from her. As far as she understood it, the Sith Lord was the head of the ISB, or the First Orders equivalent anyway. Not that it overly concerned her, since his position and title had no bearing upon her, as she walked the length of the bridge. Being within the heart of these Imperials, she kept herself restrained and focused, knowing that she had an appearance to keep. Had this been aboard the Resurgence, she would have rushed over to Illaria and tackled her. But that was not the case, as she moved past the pair of Imperials, and stood at the viewport next to Illaria. She remained quiet as she remained there, wondering just what her sister as doing here. To try question her now would be pointless, for the woman's attention was elsewhere. But Atlantia remained where she stood, ever the watchful observer. When the time came, she would be ready to question Illaria about this
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 18, 2016 19:18:08 GMT -8
“The first transport is away…” Long ranged sensors had already detected the fleeing transports. Ships along the perimeter closest to the vessels began to request for orders as well as starfighter groups on patrol. The Imperial watched the transport from the viewport of his Star Destroyer. His decision had long been made up on civilian craft that desired to flee the battlefield as the battle for Dantooine begin. He turns his eyes to the officer handling communications.Ignore all civilian vessels that flee the system, they are neutral and unarmed targets as of right now. Any that present hostile intentions towards of formation will be destroyed otherwise. Civilians are of no interest to our goals here.Once that was taken care of, Nicademus felt his confidence become more stabilized after Illaria spoke to him. She was right, the Supreme Commander had to rise to this new challenge and learn from it. It would only make him a better leader and a reckoned opponent for whoever was coming their way. He watches her move away from him before turning his attention to a flurry of priority reports from the ground forces on Dantooine. The Imperial gives his attention to these details.
According to his brother, High General Artemis, plans were going accordingly. Imperial forces were beginning to be arrayed for battle as officers and units were assigned to three separate commands; Army Group A, Army Group B and Army Group C. Army Group A, commanded personally by the High General, were designated to hit Garang, a key location due to the presence of its spaceport. Majority of the forty thousand already deployed, along with the Imperial Knights, would make up this army group due to its significance. Army Group B, which were to be led by General Caalin, a Bastion-born Imperial, were to be joined by the Knights of Ren on the surface in attacking the Jedi Enclave. Caalin would have a smaller fraction of the troops present, but this was mostly due to the reported lack of military presence that surrounded the Jedi's outpost. The final formation, Army Group C, designated as as a defensive command and led by General Taelros, an Imperial who had served the Supreme Commander since the Deep Core Imperial Remnant, would protect the Imperial Outpost on Dantooine, serving as the Army's forward command center. As the third wave was prepped for deployment, Nicademus felt a swell of confidence, believing that his commanders would do their duty and achieve the objectives swiftly.
Yet, a new piece of intelligence came from the wing commanders of the bomber groups sent to the two designated targets. It appeared Garang and the Enclave had energized shields that were localized to cover the entirety of their targets. Additional reports of AA guns and other turret emplacements that were only noticed but could not be made out due to the sudden departure of the bomber groups were noted. Nicademus examined the report before turning to Rebellious for a moment.Bomber wing commanders reported the presence of shields that are protecting both Garang and the Jedi Enclave as well as weapon emplacements. They must have been only recently placed if your agents had not reported this. With those shields up, the bombers cannot perform their runs upon those two locations... I may have to send in the armed forces without air support.
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Illaria Ren
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 23, 2016 15:47:13 GMT -8
While Illaria’s attention was spread across the vastness of Dantooine’s theater, her focus was not stretched so far that it escaped her notice when Atlantia’s presence materialized at her side. She could feel the other woman’s questioning of her actions and even her own unexpected presence on the Subjugator – alas, she was wise to internalize such things and not give such frivolous thoughts voice. It would have been wasted on deaf ears, anyways, despite the fact that Illaria respected the diminutive Knight and even enjoyed her company on occasion. However, the Shapeshifter hardly spared the other Knight of Ren a thought for more than a split second as to do more would have irreparably fractured her concentration.
To Illaria, her capacity for battle meditation was as much a skill to be honed – like a tool plucked from her tool box and selected to suit the current context – as it was an art to be perfected. In this moment, the Shapeshifter hazarded a guess that there were few other times she had ever experienced such a sensation of completion and supremacy as she did now. It was then, in the pause, in the silence, between heartbeats that the flickering of her attention caught wind of the Supreme Commander’s dilemma. Reacting almost instinctively, as enshrouded within her meditation as she remains, the Lady Ren draws on the power of the dark side and concentrates her focus on the events taking place planetside. Furrowing her eyebrows in intense concentration, she extended her will to touch the minds of those on the ground. Her brothers in arms, Soku and Derel Ren, were easy enough to find for their life force stood out like a beacon amongst the sea of darkness to her. While the co-located Knight did not make an effort to speak to them in words that could be easily understood, she instilled a feeling of hesitation within the two, tempering it with urgings of patience before withdrawing altogether. It resonated like a promise of absolution, the path to an assured victory.
It is then, on the command bridge of the Subjugator that the air almost seems to crackle with a tangible puissance, like static electricity sending every hair to stand on end. Illaria directs her power outward, which manifests within her internal field of vision as the outreaching of dark, oily tendrils comprised of coercion and persuasion. It is not immediately apparent that Illaria is the source of such a demonstration and the aura of uneasiness that follows. However, were she currently in greater control of her physical form at the moment, the Knight would have prevented the slow upward curling of the corner of her mouth. This would be a lesson to those that would follow – no living being was safe from the reach of her will.
Searching across the expanse of the planet, her mind finally centers on the Jedi Enclave, nestled into the countryside of the Khoonda Plains. It is an unassuming looking building, Illaria thinks as she extends her will through the vastness of space, searching for the source of order and direction within the Enclave. As she expanded her force awareness, she found herself momentarily overwhelmed by the vortex of frantic and panicked activity that were the personnel situated inside the safety of the Enclave. Within the blink of an eye, her mind began to sift through the emotions that swarmed her consciousness, providing endless streams of information and sensations. Parsing the miasma of engulfing sentiments, the Shapeshifter seeks out those that were most at ease, calm and in control. Examining each individual from the shadows, the darkest recesses of their minds, she finally finds the one who seems to be in command. Deep beneath the external manifestation of the Enclave, Illaria finds Alliance Commander Sahiir – there truly was no place to run or hide that the Knight could not reach.
Mouth finally flattening into a thin line, Illaria’s rate of breathing increases exponentially and her external awareness of Dantooine’s combat theater decreases as her attention currently narrows in on the Alliance Commander. She feels the affection once harboured, replaced now by the sadness and grief the woman feels for a Jedi Knight she thinks is lost. The Shapeshifter fills her thoughts with the conviction that the Jedi Knight had perished in the hell storm wrought by enemy forces – that it was the Commander’s worst fears made manifest and ushered in an extended period of mourning, an unrelenting grief – then began to press down on Sahiir’s fragile mind. Upon reaching this stage of Illaria’s exertion of mind control, the lifeform was usually startled at first then became confused as she began cleverly to convince them that her thoughts were really their own. Such a technique was usually most effective when the thoughts she planted were interwoven with bits of truth and in this context, she would hardly fall short of the harsh realities associated with combat. Following this short-lived cognitive dissonance, confusion and any mustered resistance would quickly give way to obedience.
The Commander had lost someone, carving an irreparable chasm in her heart, leaving in its wake nothing but the feeling of hopelessness. She had lost Kortos, suddenly and unexpectedly. It came without warning when her only desire had been to one day retire from the business of war and grow old with him – this way she would only lose him piece by piece until one day, there would simply be nothing left of either of them. Then the Shapeshifter began to fill the woman’s mind with thoughts of how much this hurt, focusing on the depth of the wound Kortos’ absence had inflicted upon her. This was the lowest moment of Commander Sahiir’s life and Illaria compelled her to continually relive it in the span of a instant – forcing her to blankly stare as she watched her whole world fall apart, shocking her with the events surrounding Kortos’ death and what had happened then amplifying the ache for what never would.
Illaria drew the Commander farther down into the darkness of the abyss, anchoring Sahiir with her resultant depression. Feeding her fear and hopelessness, breaking her heart with the agony of loss and crushing her spirit with a bleak despair, the Knight planted thoughts that would cause the woman to begin to question her own existence – to make her feel horribly, terribly alive. She impressed her will upon Sahiir, forcing the Commander to question every action, every order she had given, planting enough seeds of doubt to cause her to reexamine every move she had made with an intense scrutiny. Every hesitation, every false move she had made was suddenly brought into question and transformed into a cascade of errors and mistakes that led to Kortos’ death. The only viable conclusion was that the Commander, herself, was at fault – she killed the man with which she had forged this bond. Death was made to seem far more inviting than life lest this day haunt her forever more. What is hope? Such is doubt.
It is then that Illaria plants the compulsion for acceptance within the Commander’s mind, suggesting that she could offer Sahiir the sweet blissful embrace of relief, of escape. For a price. All that was required was that she obey and pave the way for First Order forces.
Despair was the enemy’s greatest weapon and Illaria wielded it without remorse.
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Darth Rebellious
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Apr 26, 2016 18:52:19 GMT -8
"Yet..."
The Dark Lord muttered as he continued staring out of the transparisteel view port, past the horizon of the illuminated planet and onward into the vast blackness of space. He knew the Supreme Commander, despite his nigh impeccable insights, could not feel the Force as he did. He couldn't feel the ebb and flow of the Galaxy through it as he could, nor did it alert him to imminent danger as it did the Sith. It was something Rebellious had felt for sometime now, but today was different. The cosmic entity seemed to scream it's warnings to him, echoing through his head and sending chills up and down his spine. It wasn't until he was addressed by Illaria that he snapped out of his trance. With eyes the color of flame, the Darth shifted his gaze to her before returning the nod, officially acknowledging her presence.
"Lady Ren."
The Director listened attentively as the Lady and the Commander spoke briefly of the situation on the ground. It seemed that everything was under control for now, but his doubts about the seemingly smooth campaign still remained. However, that would not stop the Imperial Security Bureau from serving diligently. As they spoke, Shadowtroopers and Storm Commandos marched along side the main combat forces of the First Order and would do what they must to help bring Dantooine into the fold. When a break in the conversation presented itself, the Darth asserted himself into the dialogue.
"The ISB has boots on the ground as well. Nicolina is leading a platoon of Shadowtroopers to aid the forces of General Delvardus and there are multiple teams of Storm Commandos in play as well. As for the Jedi, I may be inclined to go and deal with them myself, should the need arise."
In truth, the Sith had planned on paying the Jedi a visit regardless of the situation. Their presence on the harvest world would prove nothing but trouble for the First Order in the long run. He knew they wouldn't just lay down and surrender, and they would surely hold some sort of sway with the populace. Rebellious figured he could kill two birds with one stone; perform his duty as a Dark Lord of the Sith as well as further they goals of the First Order at the same time. In this moment he looked again to the Knight of Ren. He knew that if he simply walked into the enclave, at some point, he would more than likely be overcome by their numbers. However, if he had help in the form of the Ren, who had proved themselves quite effective at Jedi slaying on Deralia, together they might make a beautiful mess of the lightsiders' sanctuary. Besides, it was long over due to form some sort of working relationship with the allies of the Order.
"I've heard that you all are quite the Jedi killers."
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Medleyn Maiplwuud
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Woke up and traded my wand for a Anti-Traitor stick...
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Post by Medleyn Maiplwuud on Apr 28, 2016 2:53:32 GMT -8
Medleyn spent her time in her travel by leaving gashes on her face and arms, using her father's crystal blade. The toxins would make the healing slower. Her own previous injuries from her fight were already half healed. Through the pain she began to focus on the Force. She was directionless, and when she had jumped into hyperspace, it was a blind jump, not quite sure where to go. So, after some time, she began to let her instincts lead her. And it brought her to Dantooine. Figuring that it was as good as any place to go, she made a course correction on the fighter's navicomputer. The Jedi's transponder codes and memory banks were still intact. Dunkan Maiplwuud felt there was no need to tamper with it as it was more of a display, a trophy, than a ship for actual use.
The design was old, but tested and proven, not to mention heavily armed. It probably explained why the Jedi had used it for his missions, especially since he ventured about alone. And now it came into her ownership, saving her life. It seemed a bitter price to pay in exchange. She had to kill the Jedi. Where was the justice in that?
A warning tone indicated she was approaching her destination, and she jumped out to an alarming sight. First Order ships.
There was no time to think, she armed her shields and weapons, but kept her distance. She had jumped beyond the standard detection range, but the First Order ships might have far better resources. Fortunately, though a venerable design, this ARC-170 came with some fairly up-to-date sensors, scanners and most importantly, jammers. She activating the signal jammers, masking her presence. She moved to keep the planet between her and the First Order. She also fell back on her training as a Sith Assassin, hiding her presence in the Force. If there were Sith aboard that fleet, she did not need them identifying or discovering her. Her deeds back on Dromund Kaas may pass unnoticed in the larger scheme of things, but there was no need to chance being found out.
Using her craft's scanners and sensors, she tried to pick up Republic signals.
That was when she felt a tugging in the Force, urging her to descend into the planet below. Not fancying her chances up in orbit, she decided to follow her instincts. Besides, a passing squadron of fighters would see her on visual even if she was able to jam their sensors.
Adjusting her thrust, she descended into orbit.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 29, 2016 17:57:37 GMT -8
"I've heard that you all are quite the Jedi killers." Nicademus would look over at Rebellious as the Sith's attention turned to Illaria. He holds up the datapad from before and examines it quietly, noticing the report of two Knights of Ren being already present on the surface of Dantooine. It appeared that one of them would join the assault on the Jedi Enclave. The Supreme Commander would then turn his eyes to the Sith.You might want to hurry then. There are already two on the surface and they are moving with the Imperial forces aiming to strike at the Jedi Enclave. If you want to have some kills of your own, you'd best head to the planetside with your own troops, Rebellious.The Imperial then returns his eyes to the planet of Dantooine, noticing some areas where fires were raging uncontrollably. All thanks to the handy work of his bomber squadrons. Even if the planet could not be taken, he wanted to make sure that their opponents felt the presence of the First Order and got a taste of their military prowess. Dantooine would be unable to contribute much with its verdant farms and fields nothing but smoldering patches of burnt grass and scorched earth. It would be a satisfaction knowing that the planet was devastated and would not be able to be of much an asset to the Jedi Order and whoever their allies may be.
As these thoughts rolled by, Nicademus would be interrupted by a new report from the bombers that struck at the Jedi Enclave. It was detailed by the squadron commander that had encountered an out-dated fighter that had been present during the action. The unknown fighter had done no serious damage to the bombers, but weaved through them before moving in the direction of Garang. He examines the report in detail, noticing the model that was reported from the squadron commander. His eyebrow goes up slightly.An ARC-170 starfighter? I wonder who would pilot one of those relics...Despair was the enemy’s greatest weapon and Illaria wielded it without remorse. It was not long after the report of the solo ARC-170 starfighter that another came in, indicating the success of the bombing run performed upon the Jedi Enclave. What was curious was that the shield had suddenly dissipated as the bombers made their approach upon the complex. Nicademus was not aware of any special forces deployments to the Enclave, nor had he been notified by the ISB's Director of such an operation. This made the Supreme Commander glance over at the meditating Illaria. The Lady Ren had been quiet and meditating for a long time now, meditating for any Force User could mean that they were searching the Force or utilizing some technique that required immense concentration. If the shields weren't lowered by any means that Nicademus knew, surely Illaria had done the deed.
He would show his gratitude another time, mostly because the Imperial did not want to interrupt her concentration and meditation. For now, the Supreme Commander would let his thoughts speak their volume. Hints were made to what Nicademus would may decide upon doing to show his thanks to Illaria at a later time, thoughts that he knew she would enjoy and appreciate quietly.
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