Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:29:30 GMT -8
*In the centuries after the Galactic War between the Empire and the Republic, the planet's jungles were largely overtaken by swamps and marshes, submerging most of the planet's solid ground. The breathable atmosphere became more stable, though it remained a wet and humid world with a varying climate. Massive, dark-wooded trees grew in the swampy water, forming canyon-like groupings of foliage that were covered in vines and infested with the lizard-like ysalamiri creatures.*
Darkness is where evil dwells, aloof of everything else around it like a sickness waiting to strike. He was very conspicuous out here alone by himself, with not even a droid to keep him company. There was much darkness on this planet but it is at bay, stalking like a hungry predator. Curious. There was life all around him and he could hear the bugs & animals, most of them being deadly to him. So why was Horan all the way out here by himself looking like a fool as he starred at some sort of holographic map emitting from his armband data pad. Right, that way. I knew that.
He said to himself looking for the right direction to Kaas city while he updated his data pad map. The smell of the forest enthralled his nose as he could easily sense the smells, feel the cold wet air upon his cheek. Hear the sound of predators groaning amongst the distance. He was no doubt an Adventurer, Horan was. Just like his father before him, a seeker of death defying adventure. Though sometimes stupidity was a better trait of his. Without stopping he had continued up the same path after his sudden correction, and towards the city.
Last Edit: Nov 2, 2013 17:59:33 GMT -8 by Horan Cold
He was no doubt alone all the way out here, alone with himself in the dark. Night had fallen and this was taking much longer then he originally calculated it would take, was he searching for something? Then he felt the muck beneath his boot as he stepped into a pile of deep mud that swallowed his boot half in, he cursed to himself and grabbed onto his pant leg. He pulled and he tugged feeling the weight of the mud above his boot as it continued to sink. It wasn't safe staying in the same area for to long and he was beginning to surpass that time limit, so he looked around trying to figure out what to do.
Beasts. They lingered near, the predator was nearing the unfortunate soul stuck in the mud as he would look like a fool to anyone who could of been watching with amusement as his death neared. There were no lighthearted fellas on this planet, no time to waste. He sensed something quickening with paste as it closed in for the kill from a distance, and then there it was. Dangling at his belt, his Jedi weapon. How come i didn't think of that at first.
He said to himself as he ignited the weapon and then plunged it into the mud just beside his boot, from deep beneath the mud it begun to heat up. Bubbles arose from beneath as the mud thinned out from the heat until he could move his leg much more. The sound of a tree branch shattering of the approaching predator gave him the motivation to finally tug his leg from out of the mud hole which caused him to stumble back against the tree. He looked slightly to his right at the charging beast and then outstretched his left arm towards the hilt sinking into the thin mud hole as the mud continued to heat. The hilt was removed from the mud which flew into the firm grip of his hand, there wasn't much time so he quickly stepped back as the beast smashed into the large trunk of the tree and almost instantly after while holding both of his hands around the hilt he severed the head of the beast from it's body. Almost to close..
He said to himself again as he stepped around the carcass and returned to his path ahead. His pant leg was filthy and his boot dripping off heated mud because of his saber, after his weapon had been returned to his belt he had a look around. Standing in the middle of the path most taken by travels threw these woods, he could see it in the ground. He took this path feeling it was his right direction, to Kaas city and beyond.
Last Edit: Nov 2, 2013 19:39:42 GMT -8 by Horan Cold
Post by Darth Obitus on Jul 13, 2014 8:07:08 GMT -8
Vyzlor's troops had control of all population centres on the planet besides the Capital. Kaas City was where the current government had most of it's own troops and Vyzlor did not want a confrontation with them just yet.
Post by Darth Andor on Aug 3, 2015 15:43:01 GMT -8
The RC-2 Twilight scoutship zoomed high above the jungle terrain, its sensors recording all of the surveillance. With the large jungles below, the pilot was unable to maintain an accurate visual of the jungle-floor, therefore relying mostly on the thermal scanners and radar for any forms of activity and lifeforms.*
*Fortunately, it was a clear day and wind speeds were low providing a very smooth flight as the nimble craft shot across the sky like a falling star. Points of interest for the pilot's reconnaissance mission consisted of the Dark Force Temple and the ruins of the Imperial Citadel. Keeping his eyes peeled, one for any activity outside the cockpit and the other on the monitors, the pilot progressed closer towards his two destinations.
Post by Nszun Kir Tervonit on Sept 9, 2015 20:36:18 GMT -8
And if I am in hell, can I still get out? And if I do, will they throw me back in?
If I told the galaxy I encountered the absence of myself, would its heart beat the same as mine? I assume it would, because the galaxy longs to die. It mourns for the end. There is no redemption in the Force. We have lost the means to create unity. We are long past the days of fixing mistakes and tying loose ends. As a result, the stars come to terms with its fate. So as it inevitably faces death, it has one last wish. "Let me be conquered. Let me be ruled with an iron fist." I suppose that is where the galaxy and I differ. For I will not be conquered. I will rule.
The fields were calm. Trees were still. Creatures were silent. At a glance, everything was peaceful. A speeder blazed through. Organisms lifted their heads up from the grass, from little caves and other shelters. A man was following a call-- one of urgency and yet uncertainty. Very few times had the man felt in such a need to find resolve. Or perhaps the feeling had been absent for so long he simply forgot the sensation. Yet since the beginning of this episode, nothing has been clear. There are no answers and there is one question, though in many forms. Who? What? When? Where? Why?
Nszun squinted as the wind attacked his eyes. He was outside the city and was where the voice told him to go. But where exactly was he suppose to be? He just kept going.. and going. And after what seemed liked forever...
His speeder came to a halt.
"Where are you?"
"We are here."
"Here. Open your eyes."
Nszun was puzzled, "What? My eyes are open."
"No! Open your eyes you fool!"
And in an instant. Nszun found himself in a cloudy space. Everything was grey and white, but hazy. It felt like a dream state, but he knew he obviously wasn't dreaming. The moment the voice told him to open his eyes, he did so. He could not tell if he was standing up or lying down, but pressing his hands towards his back answered that question. He got up and stood on what seemed like nothingness. The background of whatever place or dimension (he wasn't sure) he was in, did not change no matter how he positioned himself. He turned around and saw five figures. He could only think of one question-- and an obvious one at that.
"Who are you?"
"We are like you."
Nszun was puzzled, "And how so?"
"We come from the same place."
He was growing impatient, "Okay, then where? What am I doing here? What is this place? You still haven't adequately answered my question. Who are you and what the hell do you want?"
"We came here to tell you the truth."
"What truth? That's a bit of a cliche way to start telling me something. What is this truth? I want to start hearing some good answers."
"We are Celestials."
Still with the same puzzled look, "Celestials? You're the architects, aren't you? Yes?"
"Indeed we are."
It was a shock if anything else. The Celestials were considered the oldest species in the galaxy and considered largely responsible for many species placements and space stations across the worlds. Even Jedi and Sith believed they were responsible in separating the Force between light and dark. Nszun gulped. He felt intimidated. Never had he encountered such powerful beings. It was like staring into the face of God himself.
"What... what do you want Why summon me? I'm assuming that's what you did."
"Yes. We summoned you. And it is like we said before. We brought you here, to our dimension to tell you the truth."
"You said our dimension. Yet you said you come from the same place as me."
"You are not wrong. That is part of what we are trying to tell you. You are one of us. At least you were."
Nszun began to feel his heart pound, "I... I am not a Celestial by any margin. How could I possibly be one of you?"
"There is no mistake you are one of us. Let us enlighten you. Do you remember what happened after the war on Tynna?"
"I do not. It's all hazy for me."
"Do have trouble remembering how you got where you are after the war?"
"Yes. Yes I do. What are you saying?"
"Let us heal your mind."
Before another sound could escape his lips. His body shot back, his head positioned to the sky, arms outstretched. His being shook. The Celestials began projecting memories into Nszun's very mind.
"You were once like us many, many years ago. It was back in a time even before the Rakatan. But you know this already. You came from our dimension, our galaxy. You were a hybrid of sorts-- not fully us, but enough of us to be considered one us. You were sent to the galaxy in hopes to build like we used to. You had other plans though. You brought destruction. You became Sith. Though, we do not fault you for that. We take no sides in matters such as those. For we created the rift in the Force in the first place. You discovered your origin on Tynna. A great temple rose in the sky and you found truth there. Your father, Vyet Dun Tervonit II, had over taken our galaxy. You were told to come back, but you had to train your powers back so that you could travel back to our home-- your home. And as a result of hearing that, you did just that. You trained hard for 5 years during the war. And finally you mastered our powers and found us. You fought hard for hundreds of years. And eventually, you helped your brother take the throne. You overthrew your father. But, you were told you had to go back-- back to Korriban, back to this galaxy. They said your mind had to be wiped as well as your new powers, for they were too strong to be used on planets such as those. Your knowledge of the Celestials was one that was forbidden to outsiders. It was too dangerous. So they cleared your memory of everything that had happened after the Tynna War... and you agreed. So that is how you found yourself here. Do you understand?"
Nszun's body finally stopped rattling and began to find his footing, though he struggled a bit. His breath was short and he panted hard. He remembered it all. It all made sense. He always had this sense of having a massive gap in his memory and it all became clear now. The reason he had not been Sith after the war was because he had become a hybrid Celestial like he was originally, and thus stripped of any ties to force alignments. Coming back from that campaign of his, he was returned neutral in the Force by default. It all made sense. He finally caught his breath.
"Okay, you have my attention... clearly. But I still don't understand," he paused, "You didn't bring me here just so you could complete my memory," he gasped slightly and muttered something under his breath, "And... and you said my memory was wiped because the knowledge I had was too dangerous. So why did you bring it back?"
The Celestials looked sombre. It was the look of pain of bringing forth bad news, "We are afraid that what we are about to tell you, you will not like." Nszun just stood where he as. He did not move an inch. He did not make a sound, "We brought your memory back because you were deceived."
The Celestial hybrid's heart skipped a beat, "Deceived how?"
"We claimed you were like us. That is indeed true. You were not deceived that way. You are considered a celestial hybrid. You are like us. And you are like the creatures we created. And so from the standpoint of being part of the kind we formed, your kind has a tendency to do what you believe is best. Though you may be uninformed of what you are fighting for, you fight for it all the same," Nszun was still silent, "Your father was a good man."
"What?" he said fiercely. These words were considered blasphemous to his ears.
"Our galaxy was at peace for millennia upon millennia. Your father was in a power struggle with your brother, whom you fought alongside with, Xeryl Dun Tervonit. Vyet was the rightful ruler. Yet your brother constantly fought for the throne to the point where he started an all out war. That was when he contacted you through the temple that rose on Tynna. Your father did not enslave our galaxy, your brother did... as a result of you overthrowing Vyet-- something that Xeryl could not do on his own. He knew he needed you. And you fell into his trap. Your memory was wiped and your powers taken away in fear that you would find out the truth and retaliate in the future."
Nszun began to breath heavily.
"And now you have become the very reason that our home is in shambles under your tyrannical brother's rule. You are at fault for this. Without your involvement, Xeryl would have been defeated by Vyet's hand and we would be at peace. Our home...your home... is in ruin. All thanks to you."
And in that moment, they threw me back in.
"Is... there anything that can be done? Can I not retain my powers again and fix this again? If I was able to defeat Vyet, I can surely defeat Xeryl."
"We are afraid it is too late for that. Without the aid of Celestials like Xeryl or Vyet, there is no way to return your powers. And because of your actions, any other Celestials are forbidden to make contact with outsiders. We were sent as an exception for the sole purpose of telling you the truth. Now we have done our part. You have brought shame to our kind as well as your own. Your actions are unforgivable, which is why," the celestials unsheathed mysterious blades of some kind, "you must die."
When suffering comes in full force, there is no denying its presence. It is all consuming. But one must accept that and harness it. When one knows pain, there is no second guessing it. Nszun looked at the ground and began to tremble, but it was not a trembling of fear, but one of anger... hatred. It was a feeling that had been gone for so long. He felt liberated. As someone people say, he felt like himself again. He felt hatred for his actions, for his foolishness, everything that he had done, everything he had worked up for, all amounting to nothing. His home was in ruin and he could not return. It was a mistake that could never be fixed. And that was what pained him the most. No matter his actions from this moment, he could not fix this. He would never be forgiven, and he would never forgive himself. There was only one thing he could do and that was to fuel his pain into power. If he had enough power, he could destroy his guilt. Power would solve everything. Nszun knew this. He finally looked up from the ground. His eyes were a mix of red, yellow, and grey. And in that moment, he knew pain.
"...kill me, you say?" the very dimension they were in began to shake, "You do not have the authority to do such a thing," he displayed a terrifying smirk.
"What? Of course we have the authority! We are Celestials! Nszun Kir Tervonit, we hearby order you to surrender and prepare for executio---!"
Before they could speak another word, they found themselves being choked in the air. Nszun was now motionless, "Do not speak my name. You have no right. You will refer to me as, his eyes widened, "Darth Hyruza."
The dimension shook even more and a towering, shadowy figure appeared behind Hyruza. It was not truly there, but the presence was felt. The Celestials watched in terror at the shadowy beast. It was the same beast that Hyruza had reincarnated into years ago on Lehon and more recently on Ambria. Though it was a beast he could not longer transform into, its power still resonated in Hyruza. The now reborn Dark Lord of the Sith cracked a large smile.
"I may not have the Celestial powers I once had, but you cower at mine all the same. And you are merely messengers. Destroying you will be no trouble."
"You! You will not get away with this!"
Darth Hyruza cackled, "Oh, but don't you see? No other Celestial is allowed any contact with outsiders. And you five certainly aren't going anywhere," in almost an instant, his expression changed to a stone cold gaze, "Know pain."
A transparent red sphere of energy surrounded Hyruza and lightning erupted from his core, violently shocking the Celestials. The jolts became more and more painful as time went on. Hyruza's expression remained the same all the while. The charged finally stopped after some time and without a word. He stretched out his hand. The Celestials elevated closer to each other. Hyruza slowly closed his hand and the Celestial's bodies began to crumble. Hyruza wore a small and finally closed his hand fully. There was a loud snap. The Celestial's bodies fell to the ground with a thud. It had been done. He had been reborn. He was Sith.
Post by Darth Znalost on Aug 20, 2019 17:39:00 GMT -8
The sixteen sith personnel carriers within the Undead Fleet began to deploy their drop pods, while Lord Znalost's shuttle followed from a safe distance behind. the first wave of twelve pods hit the ground causing small craters to form underneath them, while the next few pods were blasted from the sky due to anti-air blaster turrets scattered through out the planet's jungles and swamps. More drop pods hit the ground and more where destroyed by the turrets. Once Lord Znalost's shuttle landed a total of thirty-six drop pods were destroyed and were nothing but piles of flaming wreckage. Meaning out of the 5,760 troopers with all 96 drop pods only 3,600 still remained. Lord Znalost, signed as he walked forward, the loss of 2,160 soldiers was going to make his objective that much more difficult. Znalost turned on his comlink and proceeded to inform The Blackguard Reborn command of the initial situation on the ground.
Post by Vice Admiral Zhou on Aug 21, 2019 5:27:42 GMT -8
As a swarm of Gunships and fighters began making their way to ground, Zhou, abound his attack landed, was escorted by three Annihilator-Class Starfighters as they sped towards the landing zone. Already, the enormous quantity of soldiers from the Destiny Ascension had begun landing on the planet’s surface, and firing upon any Sith cultists that chose to assault their positions. It was very likely that the section of the planet they had been assigned to take was one of the most dangerous ones; an enormous fortress, suspended in the middle of some canyon. As the Reaper set down on the ground, Zhou allowed his Death Troopers to disembark before he did, walking slowly down the ramp. The Sith had assembled something of a staging ground, with a large metal platform having been airlifted into place to counteract the effects of the mud leading up to the rocky path that ended in the canyon. Zhou surveyed the area, before walking to the small command center that had been set up, which allowed full view of the canyon itself. Looking through his macrobinoculars, he saw that the leadup to the fortification was seemingly lightly defended. However, the fortification itself appeared to be protected by quite a few turrets. This would be an interesting attack indeed. He turned to his second and relayed his orders to him. “Deploy a squad of five AT-STs. Let’s see what their defences are made of.”
It is the rule in war, if ten times the enemy's strength, surround them; if five times, attack them; if double, be able to divide them; if equal, engage them; if fewer, defend against them; if weaker, be able to avoid them.
Post by Darth Znalost on Aug 30, 2019 14:22:10 GMT -8
Drop site Alpha, Dromund Kaas.
Lord Znalost and the men with him started their track to meet up with the other drop pods, Znalost had received data through his cybernetic mask that his failed force-sensitive clone had managed to survive the impacted and the drop pod door was stuck closed, Znalost had a squad of clone troopers head over to the pod to free the failures as they would be needed for the coming engagements.
The sound of blaster fire could be heard through out the forest near where the drop pods landed, Lord Znalost's ground forces had began to engage the enemy. It wouldn't be long before Lord Znalost joined the fight on the front lines.
Post by Darth Herboren on Nov 7, 2019 18:34:28 GMT -8
Dromund Kaas - Dark Force Temple.
Chamtivost, the fourth apprentice to Millennial Reborn, stood within the Dark Force Temple out in the swamps of Dromund Kaas' untamed surface. From here, he commanded the legions of infantry and armor that would stop the incoming flood of Blackguard forces. With Commander Ronan's immediate reassignment, Chamtivost was left in command. Ready and itching for a fight, the legions were given orders to march, preparing to meet the enemy before they discovered where the cultist forces were being commanded from. And utilizing the dark side nexus to supplement his powers, Chamtivost was confident he couldn't be beaten here. It would only be a matter of time before the fighting on Dromund Kaas' surface began in earnest. And Chamtivost would be ready...
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Nov 24, 2019 14:16:50 GMT -8
As the shuttle carrying the acolytes began its approach through the atmosphere, the pilot worked to keep them safe from any continuing fire that tried removing the air support from the sky. As he did, the co-pilot opened a channel, hoping to contact Lord Znalost.
Lord Znalost. This is the shuttle Dakelh. By order of the Sith'ari, we are en route to your location with the remaing Sith Acolytes to aid you in your assault.
Post by Darth Znalost on Dec 3, 2019 15:02:48 GMT -8
Base Camp Alpha, five miles from Drop site Alpha, Dromund Kaas.
Lord Znalost had his men set up a base camp to act as a staging point for the Blackguard's ground forces. It was a few moments later that he received a transmission from a Blackguard shuttle. Lord Znalost motioned for Captain Blackburn to answer the transmission. Captain Blackburn was one of the few non-clone soldiers with in Lord Znalost's forces.
Shuttle Dakelh, be advised of anti-air blaster turrets in the area. Sending coordinates of Drop site Alpha, should be safer to land there then at base camp.
While he waited for the shuttle to land and for the Sith Acolytes to arrive, Lord Znalost began to review scouting data of nearby enemy encampments. Soon he would have a plan to deal with the anti-air blaster turrets and then the ground assault could continue in earnest.
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Dec 4, 2019 23:22:15 GMT -8
As the message came through, heavy fire fell in their direction. At this point it, it was more than obvious, yet the co-pilot confirmed the order.
Coppy that. Coordinates received. Making our approach to Drop Site Alpha.
The shuttle pressed forward passed the location of base camp and landed a little ways away. The trip had been less than smooth as the pilot weaved in and out of laser fire. Luckily, they were able to get low enough under it, though it required a fast and rough landing. Powering down the systems, he knew they weren't going anywhere until the turrets were rendered inoperable.
As the ship's ramp lowered, the acolytes made their way out of the shuttle as the co-pilot informed them of their situation. Stating they would do whatvthey could after they rendezvoused at base camp. Currently the area seemed clear as they made their walk towards Lord Znalost's forces.
It didn't take long before they arrived. Duvrax, Krokaa, Raara, and Prakira moved through the camp until they found the Sith Lord and bowed to him. There they waited until orders were given.
Post by Darth Znalost on Dec 6, 2019 9:36:15 GMT -8
Base Camp Alpha, Dromund Kaas.
Once the Sith Acolytes made their way into camp and found Lord Znalost, Znalost looked over at Captain Blackburn and nodded. Blackburn then activated a holo map of the nearby area which displayed possible locations of the anti-air blaster turrets. Four locations to be precise, Blackburn also brought up a display of what the turrets looked like. Blackburn looked over at Lord Znalost before going ahead with the mission briefing.
Alright, listen up. The rest of the fleet can't start deploying their forces until we have taken out those turrets, so the four of you will each lead a team and take them out. Each team will contain a squad of Clone Troopers and a squad of Undead Troopers. The key here is hit all four turrets at the same time to avoid the enemy from warning the remaining forces at the other turrets.
Cpatain Blackburn stopped and moved out of the way so that Lord Znalost could finish the mission briefing.
"While the four of you are dealing with the turrets, I'll be leading a large strike team to take the Dark Force Temple. Once you have finished with the turrets send a transmission back to base camp and then join up with my Strike team. Understood, any questions?"
Lord Znalost could sense a dark essence ever since his landing and he figured that it was coming from the Temple. He could also sense a person who was strong in the force near the temple. That person's presence was being masked by the dark essence of the temple itself, so the exact whereabouts of the person could not be pinpointed, but Lord Znalost figured that they had to be near the temple if not inside of it.
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Dec 8, 2019 12:20:35 GMT -8
The four nodded as the order was given. Duvrax and Raara were hoping for the chance to truly prove themselves in combat against skilled opponents, but they did not question the orders. It was the task given to them by one of the masters of the Blackguard and any task in this campaign was an important one requiring no failure. One mishap could bring the whole operation crumbling down. Stepping up, Krokaa.
"No question, my Lord. We will ensure these turrets are brought down in unison so to allow the rest of our forces to land." Stepping back, the four spread out a bit to allow for easier assignments to the groups they would lead.
Post by Darth Znalost on Dec 15, 2019 15:48:01 GMT -8
Base Camp Alpha, Dromund Kaas.
"All squads move out."
Lord Znalost exited the makeshift command center with Captain Blackburn and walked over to where Lord Znalost's strike team was waiting. It was in this moment that Lord Znalost asked the Captain about the recon team that they had sent ahead to scout out the temple.
"Captain, have you heard from Warrant Officer Clark?"
No sir. We lost Comms with him and the recon team earlier in the day and have not been able to re-establish them since. Sir, my orders?
"Captain your orders are simple stay behind at the base camp and re-establish comms, and coordinate all squads."
With that they had reached the Strike team and Captain Blackburn turn around and walked back to the makeshift command center, while Lord Znalost and his strike team headed out towards the Dark force Temple.
Warrant Officer Norman Clark Recon Team Leader Location: Near The Dark Force Temple.
Norman Clark was a Warrant Officer in Lord Znalost army and was chosen to lead a recon team to scout out possible target locations and to keep an eye on any HVTs(High Value Targets) and this Temple was certainly a HVT and who knows who or what was inside. Norman had a couple of clone troopers trying to repair the comms as they had gone offline as soon as they had entered the outer perimeter of the Temple. Clark knew that something might be jamming the comms and that thing could be a jamming device or some sort of force relate jamming, so he had a few of his men searching nearby structures for any jamming devices and so far no luck.
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Dec 15, 2019 23:57:23 GMT -8
Having been set up with their groups and given the coordinates for the four turrets, the Acolytes departed the camp and made their way out into the rough terrain. It took a bit of time, bavigating themselves through the dark swampy woods, moving cautiously in case of any coming patrols. As with their approach towards the camp, there where none.
One by one, each of them reached their designated location and began setting themselves up in position as they awaited the order.
Prakira took a seat as she began reaching out, letting her mind seek out those around her turret so as to disrupt their minds and ability to respond. Raara began slowly manipulating the Force in tbe area, creating a soft breeze that she could turn into a raging gust. Duvrax began gathering the Forxe so to unleash one of his more deveststing attack while Krokaa took up pisition with the men assigned to him. Everyone stood ready, waiting for the order.
Post by Darth Znalost on Dec 16, 2019 13:41:35 GMT -8
Warrant Officer Norman Clark Recon Team Leader Location: Near The Dark Force Temple.
Clark had revived word from his troops that they found several jamming devices within the structures nearby. Clark had order them to place explosive charges on them and await for his signal. The clones that had been working on fixing the comms had managed to send a coded message about the current situation, Clark knew that setting the charges off before Lord Znalost arrived would prove to be ill advised as it would not only alert the hostile forces in the temple, who would no doubt call for reinforcements and then the simple and elegant plan of attack would become a long and drawn out battle. It wasn't too long before Lord Znalost and his strike team had arrived, Clark moved to greet them and to receive his new orders.
Sir, charges have been set at the jamming stations and we await your command to detonate them.
"Good work, Warrant Officer. I want you to detonate the charges once we have reached the base of the Temple then I want you and your team to take up Sniping positions along the ridges and proved covering fire for the strike team."
With that Clark and his team moved to their sniping positions and waited for the strike team to get closer to the temple's base, this battle could be over before it even starts.
Lord Znalost Strike Team Leader Location: Base of The Dark Force Temple.
Lord Znalost and his strike team made their way to the base of the temple and once there, Znalost gave the recon team the signal to detonate the explosive charges on the jamming stations. Seconds later several explosions could be heard through out the forest. Lord Znalost quickly ignited his lightsaber and signaled for his troops to engage the enemy forces. The sounds of Blaster fire rang through out the nearby area, Znalost activated his comms to quickly check in with Captain Blackburn.
Captain, we have engaged the enemy force and have destroyed their jamming equipment. Let the Acolytes know that they should hurry to the temple once they are done dealing with the turrets if they want to enjoy the taste of victory on a battlefield.
Copy that m'lord. I'll relay your message to them as quickly as I can.
With that Brief check in Lord Znalost began to run towards the temple, ready to kill all that stood before him and the Blackguard.
Captain Jason Blackburn Acting Commander at Base Camp Alpha Location: Base Camp Alpha.
After getting off the comms with Lord Znalost, Jason opened up a comlink to the young sith lords that were sent to destroy the turrets.
M'lords, M'lady. Lord Znalost wanted me to relay a the following message. That you should hurry to the temple once you are finished with the turrets if you want to taste of victory on the battlefield.
With that short but brief transmission to the young sith lords, Jason thought about what his Lord was up too. Surely Lord Znalost didn't want them there because he was incapable of handling the task, then it hit him. Lord Znalost most likely wants to see the young lords in battle should he take another apprentice.
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Dec 17, 2019 8:08:00 GMT -8
As the order came from Blackburn, the quartet began their work on the turrets. Krokaa's team moved in after him as he worked to open the door with the Force. Once open, they entered, his burning orange saber ignited as he cut down those before him. Once clear, the set charges and departed before blowing it.
Duvrax focused the growing Dark-side into his arms and unleashed in a powerful blast, busting a hole in it to which his team threw some grenades in, taking out those before they proceeded in demolishing theirs.
Raara turned the breeze into a gusting wind and brought it down as it forced the barrels downward as if being subjected to the force of a tornado. The pressure was kept up until it strained the turret and caused it to collapse a bit. Her team then moved in and proceeded to destroy the turret and those within.
With her skills in manipulation, Prakira and her team did nothing as those within began dismantling the systems and killed each other.
Once their turrets had been destroyed, the four made their way towards the temple reaching its base nearly at the same time.
Post by Darth Herboren on Jan 12, 2020 21:30:52 GMT -8
Dromund Kaas - Dark Force Temple.
Chamtivost, the fourth apprentice to Millennial Reborn and the embodiment of greed, observed the carnage as it unfolded. Despite his best efforts, his forces were still being slowly pushed back. They weren't exactly giving the invaders an easy time of it, but they were still losing. And rumors had spread that Millennial himself, had fled the planet. Which meant that he'd either fulfill his duty here, or be summoned elsewhere. Regardless of what was going to happen to him, until he received word to retreat from his master, he would give his last breath to defending this location. Turning to the two acolytes and the several squadrons that had been dedicated to protecting the control center within the temple, Chamtivost issued orders.
Head to the central atrium of the temple. Dig in and stall them.
The two Twi'lek acolytes bowed their heads, then motioned for the trooper squads to move out as ordered. As they left, Chamtivost turned to the rest.
We are to scuttle this control room, should we fail here. Asset denial. Prepare the charges and fall back to the alternate hangar...
Soon after, the demolitions charges were primed and the rest of them were falling back to the secondary hangar bay, where the escape craft were located. So far, Millennial's warnings and visions had been accurate, but even still, Chamtivost doubted if they were truly as factual as his master claimed. But he still did as ordered.