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Ryu did not need the force to sense Armiena's internal turmoil. Here was apparently a long imprisoned enemy combatant, asking her not only to arm him, but to let him have back in the coming conflict. This was certainly a very dangerous move he was asking her to make, and other than some anxious ticks she made it without hesitating. Her sense of morality had overridden her doubts, and she was willing to risk her life to uphold her beliefs. Once again, Armiena had surprised him, having been expecting her to say shove him in the escape pod. Nearly as shocking, once back to the armory he gave her what appeared to be a treasured memento of a friend long lost.

Ryu held the odd wooden lightsaber hilt in his hand and studied it, pondering its significance.

"You... are very honorable, Mrs. Draygo. I will not forget this."

Ryu took the lightsaber to a bench and set about preparing for the coming conflict. From her armory he took a six throwing knives, two fragmentation grenades, and two flash bangs. He placed the knives in the front of the belt on his robe, then tucked the incendiaries in the back. He also pulled a small length of liquid cable from a dispenser and with a great deal of difficulty, lifting a foot onto the table to supplement his lone hand, he managed to tie a strap to the pommel of the lightsaber. He slipped it around his wrist and pulled it tight with his teeth, then gave his arm a shake to verify that it would not come loose. He practiced guiding it back into his palm and dropping it a few times, then added reaching to his belt for knives to the motion. Having only one arm made it complicated to use a variety of weapons efficiently, but he was fairly confident that this simple strap would save him valuable seconds in the heat of battle.

He knotted the empty sleeve of his robe at the shoulder. In a single fluid motion he twisted his hips to fling the sleeve forward, then ignited the blade of the veridian lightsaber and severed the excess cloth. The blade appeared in just the right spot to begin cutting the sleeve, and then vanished the instant it was cut with uncanny precision. Ryu may have lost a great deal of who he was before, but his ability to handle a lightsaber, even without the force to guide it, had not left him.

As he was wrapping up his preparation, Ryu paused and looked around. He had thought he'd... heard something. Something very faint, like a distant echo coming down a long hallway. He couldn't make out what it was, but eventually dismissed it as one of many signs that Shippy McShipface was in serious need of maintenance.

Ryu nodded in acknowledgement of Genesis announcing his preparedness, then headed back toward the cockpit.


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"Commander on the bridge!"

 

The officers of the Black Bracer came to attention as Captain Jaden Jorus limped to the command console. His eyes scanned the officers, impeccably attired and fit specimens of imperial military excellence. Their eyes danced with the fire of zealots, and every officer to a man bore the patch of Varaka, their vaunted god-king.

 

The dregs of a cult and and a ship built to get shot.

 

He smiled. 

 

I guess I'm home.

 

Jorus was anything but the naval ideal of a commanding officer. Threadbare combat gear bleaching from green to gray, old cybernetics whirring with each movement, a sun-seared face, and wrinkles turning to crevices painted the picture of a man with more years lived than he'd been alive.

 

"Get back to work. At ease and all that."

 

The officers turned back to their posts, but the steel cables under their skin didn't seem to slacken.

 

I guess having the Dark King's eye on you will do that.

 

First Officer Malk, an impressively built Cerean, eyed Jorus's limping leg as the irreverent commander rubbed feeling into it.

 

"Were you injured in the battle Commander?"

 

"Nope. Leg cramp. Report."

 

"We've arrived in the Corellian system sir, and are moving to rendezvous with his Majesty's force now. ETA 8 minutes. We just received the all's well from the Moon Beetle, The Broken Bullet, and Our Velvet Ire."

 

Jorus nodded absently.

 

"And our new toys?"

 

Malk didn't miss a beat at Jorus's informal inquiry. 

 

Good soldier.

 

"All upgrades installed on Kuat are functioning properly. Calibrations and tests run during the transit indicate everything is operating within optimal tolerances."

 

"Those kuati grasscutters really know their ships. I guess pulling their collective bank accounts out of the firing line made them all grateful."

 

"Actually sir, the upgrades were ordered by direct command from-"

 

Jorus waved his hand in dismissal, and Malk obediently stopped talking and went back to his work, an equally muted and fierce anticipation lurking under his starched and dried expression. Jorus knew that they'd gotten the upgrades for "exemplary service", but he'd bet his last arm that they'd come with at least two Holonet conferences, a shouting match, and a dozen bribes.

 

It was just how things got done.

 

Speaking of which...

 

"Let's pick up the pace. Increase forward thrust by 12% and have our cruisers follow us in pattern 22-Beta. And get Zyro to turn that fancy new cloak on."

 

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Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

 


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"Forward." Came the grim voice of the Rebel Alliance Commander of the Corellian Theatre.  

And so the cream of the Rebel Alliance Navy came forth from their orbits and shot towards the distant Sith Fleet guarding Centerpoint. 

 

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Combined Fleet Group under the Command of Godfrey d'Outremer

 

Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers] |Alexei|

Taskforce Experience Veteran (2xp)

LC-Belarus Medium Cruiser Novarch Ackbar |9/9|

LC-Belarus Medium Cruiser Novarch Sikaot |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group |Anastasia|

Taskforce Experience Green (1xp) 

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Eleanor |3/3|

DP20 Corvette Nantes |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Rennes |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Saint-Anslem |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Saint-Marie |2/1|

TSC-Tapani-class cruiser-carrier Vexille |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Rapid Intervention Escort: Timely Response |Seraphim|

Taskforce Experience Green (1xp) 

KDY Victory II-class Star Destroyer Red Hussar |9/9| 

KDY Victory II-class Star Destroyer Silent Spring |9/9| 

 

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Combined Fleet Group under the Command of Leena Kil

 

Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers] |Sairdonga|

Task Force Experience: Green (1xp)

MCS MC75-Class Star Cruiser: Imperial Momship |20/20|

 

Rebel Alliance Hellriders: |Death Harvest Catchers|

Task Force Experience: Green (1xp)

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-3-3-4-5 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12 |2/1|
 

Rebel Alliance Hellriders: |Sith Eaters|

Task Force Experience: Green (1xp)

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 0-1 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 1-2 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 2-3 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 3-4 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 4-5 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 5-6 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 6-7 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 7-8 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 8-9 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 9-10 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 10-11 |2/1|

Squib Needle Ship: Sith 11-12 |2/1|

 

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Combined Fleet Group under the Command of Kyrie Eleison


Imperial Knight Expeditionary Destroyer Group: Turbolasers  |Deimos|

Task Force Experience: Green (1xp)

Nova-Class Cruiser Ascalon |9/9|

 Nova-Class Cruiser Edessa |9/9|

 

Imperial Knight Expeditionary Light Defensive Escort: Suppressing Fire |Phobos|

Task Force Experience: Green (1xp)

Star Galleon-Class Frigate Clermonte |3/3|

Vengeance-Class Frigate Chartres |3/3|

Interceptor-Class Frigate Francorum |3/3|

Consular-Class Frigate Tancred |3/3|

Sphyrna-Class Corvette Guiscard |2/1|

Sphyrna-Class Corvette Dorylaeum |2/1|

Paladin-Class Corvette Yağısıyan |2/1|

Free Virgilla-Class Corvette Alexandretta |2/1|

 

Rebel Alliance Lend-Lease Precision Strike: Carrier Group |Enyo|

Taskforce Experience:  Veteran (2xp) 

Quasar Fire-class Cruiser-Carrier Azincourt |9/9|

CR-90 Corvette Maelstrom |2/1|

CR-90 Corvette Languedoc |2/1|

CR-90 Corvette Vivarais |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Coeur d’Lion |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Augustus |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Hussar |2/1|

 


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Rebel Alliance Fleet Command - Godfrey d'Outremer

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Draygo had significant difficulty accepting praise from anyone, and noticeably paused while inspecting an armored vest. 

 

“I’m a fool. It’s a requirement for any half-decent revolutionary,” Armiena responded as she donned the armor and stretched her shoulders to test the range of motion. The veteran Jedi retrieved a small vibrodagger and made a delicate cut at the seams on the sides, just enough for her to worm her fingers into the fabric and remove the encumbering weight of the a set of small plastoid plates. The armor would still provide some protection to the vitals, but the absence of the side plates would afford her a nearly full range of motion. 

 

She then retrieved an additional pair of short-bladed vibrodaggers, tucked one of them into her right boot and the other into a scabbard on her right shoulder. A slight adjustment of the clips on her gunbelt brought her lightsaber and blaster pistol closer to the sides of her hips. Closing up the lockers and securing the armory, Draygo sighted a fixed point on the far side of the ship’s miniature hangar and drew her blaster pistol in a single-handed grip. She rested the barrel of the weapon on wrist, clutching her lightsaber in her left hand.

 

Armiena just gazed over the sights of the blaster for a handful of seconds, observing the natural bob of the sights with her breath. It was certainly an unconventional fighting stance for a Jedi--it was more reminiscent of the close-quarters combat techniques that some commando units practiced--but it would allow her to transition from her pistol to her lightsaber in an instant.

 

“Rule number one of combat as a Jedi--keep yourself alive.” Draygo patted her Padawan on the shoulder as she followed Ryu to the cockpit. “Your lightsaber will give you plenty of options. No need to take a life when you can take a limb… and a few kilos of high-grade steel makes for a wonderful cudgel. Ryu,” Armiena tried to smile as she collapsed into the pilot’s seat and began to prime the ship’s powerful active sensors. Instead, she only managed a sort of pained grimace that twisted her mouth and didn’t quite reach her eyes. “If we both live through this day, we will have a long talk about why I’m so terrified of you. It will be a difficult conversation, but you won’t be facing the Jedi Grandmaster completely unprepared. Now.”

 

Her metal hand racing over the controls of McShipface’s astrometrics suite as though it were a rehearsed motion, Draygo focused the vessel’s powerful sensor dish into the void. To anyone directly targeted by the sensors, the surface of the hull would begin to vibrate and emanate at a keening, ultrasonic frequency as it was buffeted by a wave of energy that was outright unhealthy for an unprotected organic to absorb. To the veteran Jedi, however, all she observed was that the overhead lights dimmed noticeably as the sensor arrays spooled up and probed deeply into the deep space surrounding Centerpoint Station. Draygo’s lips thinned as she observed the report and transmitted it to the Rebel fleet--a sizeable fleet consisting of several Star Destroyer-sized vessels, numerous frigates and cruisers, and a Star Dreadnought of an unknown design had been mustering in-system.

 

She just let out a little sigh and gunned the engines.

 

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Darth Nyrys’s Sith fleet reverted into realspace in position to form up with the other forces of the Dark Lord, with the exception of the Abyss Triumphant, which remained out of range of the conflict for the time being. All captains reported green across the board and were ready to bring the Emperor’s wrath to this rag tag band of terrorists, pirates, and dissidents. 

 

“Captain Ladrimayne has the con, ready my shuttle, the darkness guides my blade to Coronet City.”

 

Nyrys had seen enough battle to learn how to discern where the most interesting opponents, and an enemy that she had not yet encountered loomed on the horizon of possibilities.


 

Spoiler

 

Task Forces

Argent Scythe (Railgun Destroyer)

Fair Lady of Iziz: 20/20

 

Veil of Shadows (Light Defensive Escort)

Jendra’s Song: 3/3

Atani’s Vigil: 3/3

The Lucky Pair: 3/3

Xuri’s Resolve: 3/3

Alpha: 2/1

Beta: 2/1

Gamma: 2/1

Omicron: 2/1


 

In reserve

Abyss Triumphant (Interdiction Cadre)

Bewitching Lover(Interdictor): 9/9

Lovelorn Wraith: 3/3

Lust: 2/1

Envy: 2/1

Desire: 2/1

Betrayal: 2/1

 

 


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The Force, that beautiful and haunting song that crawled through the mind of the Exorcist, broke into reverberating cries of pain. The Sith had arrived.

Kyrie steeled her psyche against the eruption of emotions that spelled the Sith’s arrival. It was as if the force itself was in mourning for what was to come. She channeled the misery into her internal flame, letting herself grow bright with fire’s touch. The cockpit of the TIE-Ugly began to glow a faint white. The Song began to return in her mind, a deep and animalistic thing, a reflection of the natural beauty of space above Corellia.

The Force moved. The Song changed its rhythm as more voices were added. Her Watchers had awakened, and they sensed the Dark Side. In the harrowing of her soul, there would be salvation. The Imperial Knight sucked in a breath from the flight helmet, letting the air fill her lungs, spreading its energy throughout her body. She let her fire grow, stoking it to life within her veins. She would need it to devour the sins of those she was to fight.

A mournful cry.

There was another song, one speaking of a dark future.

A sick intention.

Flipping the control yoke of the TIE-Ugly, she sent her starfighter into a spin towards Coronet City. The darkness would strike at the heart of the Rebellion, its citizens. Those unfortunate innocents that were always destroyed in war. The Dark Side was reaching out its hunger, telling of its desire to consume all life. Her own hunger echoed it.

Kyrie did not know what the attack would be, nor its soldiers, but while her fleet would battle above, she would fight on the ground. Her lips parted and her breath left, the words of her song forming inside the TIE-Ugly’s cockpit, transmitting to her Watchers.

A land of deepest shade, unpierced by human thought…

A crashing shook the starfighter as it ripped into the atmosphere, a sonic refrain following it. According to her readouts, the Starport was heavily fortified, but the numerous large leisure parks were undefended. She angled the starfighter toward the massive botanical garden complex that made up the centerpiece of Coronet’s Diamond District. The sudden pull of gravity set her head swimming, and the autopilot took over as she released the control yoke.

Slipping from her crash webbing, Kyrie leapt from the yawning cockpit of the TIE-Ugly, landing on the soft loam of the forest. Even through her boots, she could feel the softness of the moss and the spring of the soil beneath her. She ripped her flight-helmet from her head, shaking loose her multitude of ebony braids before sweeping them back behind her pointed ears.

The breath of the fresh air spoke to her of pollen and rotting vegetation, of mud and entropy. Of life. Her probisci reached from her cheeks, striking against the air, desiring the soup of life. A hunger rose along with disgust and she breathed it away, feeding it to the fires within. Unclipping her saber-spear, she began to walk through the trees, letting her somber song reverberate across leaf and stone.

That weary region of the dead where all things are forgot…


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Mod Post

It was recently requested that forces be granted to the Sith in a flavor-style manner (not used for specific offensive purposes, but as a backdrop) to engage any forces defending Corellia. After having thought it over, I realized this demanded a mod post with flavor text to establish expectations for this situation and other situations moving forward. As of right now the Fleets system is meant to supplant the former planetary defenses. Fleets are the planetary defenses, and if you don't have a fleet available to defend a planet, it isn't considered properly defended against the might of an enemy fleet.

As of right now, there are no fleets explicitly defending Corellia. As such, no matching fleet/task force sized element will be allowed as a backdrop. This was a difficult decision to make as this is a highly complex situation since it's in the middle of a large scale battle and could potentially affect the narrative of others moving forward given how the battle could shift across the entire Corellian system. Saying yes to this makes a wide array of assumptions that does change the battlefield, even in a small way. As the Mod presiding over this battle, I'm not willing to accept potential fallout for that if things do go sideways, and while it might be "less cool", this is largely a preventative measure to help keep things fair and fun for everyone.

This also sets precedent and relies on some previously mentioned precedent, so care needs to be given to what happens. If this was a smaller skirmish between two PCs and their forces, it would be a LOT easier to sign off on it as it's obviously not going to potentially further affect things past that interaction, but it's not so cleanly cut here. We have a history of allowing things via agreements to bypass pvp rules, but again, due to the complexity of this battle I don't think that's a super feasible route to take here this time.

And yet, despite all this, I recognize the importance of storytelling element at play here. That is a drum I have beaten for a long time, ensuring the rules and community emphasize good writing. I fully understand and respect the value of good writing. As such, here is what I am interjecting into the narrative as a Mod:

The defenses around Corellia are primarily starfighter-based, with perhaps some larger patrol gunboats that are smaller than corvettes but fulfill a similar role as well as anti-air turrets and the like. Similarly, Sith starfighter, bomber, and interceptor squadrons and have been sent to suppress ground forces in preparation for a full-scale invasion. Both forces are locked in vicious combat, evenly matched, and cannot be commanded or referenced except in observation. Neither side is majorly prevented from landing forces or evacuation. This still simulates the tumultuous backdrop of brutal war without the need for larger elements to enter the fight. The "victory" of either side will be determined by the victor of the fleet combat in the system, either via total destruction or last man standing in the event of retreat.

Please understand how difficult it was for me to make this call, especially since it seems like it should have been far simpler than it was. These kinds of things often have a complex depth to them that isn't immediately apparent, and that potential complexity still has a large factor in how certain things are ruled on. That being said, my priority is first and foremost to fairness, and secondarily to promoting a fun environment for everyone. If you take issue with this ruling, please PM me on site or DM me via Discord. 

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I acknowledged my Master's words as she spoke, the nervous pit in my stomach on the verge of regurgitation. Still, I calmed himself, letting the Force flow through me and around me, allowing its flow cascade it's natural intent become my serenity. With a breath of exhalation, I followed Armiena and Ryu to the cockpit.

 

The time had come. It was now or never. All I could do was look on as the ships came into view. War had arrived at Corellia.


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The Sable Blade, a Sith shuttle from the Fair Lady of Iziz, finished it’s microjump from the orbit of New Centerpoint to Corellia, and began its descent to the world’s surface. The planet was slowly choking itself under the mantle of industry, a fate shared by many worlds that were entangled in the webs of the intergalactic military industrial complex. Kuat had the foresight to build their production facilities in orbit, but many other worlds had sacrificed their own viability in exchange for the vast amounts of credits that the business offered. The grime and oil covered most of the populace like an unctuous outer layer, as if to subsume them into the machines that they serviced. Many had resigned themselves to their fates as part of the colossal contraptions that served the shipyards, but others fought against the crushing of their spirits. Ironically it was the shackles of industry that most likely fueled the populace’s obsession with ships and piloting, ships were freedom, the chance at a life unbound to the gears and the ceaseless grind.

 

Those that could fly, fix, or con well enough were able to escape the planet’s clutches, to break their chains. It was a perfect example of the Sith code at work, the ordinary becoming fodder for the great, while the truly talented rose to live a life of their own. Such people were always interesting, and Nyrys looked forward to meeting them once Corellia was liberated from the Alliance’s yoke of mediocrity. 

 

The shuttle landed, and the Sith warrior disembarked alone. She had Gwn Marwolaeth  sheathed to her back, and Gwell Na Rhyw thrummed excitedly in its sheathe on her hip. The two blades could be considered to represent the twin driving forces within Nyrys, the sword being her dedication to the warrior path, her discipline in training, and self improvement, and the machete embodied her passionate side, her embrace of the visceral world, and the acceptance of her own desires.

 

She was drawn to a rare jewel in Coronet City’s cityscape, the botanical and zoological gardens. There was the sense of confinement and hunger in the air, an iron bulwark sealing away a savage hunger that was bordering on starvation. Oh and there were animals there too. But as cute and boopable as the durni were, Nyrys’s focus was narrowing in on the the pangs she felt of an emaciated beast that conjured the image of an axe, a sharpened edge empowered by raw force. 

 

The park was closed, with the sun on the verge of setting or rising, Nyrys didn’t know and it looked like it could go either way. She stopped at an unattended snack cart, and after perusing the options she grabbed a few bars, leaving some credits on the cart’s surface. The Sith Lady pressed onward into the botanical section, finding herself amidst a grove of trees. In spite of the constructed nature of the park, this place resonated with natural songs, and Nyrys wanted to run, and pounce, and hunt. The Jedi liked to claim that they had a monopoly on the natural world, but in truth the Sith could be equally at home amidst the wilds, although it stirred a different part of the psyche in them.

 

She spotted the one that she was looking for, a sleight woman with ebon locks and violet eyes. At first glance she looked human, but decidedly inhuman tendrils were protruding from her mouth. Nyrys’s unnatural eyes saw within her a coiling hunger, held within a steel ribcage that glowed whitehot with focus and rage. In another life the woman would have made a fine Sith warrior. She took out one of the snack bars and tossed it in the woman’s general direction.

 

“For the love of all the stars and planets in the sky, we can go grab a meal before we do this, but at the very least, eat the motherpfasking Crunchamunch bar. I could literally sense your hunger from low orbit. Like I can ZapaMap us a nearby diner or something and we can get you some food, my treat. Are they not feeding you guys, or is this like a body image issue thing, because sweetie, you don’t have to kill yourself for some impossible male standard, you look great.”


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As the Imperial Knight walked, the forest’s damp odor began to take on sweeter tones, floral and rich. The humidity caused sweat to bead upon her pale skin, drawing insects to swarm about her in a thick haze. The forest loam beneath her boots became more sticky, black mud clinging to every footfall.  The fallen trees about her carried fungal growths upon their bark, overcome like lepers by their sores, driven to destruction by the entropy of nature.

When from this land I go, what will become of me?

Her proboscis flicked at the air, writhing from her between her lips, filling her mind with the taste of rot and broken earth. The song that passed from her was of her own sorrow, for her future and the fate of all Sin Eaters. A fallen creature caught her eye, its matted fur half-submerged in the dark mud, surrounded by carrion.

The rich scent was coming from its rent flesh, nauseating, yet enticing to the Jedi’s appetite. A part of her mind spoke into her, reaching out for acknowledgement. It would be delicious, and she was starving. Kyrie’s eyes narrowed as she halted her footsteps towards the rotting creature, willing herself to focus. She threw her starvation into her flame, burning away as much of the feeling as she could manage. She stared at the Kath Hound, willing herself to see.

Its flesh was moving. Still alive?

Another step,

No, the carrion had started their work. The fur was moving from the wriggling of maggots beneath. Lidless eyes were swarmed by flies. The mud was strewn with unraveled viscera.

The Force began to scream about her, the reflection of her song was that of warning. There was a deeper hunger here, and it streamed from a nearby being.

The Exorcist wheeled her stance into the Hellepartan variation of Vom Tag, angling the staff of her lightsaber towards the mud at her feet, her grip on the cortosis-touched briarwood loose and wide. Her right hand touched the weighted pommel, caressing the beskar that had been inlaid into the dark wood. She extended out her locus of control, touching the world about her with fire.

Strange words streamed from the figure as it stepped through the mud, the dwindling light obscuring her full vision. It was of the basic tongue but spoken swiftly and in the bubbly form of a preteen. The little she understood spoke of hunger.

The darkness that streamed through The Song made the origins of this figure unmistakable.

Sith.

A wrapped protein bar flew from the Sith’s hand, an offering, for the creature must have sensed The Jedi’s hunger. Kyrie cast out a net within the force, capturing the offering within it. The words of the Exorcist came stumbling from an unstable tongue, filled with a reserved malice. 

Tenet insanabile multos peredo cacoethes…

(The incurable desire to consume affects us all...)

The probisci flicked a challenge, and the protein bar was consumed in bright white fire. The Exorcist began to pour her own emotions into her inner fire, building up her flame for battle. Fire wreathed her exposed flesh, imbuing into the handle of the lightsaber, causing a faint glow in the twilight. The song became mournful once more,

Eternal happiness far away, must my portion be...


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Inquisitor Barca peered down the dogged metal of his ghoulish helm, "Destroy them."

And so, the dreadful machine of the Sith Imperial Armada poured forward to meet their archenemies in a new theater of war.

 

 

Sith-Imperial Forward Command

 Commanded by Exodus

 

 

Fleet Command (Flagship)
High Command: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca
Augmentation: Axial Weapon
Xhendora-Class Dreadnought, Goliath |20/20|


Battle Line Escort: Tradition of Excellence
Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca
Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP
Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Minotaur |20/20|


Precision Strike Carrier Group: Fighter Command
Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca
Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP
Acclamator II-Class Assault Ship, Typhoon |9/9|
EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate, Basilisk |3/3|
CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Ambush |2/1|
CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Caldwell |2/1|
CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Kilchreest |2/1|
CR92a Assassin-Class Corvette, Foxhound |2/1|

 

 

Sith-Imperial Command

Commanded by Nok Morliss

 

 

 

Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Veteran, 2XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

 

 

Sith-Imperial Command

Commanded by Nyrys

 

 

 

Argent Scythe (Railgun Destroyer)

Fair Lady of Iziz: 20/20

 

Veil of Shadows (Light Defensive Escort)

Jendra’s Song: 3/3

Atani’s Vigil: 3/3

The Lucky Pair: 3/3

Xuri’s Resolve: 3/3

Alpha: 2/1

Beta: 2/1

Gamma: 2/1

Omicron: 2/1


 

In Reserve

Abyss Triumphant (Interdiction Cadre)

Bewitching Lover (Interdictor): 9/9

Lovelorn Wraith: 3/3

Lust: 2/1

Envy: 2/1

Desire: 2/1

Betrayal: 2/1


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