Open Invasion The Annexation of Eiattu

Asminys

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Darth Asminys stood at the viewport of the Marauder-class Corvette, which he had newly rechristened as the Heartsing. The Sith Empire had recognized him with the title of Sith Lord and he had taken the mantle of Darth Asminys. Apparently this meant he had some level of command over assets of the Sith fleet, as limited as that fleet was. Or at least they hadn't told him no when he took command of the battle group. He watched the electric blue storm of hyperspace pass the ship by as his red-gold eyes flicked to the two ships travelling ahead of the Heartsing, the Dagger and the Hammer. Those weren’t the names they had held when he assumed command of them, but he had decided that new names were in order and had renamed them at a glance. Nobody had dared to question him and so they had been rechristened.

He wore a slick black duraplast cuirass with an abdomen plate that would protect his front and back well enough should some errant blaster bolt miraculously make it past his guard. He also wore a robe, a black shroud that concealed him and the pair of lightsabers that rode his hips, its hood drawn up. It was a day of firsts. His gaze scanned the bridge in front of him, settling on each person in his field of view for a moment as his eyes flickered across the room. All the crewmen who met his gaze quickly had something else to do other than look him in the eye. They scurried about like insects scuttling beneath a raised boot.

Klaxons blared as the battle group approached their destination, and the blue prism shrunk into pinpoints that sparkled in the void. In front of the fleet lay their prize, the planet Eiattu 6. In itself an insignificant planet on the galactic front, but it occupied a piece of prime real estate sitting near the fork of two hyperlanes that branched into the territory of the new Sith Empire. Darth Asminys wasn't too concerned with how the planet could be utilized defensively however, his vision expanded beyond that.

A pair of Sphyrna-class hammerhead style corvette’s held position over the planet, earning Darth Asminys' glare with its presence. The ships had not been there the last time he had visited Eiattu.

"Launch fighters and bombers." Asminys' commanding voice rang through the bridge. The Heartsing carried a mixed squadron of eight starfighters and four bombers in its hangar, as well as a quartet of troop transports that were filled with a strike force of droids, soldiers, and Sith, ready to be launched for a ground invasion. "Launch three of the transports as well." One would remain for now.

"Fighters screen the bombers for a run on the Hammerhead, have the Hammer move in for assault and boarding. Those ships belong to me." He ordered, the crew carried his instructions to the appropriate ears. Considering the angle between the Hammerhead and the planet, he charted a path for the invasion force in his head.

"Have the Dagger and it’s fighters escort the transports. They shall stay in its shadow as it flies towards the planet, once there they will land at the palace and seize the king for my arrival. Hail the planet." He finished giving his orders and prepared himself to speak to the king of this planet. Soon he would be king of this planet.

He didn't have to wait long as a projector displayed the king of Eiattu, an old man with a long white beard and a crown on his head. He began to blather and complain almost immediately before Asminys silenced him with a glare. "I am Asminys and I desire your planet. We shall meet shortly, and you will sign this world of yours over to me."

He didn't offer the man a chance to respond, instead waving his hand and signaling an end to the conversation. The hologram faded and he settled his eyes on the world that had lay behind it. The world that would soon be his.

"Once we are in range of the Hammerheads, open fire." He ordered as he watched two groups of ships soar from the hold of the Heartsing, one headed towards the planetary defense ship and the transports heading for the planet itself. The Dagger peeled off from the battle group towards the planet as well, providing a shield for the transports from the enemy corvette if it should decide to focus its fire on them.

The Hammer accelerated to keep up with the fighters as they screamed towards the enemy ship, and the deck under Asminys feet hummed as the Heartsing accelerated as well to close within firing range of its heavy turbolasers.

Satisfied with the opening moves of his battle plan, Asminys turned from the observation window.

"Take command of the bridge." He ordered the captain of the ship before turning away from the viewport "I must meditate on our victory."

With that cryptic statement, Darth Asminys walked out of the command center and to his meditation chamber within the ship. It was actually the captain's chamber, but now it was his. Entering the room and kneeling in the center with his robes spread out around him as he closed his eyes.

He breathed long and deep breaths, letting the world around him fall away as he opened his mind, pushing his consciousness outward. The tendrils of his mind reached out across the ship, and out into the void. The buzz of each mind on the ship began to press against his mind, the beat of each heart, the pulse of each soul. Hope, confusion, excitement, fear. Each heart beat with a different texture of those emotions, and each mind raced with its own thoughts.

How inefficient of the ants in this hive.

He let his anger at the lack of discipline boil over to the surface of his thoughts, his will infused with the Dark side as he drew on its power, pressing his hatred of the enemy into each of the minds that he touched. His mind's will was the one that would guide them to victory, he would not allow the inefficient skittering of bugs to prevent his victory this day. His focus would provide the clarity for their enemy's destruction, his hatred coordinating the instruments available to him as he forced his own will upon the galaxy.


 

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A few days before the invasion force was set to head out to Eiattu, Morgan was in his allotted space on Sullust, near but not inside the fortress, an area he mostly used as an armoury. It was the area most visible to other Sith, military, neat, and sterile. There at a simple metal and wood desk he sat, contemplating an old helmet.

Although it was well polished, it was covered in scratches and even a crack filled in with duraplast composite. The war insignia of an old empire was stamped on each temple, and Sith symbols marked the brow. Morgan had intended to wear it for the invasion, but something gave him pause.

After a solid few minutes of staring at the helmet his expression spread into a soft smile and he placed the helmet back in its box, sealing it tight. "Only for you," he whispered, putting the box into a larger storage crate in the corner of the room. Instead he took up a more modern helmet reminiscent of the old inquisitorius, adjusted for the young Sith's personal standards. The ridiculous neck guard had been reduced in size and moved back and away from the eyes. It would leave the right impression.


He slipped on and sealed the helmet, metal segments sealing into place and revealing the dark visor, and headed out to the hangar. Time to get to work.

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The Magpie streaked through the stars, dropping out of hyperspace near the Dagger. A pair of TIE Elder starfighters popped into existence behind and flanking the modified U-wing on either side, ion engines screaming as they engaged thrust to come around the corvette's side. Weapons powered up and readied, shields flickered to life, and the three small craft turned to follow the four TIE fighters toward the ground assault transports.

The two groups of craft quickly converged in the shadow of the Raider corvette, three transports and their escort of fighters with the pinnace at the center, coursing toward the planet below. Within the Magpie's cockpit a paired pilot and BA-10 astromech guided the craft, coordinated and well used to working together. A young Sith wore a custom tailored suit of Black Ops armour, the usual simple military overtunic replaced by a black, silken surcoat overtop the duraplast plates. His utility belt was buckled overtop the leather obi that closed the coat and bore the weight of his lightsabers, petar, and blaster pistol. A pair of spare power packs for the pistol and the standard variety of other odds and ends were safely tucked away in closed pouches.

Not a hair out of place. Except...

Morgan was in a truly foul mood. In stark contrast to his usual casual cheer or strict military calm, subtle waves of burning anger radiated from the front of the cockpit. He sat straight backed and professionally in the pilot's seat beside his droid, but with a tense clip to his movements that wasn't generally present. The last he'd seen Emryc had been a brief watch of the holonet report detailing his ship crashing after Morgan himself had shot it down, having not trusted someone else to do it right. Neither of them had the opportunity to check on the other with the tight working schedule and the news hadn't confirmed whether Emryc was alive or dead.

The resulting flurry of emotions served as fuel for the fire, consumed and channeled into the deep fury he kept controlled beneath the surface. It seethed and roiled, stoking his bloodlust and eagerness for the fight ahead. Iron fingers tightened against a control stick, reinforced grip creaking in protest, and he had to consciously try and relax them to prevent maneuvering too sharply. Morgan turned in his seat, the thin visor of his helmet regarding the others in the ship, a mix of Sith and rifle-wielding soldiers, two of whom were buckled by the door guns. His eyes turned one Sith (@Lyra Durand) in particular after a moment.


"Remember to stay close, Lyra," he reminded the young and fiery-headed Sith, his voice coming out in a purring, growling baritone only intensified by the helmet's modulator. Morgan paused a moment and tried to dial back the venom that laced his tone before continuing. "I would regret your death." Well, he made the attempt at least.

"We will go direct to the target and get you to security control. Don't worry," he added, sentiment genuine even it sounded like he was about three steps from trying to tear someone's throat out with his teeth.

@Darth Asminys began his battle meditation and that number plummeted precipitously down to two. We do not serve. Fury met hatred and denied its direct guidance, though Morgan did allow the connection and would receive his orders and intent and signal boost the Darth's influence to the others under his command. He knew the plan and tactics well, the rapid blitz of the Sith seeking to overwhelm Eiattu's defenses and take their king. They would not be prepared.


"Magpie on approach, Captain. Taking command," he stated over their secure comms, sending a brief telepathic ping toward Asminys along the line of his will. Morgan was sure his teacher would appreciate the Darth's usage of the technique, and privately reminded himself to continue working on it himself to improve future coordination. He clicked a button to switch the comm line to only include the one specifically for the fighters, transports, and other individuals participating in the ground assault currently on track to breach atmosphere and begin the attack.

"This is Storm Leader. All craft report in."




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It was a somewhat derelict warehouse slash boatyard in Eiattu 6's waterfront capital. Davik sat on the boardwalk smoking a cigarette and just gazed off towards the horizon. Last couple of weeks had been crazy, with him almost losing his ship and then freeing a slave by paying for her new falsified papers by smuggling bootleg Preef Callo movies. It had been quite the relief when Sasha had called him. He's been working in her workshop between their shared nights of passions, hoping, perhaps, that an afternoon of passion could be on the cards if he pulled his weight fixing up engines and rotors. So far it hadn't and the honest day's work fell him hard when it's done day after day after day... really, he was considering whether settling down with Sasha was really something he wanted..

He blew out a mouthful of smoke, failing despite the popping sound he made with his lips to make any kind of form or shape from the greyish smoke that escaped him. "Hmm," Davik smiled and shook his head, "Plenty of smoke breaks ahead to learn," his head fell backwards against the warm durasteel wall, "I guess." He closed his eyes and let the afternoon sun caress his face while he took in the peace and quiet of the waterfront. Perhaps he could, if he tried, learn to enjoy this...

Suddenly alarms started ringing from afar and at first Davik believed it to be a simple siren, but then he heard panicked yells, someone, Sasha no doubt, yelling his name and slowly but surely he thought he recognized some speech coming through the alarms. <<Planet Under Attack>> did he hear that right? His eyes slowly opened and sure enough Sasha stood roughly twenty feet to his right and looked at him with fear-stricken eyes. <<Move to Shelters Immediately>>

For a moment Davik's eyes widened and his heart leaped, but then he remembered the Catscratch and apparently his features changed to something Sasha was able to read. She smiled insincerely and nodded as she stepped back and turned around. Their time together was over, for both knew that Davik was an Ossein at heart and belonged between the stars. Killing the cigarette against the wooden boardwalk, the smuggler got up with a tired groan and turned to his left.. there, about two hundred meters was the entrance to the boatyard where he had stalled his beloved ship while he considered retiring to a life of family values and hard work. <<Multiple Corvettes spotted among Attacking Fleet>>

His hands were itchy.. it was time to see if he could still run a blockade.



 

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In the bowels of the Magpie, the masked figure of Moridin sat cross legged on the floor, playing with a little puppy that had been brought to him by a very confused kid just before they had launched. He might just be an acolyte, but there were those who were below even him, and his whims were law to them. It was like a food chain, and right now the puppy playing carelessly in front of him might as well be at the very top of it. He had known it for a day, but if anything happened to it he would kill everyone and then himself.

It was at the gathering on Sullust that he had first encountered the Sith's new fascination with puppies, and though helpful Sith had tried to explain it further to him over drinks, it was only over the course of this journey he had understood why. They were adorable, painfully so, and he had developed a bond with it unlike any that he had shared with anything or anyone. So as the ship dropped out of hyperspace and final preparations for the assault began, it was with a bittersweet smile on his lips that he got to his feet, the puppy in his hands.

"Let's go little one," he said with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to the the appearance his armor and helmet gave him, "I have an heiress to catch."

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Why was he here? Because the credits were too good to pass up. He was working with the Sith (who he hated) against possible Jedi (who he also kind of hated) and maybe some very lost Sector Rangers (who he didn't hate but he wouldn't lie down and get arrested for either). It was a lot of emotions but all of them were smoothed by the simple, cold, numbers and they were VERY pretty numbers.

So he showed up.

And he showed up early.

As a private citizen with no outstanding warrants for his arrest and no ties to the Sith or Jedi, he had been allowed to land on Eiattu a few days before the invasion began. He sold the illusion by doing some PI work in the mean time; finding out who was cheating on who and the like. And spending his time in the local bar to the Palace, close enough to see the Palace from it's bear garden, of course.

He was just settling in for his second pint of the afternoon when the announcements began to sound. It was with regret that he left his pint, moving upstairs to the room he rented in the bar for the duration of his 'work trip'. Having long since grown accustomed to wearing his armor during the day, he didn't need to suit up so much as arm up. Though he had made the decision to swap out his whipcord thrower for a grapple line.

Snapping his helmet into place over his head, he armed up. Slinging his new rifle over his back, he made sure he had a trio of clips for it and the same for his holstered pistol. His vibrosword strapped to the opposite side as his pistol, he lotted the knife into place in it's holster under his left arm, hidden by coat and arm both.

Time to go to work then he supposed - they had been nice enough to give some of his fee in advance in the form of the very... pretty new rifle. He started mumbling a half-remembered shanty to himself as he left his room to head to the rooftop.

"Yaren soran... soran... soran..."



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Tiamat sat in silence and stillness.

She had seen the holonews reports prior to their jump to hyperspace about Emryc's ship; she would have known if he had perished in the attack, her fingers twitched just slightly as she grasped on their bond in the Force, looking for the string to tug free, but that feeling never came. He was fine, but her mind shuffled as to who could have been flying the TIE fighter and how badly hurt he was from the accident.

Her attention came back as she focused on the invasion as they readied to exit hyperspace. She heard Morgan speak and she looked up, her gaze steeled to the name he had just spoken. She forgotten there were some who still knew her by her given name; Morgan was one. He knew she lacked experience in such a major operations, and Tiamat had hoped when she did walk into battle, it would have been Emryc at her side, however, she had Morgan and she felt just as honored in joining him at his side. The corner of her lip curled slightly as he mentioned he would regret her death. He briefed her again too, she had lost count how many times he told her where she would and her purpose, but she wouldn't forget.

She closed her fingers into fists and rotated her wrists to warm up her joints, she had felt she had been sitting too long and was ready for some movement and by the way Morgan sounded, perhaps he was also. She admired the reflective gold toned inlay that decorated her armored plates of the refitted black ops armor. It would be a start, the black was still underwhelming and had forgone the helmet to avoid covering her face. It would feel like it created a false fear in her opponents, she would rather have them witness the fire of her hair and the pierce of her gaze when she dug her saber through. Not some metal clamshell with eyes.

Moving to stand behind Morgan, she rested her palm on the head rest of the seat, holding herself steady from the slight turns of the ship. "I will be by your side as Tiamat." she corrected, trying not to sound too pretentious, "I hope this doesn't take too long, I still have not had one of my muffins yet." she continued, biting back a smile of pride from being able to bake something possibly the first time in her life.



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Lian didn’t much care for the ongoing public-relations crisis, admittedly. His purpose was not to present himself well to the press, or to deliver carefully constructed statements. No, it was to live by the Code. It was to defend those who could not defend themselves. To defend the values of justice, equality, and peace. Perhaps it was this honest, straightforward attitude that got Lian selected to help re-assure the ruling monarch of Eiattu 6 of the nature of the Jedi Order. Perhaps it was something else. Whatever the case, Lian had found himself as part of an organised diplomatic mission to Eiattu 6, having only arrived the previous day with a group of others that he was yet to properly get to know. The planet had reached out to the Jedi Order regarding the events of the recent holo-transmission, the proximity of Eiattu to Sullust evidently drawing their attention. It was still unusual for Lian, working so often in groups was a far cry from the solo assignments he was used to. Nevertheless, the mission seemed to have, on the whole, been progressing well. Two Hammerhead Corvettes had transported the group to the planet, which now hung idly above Eiattu 6, waiting to return home with their passengers below. If all kept the current pace, they would probably not be around much longer – something Lian was thankful for. Even this small excursion into politics had been enough for him.

Returning his focus to the present situation, Lian’s mind stopped wandering. He, and others from the delegation, were currently gathered in the throne room of the Royal Palace. It was a grand compound with lavishly decorated interiors, high-ceilinged halls and servants perpetually hurrying around, fixated on carrying out what must have been a never-ending list of tasks. Lian had found particular pleasure in the gardens of the compound, which were immaculately maintained for the enjoyment of the royal family and guests which, on this rare occasion, was Lian – a simple Jedi Knight from Tatooine. His current attire reflected this status, wearing the simple and traditional robes of the Jedi Order in hues of creams and browns. His gaze drifted to the King sat atop his throne, who was currently addressing them. The King himself was an elderly man who, while Lian wasn’t sure he could really describe him as a benevolent ruler, certainly gave the impression of a man who genuinely cared for the wellbeing of his people – even if this was perhaps behind the snobbish, self-important exterior that no doubt comes to many groomed for rule from birth.


“This system is, as you all kno-“, the King found himself suddenly interrupted from his address by the sound of ringing alarms, screeching to life. Lian would have almost been thankful for the interruption to the never-ending speech, but the flustered words from administrators rushing into the hall soon alerted those within to the gravity of the situation.

“Ships, dropping out of hyperspace! Corvettes, fighters!”, the administrators and security personnel yelled as they each read information coming in on their datapads. They barked over one-another, the surprise and shock betraying their efforts to maintain strict discipline. The King himself turned his attention to a stocky man stood beside him who, though had been present for all audiences with the King, had not uttered a word. His Head of Security, or similar function, most-likely. The man was more disciplined than the rest, certainly, as he calmly issued orders over his headpiece. Orders were given to mobilise garrisons and air-defence batteries, but the hall soon fell silent at the call of an incoming transmission which was displayed before the King atop his throne. The King himself began to prattle off some incensed words before being quieted, “"I am Asminys and I desire your planet. We shall meet shortly, and you will sign this world of yours over to me."

Lian felt the gravity of the words. Whatever defences the planet had, it wasn’t ready for this. He cast a glance to his companions in the hall, though before he could speak to them his attention was caught by an urgent call toward them from the King who now seemed more panicked than before.

“Jedi! My grand-daughter… she should not be here for this. I don’t intend to let this planet fall to any invader today, but if it should… I need to know she’s safe.” His tone lowered, his next words betraying his attempts to maintain his authoritative veneer – instead revealing what is perhaps most natural to all human-beings, a love for family. “…she’s in her quarters, probably. Just across the gardens, in the compound. I need her to be safe. Jedi, get her. Get her out of here, to safety. Please.

Lian stepped forward instantly at that. The King felt more like a man, now. Not a distant ruler – a sentient being, worried for those he loved most.

“Of course, your majesty.” If the heiress was there, she was not far – and still within the palace compound.

He had his task. With that, Lian gave a confident nod towards the companions he had travelled with – he knew they would make themselves useful however they could in aid of the defenders. After all, this was their purpose. To defend those who could not defend themselves.
 
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Captain Tiberius Stryker had found himself in a place he never thought he would. He had served the Tol Amn military firmly for almost his entire life and in one action, the arrival of supplies in the form of Senator Zale, he found himself abandoning his post. Taking those who would volunteer, he struck out across space and wound up playing taxi service for a host of Jedi and their companions following a recent holo transmission. So, here he was in the hallway outside the great hall of the Palace of Eiattu 6's king.

The rugged Captain seemed all but out of place and his eyes kept moving. Several of his men were currently with him in the palace, though a vast majority were still aboard The Dauntless, still orbiting the planet. In terms of transport planetside, they had taken two of his LAAT/I's. The one that bore him and the Jedi was somewhere in the royal hangars and the other was elsewhere in the city. Feeling a tad too out of place, the Captain would step out into the courtyard, where he lit a cigara and took a nice long pull on it. So far, it was just another beautiful day, despite them being in the shadow of the reborn Sith Empire.

Suddenly, his comm would blink and he'd answer it. "Captain Tiberius. Go ahead, Varek."

"Captain, enemies in the system! It's a trap!" came the frantic warning from the Admiral of The Dauntless. "Caution, enem-" he'd be cut off as surely enemy fighters and bombers began to target the comm relay on the ships.

Tiberius was about to warn the others when all over the alarms began to sound. Eiattu 6 was under attack. The Sith had come. Cigar clamped between his teeth, the Captain would begin to ascend the steps back into the palace, Matilda in hand. He was just happy he had his full kit with him. "Chester, RIngo, Zax. Get your lousy asses moving. We got ourselves a little situation."

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Muse

As she promised her Cadre-brother, she was here.

Asminys had been there to help her conquer Malastare. She was here to help him conquer Eiattu.
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They had both bathed in the deepest depths of the Dark Side during their upbringing. The Cadre-masters forced them to face the Dark, forced them to embrace it and it's saporous madness. Memories of those times and their submittance to the Dark Side fuelled them, but they both knew it made their relationship dangerous, even as siblings. The symbiotic nature of their relationship was sometimes the only way they kept it stabilized.

Her ship, the Void, dropped out of hyperspace near the Dagger, two of her cultists at the helm. Darth Malicia stood motionless behind them in her Cadre-armor, hood pulled up and yellow eyes locked forward.

Darkness writhed and spun and pulsed through her veins.

She was ready.

Her mind was swimming with the amount of life around. Though she was a monster alone, the truth was the real beast laid beneath her flesh: her hunger. The incorporeal form of her need to drain and devour life. Ever since discovering the instinct during her battle with that Jedi Master on Tatooine, it had plagued and drove her forward. It had given her power beyond her imagination, and took control away from her.

And it was begging to be let out. It knew they were close to landing, that she was going to give into it.

 

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The thrumming heartbeat of the hive began to reach a crescendo as the pair of corvettes entered firing range. Darth Asminys could feel the excitement, the fear, the sorrow and every other emotion that channeled through the hearts of the crew members and pilots. He pushed it all away and replaced it with rage. A burning hatred that only wished to see their enemies suffer before their inevitable defeat as he plunged the blade that was this fleet into the heart of the enemy formation.

The twin heavy turbolasers of the Heartsing thrummed through the ship as they opened fire on the leading Sphyrna-class corvette, hammering at its shields in concert with the Hammer's own pair of quad light turbolasers. He felt a flicker of terror through the haze of hate as one of his soldier ants was snuffed out, the lead TIE fighter exploding under the hammerhead's defensive barrage as they screamed through space. The squadron closed the distance rapidly and swooped underneath the first corvette, their lasers blasting apart the corvette's communications array to quiet their transmission. He felt the excitement of the bomber pilots as they unleashed their first volley of ion torpedoes on the ship, the shields giving out under the combined assault of turbolaser fire to send ion electricity dancing across the surface as the ship went dark.

The Hammer closed the distance, returning fire with the remaining Sphyrna as it moved in to dock with the disabled one, light turbolaser fire splashing off its shields as they continued to hold for the moment. It would use the crippled hammerhead as a shield from fire as it moved in to dock on the far side, forcing the remaining defender to choose a new target or risk blasting their allied ship apart. Darth Asminys felt the fear and excitement of the boarding crews and pushed their minds to a fever pitch, their thoughts filled with eagerness for combat. Soon they would be aboard the disabled corvette and engaged in bloody deck to deck combat that would see many dead. The fear of their own deaths was not a thought he allowed to cross their minds. The Heartsing shifted its target as well to fire volley after volley of heavy fire on the remaining un-crippled ship.

The Dagger accompanied the landing force into high orbit, skimming the atmosphere over the planet. The invasion was carried out at a swift pace and only a half dozen fighters had managed to take off from the planet as of yet. They streaked towards the landing craft's fighter escort from below, weaving through volleys of laser fire from the anti-fighter corvette before breaking off their run as two of them exploded in the air. The assault shuttle's escort fighters chasing down the survivors to put an end to their petty resistance.

Hanging high above the palace like a knife pointed at its heart, the Dagger's long range sensor's scanned the palace, locating anti-air emplacements as well as the palace hangar that was scrambling with pilots preparing to launch their fighter craft to repel the invaders. Green streaks plummeted from the sky as the ship's light turbolasers reached down to send destruction raining from the heavens, the palace hangar exploding in a fiery inferno. Explosions would rock the palace as Darth Asminys guided the minds of the gunner crews to decapitate the palace's anti-air defenses, screams filling the air as the surgical strike ringed the palace and left its defenses bare while leaving the palace itself mostly intact.

The landing craft's engines roared as they soared down towards the palace plaza, their laser turrets lighting up any movement that the gunners could see as the ships touched down to discharge their cargo of heavily armed soldiers and combat droids who immediately rushed to engage any palace defenders, take important prisoners, and seize the palace. TIE fighters buzzed the palace, flying by close to fill the halls with the distinctive screams of their twin ion engines much to the terror of those inside.

The Sith had come to Eiattu 6. And they had come to stay.

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Orion Shattou would be wearing his basic white and black robing. Underneath he wore armor weave underneath so he could be flexible and have some protection. His blindfold was tight across his face as the Miraluka would use the force to see and move around him. Through the force it was like he could see perfectly as if he had eyes. The details, textures, peoples hair colors, He could see everything clear as day in his mind. He was quiet as his custom light saber hung off a belt on his hip as he stood there. He was apart of the boarding party to take the Sphyrna corvette. Standing next to a bunch of marines that were heavily armed and seemed focused, The Miraluka would smirk as he gathered in his thoughts quietly. He never needed much, he was a quiet Sith but had a deadly bite. Keeping to himself and always using his mind allowed him to focus much more easily than most as he could never cloud his thoughts considering its what he needed to see and focus on. The Sith was called to serve the order and he would never dare to say no.

The hissing sound from the locking station would sound off as the boarding party ship began to detach from the Hammer. The cover the escort ship had was impeccable as the Hammer and Tie fighters were laying down pure hell on to those who opposed them and stood in their way. The Hammer would begin to slowly become distant as the Escort with the Sith on it would push quickly towards the disabled Sphyrna corvettes ship. The marines stood in row as Orion stood in front of the ramp. The Pilots would call out over the communication net. "Closing in, Boarding through their docking station in 30seconds." As the escort ship finally entered the docking bay it would begin to get hit with blaster bolts as they would impact the ships outer shield and reflect off in different directions. The legs would extend out as it finally touched the ground and the back of the ramp would drop.

"Anyone in our way..Dies."

Orion would extend his hand and let the force push his light saber hilt into his hand as he flicked it on briefly with his thumb. His free hand he would let the force bring his robes hood over his head as the ramp slowly would be going down. Far enough the Orion could use the force to see through the small gap as it got bigger as the ramp lowered. It became low enough blaster bolts began to come in as he quickly used his lightsaber to reflect them. The marines began to push out returning fire as a scattered one would get hit and fall lifeless. The inside of the docking bay was a mess as fighters were knocked over, fuel hoses on the ground by the knocked out fighters, wires hanging from the ceiling and in the backdrop was the battle happening before them all.


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Lorcan

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Lorcan was still humming when he reached the rooftop but he was beginning to regret never having gotten himself a jetpack. Mandos might have made them famous but they didn't own the exclusive rights to them so it might be something he could focus on improving his armor with actually... but that was a quest for later.

Work to be done before then.

Moving across the rooftop at speed, he used his speed to make the leap across a fairly narrow gap between the two buildings. Running across rooftops had never been a favorite hobby of his but it was something every growing Coruscanti boy should get used to. Though he had never really done it while turbolaser fire was slamming into buildings and making the damned planet feel like it was shaking.

Thankfully the orbital stuff was on his side and he had quite a bit of ground to cover first before he was in their way. Watching the lasers slowly come to a stop, he pushed himself harder. With his weapons stored he was able to pump both his arms and legs as hard as he could in preparation for the biggest jump he had to make.

"Thread the eye of the needle... thread the eye of the needles and... go!"

Making the leap at his top speed, Lorcan thrust his right hand out and launched his grapple line. The line flew true, catching in the stone and metalwork of the palace's damaged exterior wall. He braced himself, swinging into the wall. Hurt but between his armor, helmet and naturally thick skull? He'd be alright.

Slowly, he pulled himself up his grapple line to the top of the wall. Pulling himself over onto the top of the wall, he detached the grapple line and started moving slowly forward along the top of the wall. Reaching a guard post with half a wall missing, Lorcan took advantage of the confusion of the situation to knife the lone living guard in the base of his skull before setting him down beside his dead fellows. Un-slinging his new rifle, he rested it atop the corpse of the guard, laying down among the three dead guards (one of them was chunky soup though) and surveyed the inner palace gardens and the building itself with his in-helmet vision mode instead.

He tapped at his com-link, sending three bursts of silence down the line. The pre-agreed message that he was in place to provide overwatch without actually saying anything in case the lines were monitored.


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Darth Malicia

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The Void broke through the planets atmosphere, aimed for the palace. Taking advantage of the cover provided, it was not long before the craft landed right by it's target. Malicia could already sense the amount of life closing in. Place guards poised themselves to fire at what would come from the Void.

Their mistake.

Unclipping her lightsaber from it's belt, the Darth went to the ships doorway. Hissing escaped the mechanics as it opened, revealing the small Darth. As soon as she was a target she ignited her lightsaber, batting away the bolts firing at her. Malicia began to move forward, each step removing another piece of control away from her.

And then, the last piece of self control was gone when her second foot hit the ground. Her free hand raised and dark, writhing tendrils screamed out from her. Pouring outward, gripping the men nearest to her, wrenching out their life force as they took their final breaths to scream.

Malicia soaked in the guards lives, keeping her senses out for trouble but devouring and enjoying every single morsel. All around her the lights in the eyes of the men went out and their empty corpses fell, littering the ground. She continued forward, just like her tendrils. They spread, bathing the field in her power and darkness. She kept her lightsaber up to bat off what she must, but very quickly the men more distantly away realized that staying in her path was a very, very bad idea.

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Darth Stolas

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A series of call-backs ran through the Magpie's comms, the various fighters and transports under his command reporting in. He nodded stiffly, fingers flexing again across his control surfaces. Not long now.

His helmet tilted slightly as the red-headed girl approached from behind, confirming it was her footsteps and not someone else's, and turned back around to face front. Morgan was quiet for a moment after she spoke, a hand flipping over several controls to adjust power levels and intertial compensator settings. The maneuver he had in mind was going to be a bit rough.


"So you will. Tiamat," he replied, flipping over a final control that caused the sound in the ship's thrusters to intensify. "Save one for me. And, hold on tight." His hand tapped the comms control on his station, sending another message to the assault force. "I'd keep that dog close if I were you!" he warned Moridin, somehow doubting he particularly wanted it to become chunky wall salsa when the Gs hit.

"Move in on my mark," he commanded. The battle began properly around them, though the Dagger provided them cover and concealment. Enemy fighters moved to engage but were screened by TIEs, the two Elders chasing after them when they broke away to finish them off. Without fighters or corvettes in their way, he decided it was time.

"DIVE!" he growled through comms and maxed out the ship's acceleration, the assault group following suit. The ships hit atmosphere, screaming TIE fighters and the Dagger's laser cannons sweeping across enemy craft that tried to rise to challenge them. The Magpie's guns fired along with them, the craft suddenly banking left to avoid a series of shots and reducing a bold fighter's cockpit to burning slag. A pair of soldiers moved from their seats to the door guns and the Magpie's ground sweeper emerged from its compartment beneath the cockpit.

Morgan triggered the afterburners to shoot ahead of the ordinary transports, streaking across the sky with the roar of overtuned engines. The Dagger rained fire down upon the palace defenses ahead of him, but Morgan didn't slow his course. The bombardment stopped and the assault group came in at speed, the Magpie passing overhead Lorcan's overwatch point and finally beginning to slow. Paired concussion missiles armed, targeted, and fires toward the large reinforced window of the throne room, impacting and sending spiderweb cracks across the surface.

Laser fire finished the job and the window exploded inwards, raining shattered glassteel down upon the security personnel nearest the window. The Magpie swept in, side doors open and spewing automatic fire, blue bolts joined by the heavy red of the ground sweeper as the U-wing drifted into a turn, the back end thrusters scorching a pair of guards and clipping another to send him broken and bleeding to the floor.

The craft finally stopped with the cockpit facing the shattered-open window and Dante took control of the repeating cannon, bursts from it and the one door gun still facing the room cutting down and suppressing more guards. With the majority of defense forces focusing on the assault ships outside, the throne room itself was more than a little unprepared for the sudden and dynamic entry of the Sith dropship. Soldiers leapt out the door facing away from the center of the room, spreading out and sighting targets from behind the cover of the shielded ship.

Morgan leapt from his seat lightsaber in his right, and hopped down from the open door, crimson blade ignited and eyes sweeping the room. They settled on the obvious Jedi (@Lian Sheffield), spared from laser fire due to his proximity to the king on his throne who was a priority capture along with his heir, the princess. He began to quickly stalk toward the Jedi, guard up at a 45 degree angle in front of him. A furious growl rose from the young Sith's throat, amplified and deepened by the helmet's modulator.


"How much blood do you have, Jedi? I'm very curious!"


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Davik Lorso

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The 200 hundred meter dash left Davik winded as a kriffed-bantha and the first thing he did when he reached the gate was put his hands on his knees and playing a song using nothing but his wheezing breath. Alright, it wasn't a song. Getting the control of his breathing back, the smuggler opened the lock of the boatyard's fence and started passing the first couple of stalled boats as with long strides as his eyes turned to the skies every couple of seconds. The sounds of incoming ships, crashing through the atmosphere at high speed was a screaming reminder that he had to hurry the kriff up.

It took him just under a minute to find the Catscratch again and he gained access to his body using his keycard and a passcode, for one couldn't be too careful when leaving your ship in an unsupervised boatyard. There was some dust here and there, but then again Davik and Sasha had been in there a few days ago to spend a romantic night away pretending to be among the stars, so it wasn't like the engine hadn't been used for weeks, right? Kark he hoped so.

Planting himself into the cockpit chair he started with the pre-flight checklist, skipping all boxes that spoke of opening comms with local flight controllers and he literally pulled the plug out of his AIS system. He wasn't so foolish to think the government's automated turrets wouldn't fire on him. After all, military vessel like the attacking fleet didn't even have an AIS and to combat that the turrets were definitely set to fire at everything that didn't have that special transponder Eiattu's own fleet used. What it provided him was anonymity while he needed it. No one would recognize the catscratch while it was parked between boats somewhere on the outskirts of town, but he was awfully close to the palace itself and kriiiiiif...

Davik watched in shock how TIE fighters and an U-wing crashed into the palace at a speed that would kill ordinary men on impact. These Sith were crazy! Worried one would accidentally crash into his baby, Davik just threw away the list. "Alright, Davik-" he hyperventilated on purpose to amp up his adrenaline levels, "-lights off, indicators off, external comms off. You're flying her as if she were a speeder until you're well out of town."


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Tiberius would make his way up the stairs and into the Palace as enemy fighters screamed overhead, some of them being brought down by the anti air defenses, others not so much. Two enemy troopers would run his way and Matilda drifted from one to the next, two shots into each ones helm and dropping each of them. Scum. Cowards. They came to E6 to die and that was the end of it.

All over, his comms were blaring as some of his men were holding various lines on the planet. "Captain! Sector four is heavy, do not reinforce! We will hold as long as we can!"

"Captain! Sector six is faltering, but we're in the fight!"

His boys were dying for a planet that wasn't theirs. He snarled as he entered the throne room, seconds after a large crash would shake the building. Those karks really landed in the throne room. He turned to the men with him. "Ringo, Zax, link up with the Jedi and the princess. Get them off-world and make copies of this. Send it to the FWA, the Republic, and get it to various worlds of the Independent Systems as well as the Jedi."

Ringo, his sergeant would take the device. "Aye Captain. We'll head for the princess and get her off this rock. Been an honor, sir."

Tiberius gave a curt nod and would pat his sergeant on the shoulder. "Chester, you with me?"

Chester would gulp. "Aye Captain, let's get her done." As they entered the throne room, Ringo and Zax would dart off to find the princess.

Entering the throne room, the scene was absolute chaos. Troopers, Jedi, Sith, and the King. Although a sight did give him a smile, various enemies using the ship for cover. Oh those precious, fools. The Captain would point out the craft. "Chester, hit it!" Raising his left arm, Chester would aim and fire his wrist rocket at the craft, just above their heads. He didn't need to destroy the craft, just use the hull to amplify the blast. On the direct hit, the blast would devastate the men behind cover. "Get to cover and lay down suppressive fire! Jedi! This way!" He expelled the empty cell for the rocket and loaded up another. He then activated his comm, "All stations, fall back and collapse on the throne room, we'll make our stand here!"

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Orion Shattou

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Orion Shattou would watch as the Marines made a heavy push to get into the hangar. The Miraluka would be steadfast as he pushed through the middle of the docking bay. A couple guards would fire blaster bolts at the Sith only to receive the bolts back at them from the deflection of his light saber. The last few of the remaining soldiers protecting the hangar would be pushed back to the entrance door that lead to the rest of the ship. They were a small group trying to fortify their position by using the rubble and debris as cover to keep the Sith and Marines from advancing. They were dug in and kept the marines held back as Orion would use the force to glance over and see their position. A slick smirk spreading across his face as he channeled the force and kept focus while he pushed himself off the ground and sailing in the air 20ft over the soldiers position. Moving easily in the air as the gunfire below was constant from the Marines and soldiers trying to push one another.

With the Soldiers focused on the marines attempting to get to them they would fail to see the Sith way over head as Orion landed behind them with his back to the door they were protecting. Letting his lightsaber ignite once more as the sound made a couple of them turn around in horror only for the look of their face to remain on their detached heads as the Lightsaber sizzled against their flesh. Another soldier would turn to see the Miraluka and try to fire off a bolt as he lifted his arms up with his blaster rifle to point at the Sith. The length of Orions lightsaber was close enough as he brought it up with speed it would sever the arms of the soldier and send him to the floor in agony.

The last of the small group would be two soldiers who threw down their arms and pleaded for mercy. Orion would stare at them through the force with his blindfold physically on as the Marines pushed up to his position and began to put charges on the door. "Please..I have kids..Please" Orion would put the hilt of the lightsaber to his temple as he ignited it and sent the glowing red light go directly through the soldiers skull. Brains and blood would fly out as the bottle toppled over lifeless. The last soldier looked horrified as Orion snapped his fingers as one of the Marines quickly put a blaster bolt through his head execution style. Turning to see the rest of the Marines planted the charges he would step back as they clacked off. The lound hissing of the charges going off as the whole was cut through. Marines began pushing into the hallways only meeting small pockets of resistance as they spearheaded their way to the bridge with Orion alongside them.


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Lian Sheffield

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As soon as Lian accepted his task from the King, he started to make his way towards an exit at the rear of the throne room that would lead to the royal accommodations, the heiress hopefully within. At the same time, palace guards began to shore up defences around the main entrance to the royal hall, on the other side of which was the besieged compound plaza. Tables were flipped to provide some measure of cover, gun crews set-up E-webs, and other guards took position behind thick pillars lining either side of the hall. Their guns were trained on the main entrance, audible ‘clicks’ filling the air as the safeties were disengaged. “Eiattu won’t fall today!”, he heard the King exclaim smugly to those who would listen. The situation outside was, according to comm chatter, not good, but the stubborn old man evidently felt safe in his palace all the same. Lian doubted he’d ever experienced a battle before.

Lian was but only a few steps from making it through the rear exit of the throne room when the roar of an almighty explosion preceded a violent tremor that shook the throne room, stopping Lian in his tracks as he steadied himself. It soon became clear that the adjacent hangar bay had been struck – targeted by the corvette hanging above perilously. The blasts had ignited not only the craft, but the fuel depots and storage tanks also, amplifying the blast tremendously. Moments later, and just as Lian started towards the exit once more, the throne room darkened. The rays of warm sunlight were snuffed out as a craft flew towards the large, decorative window that sat above the main entrance. Where it typically provided natural lighting to the hall, and offered what was a beautiful view of the perfectly aligned sun, it now offered a view that instilled fear into the hearts of the guards within. The enemy would not come through the fortified, grand entrance to the hall – but from above.

This drew Lian’s attention, and as he slowly pivoted to catch the scene behind him, the vessel broke through the window with an explosive barrage. Shards of glass splintered throughout the hall with tremendous force, violently impacting the guards below who fell to the ground with agonised screams. Immediately, the vessel breached the empty space where there was once a window, and unleashed a hail of laser fire on the defenders within who were caught entirely by surprise. The e-web crews were slaughtered before they even had a chance to respond, and individual guards found themselves supressed behind whatever cover they could find. Even those who did manage to fire off a few bolts of return fire would only see their shots bounce harmlessly off the craft’s hull. The defenders within were entirely overwhelmed, and disembarking troops from the hostile vessel soon added to the chaos of the situation as laser fire filled the hall.

Only the area immediately surrounding the King was spared which, thanks to his proximity just behind the throne, included Lian. All around the hall, he saw death. Guards screamed for help that would not come, and tried in vain to co-ordinate with one another over the heavy noise of laser-fire.

“Get over there!”, “There’s too many of them!”, “Help!”

The situation was lost, and Lian knew it. It had deteriorated remarkably fast, and having already wasted precious few seconds observing the chaos, his mind returned to the task at hand. The princess. Before he could turn to make his escape, however, his attention was caught by a darkly-clad figure leaping elegantly from the cockpit, igniting a saber of blood-red. The Sith (@Morgan Ali). Lian stood out in his robes, and his association with the Order was obvious – something the Sith had not missed as he yelled to him, angling his blade and stalking towards Lian. He understood the posture. The Sith was measuring up his opponent, itching for a fight.

It was one Lian knew he could not give. If he fought here, the princess had no chance. It didn’t even matter if he thought he could win the fight. All the Sith had to do was engage him, and it wouldn’t be long before Lian was overwhelmed by the attackers who would soon overrun the palace grounds completely. If he fought, he lost… and yet, Lian found himself with no other choice as his opponent began to close the gap between them.

Silently, without returning a quip to the Sith, he opened his right palm and felt his lightsaber thrust into it instantaneously. He didn’t engage it, however, and kept taking slow steps of his own back toward the exit. If the Sith attacked – which by all accounts it looked as though they would – he would be forced to defend himself. There was no way out of it.

With his back against the rear exit, Lian could see the laser-fire starting to lessen. There were fewer people still alive to fire their weapons. It turned out he was not the only one in the room who understood the futility of the situation, with the Head of Security who had been by the King’s side throughout yelling so as to be heard above the remaining sounds of blaster-fire.

“Your Majesty, come on! On me, you three!”. It was clear that he was to make a run for it while they still had something of a chance, no matter how slim. Lian’s eyes kept steady on the Sith approaching him. If they were to fight, then so be it.

If, however, the Sith decided to prevent the attempted escape of the King, Lian would take but several more steps back and find himself, finally, on the other side of the rear exit to the throne room. He would ignite his saber and bring it down to slash the security panel beside it, the security door slamming shut with a hiss. It wouldn’t hold the forces back forever, but it would buy him time, even if only a few seconds. At this point, everything mattered.

He would, if the Sith had earlier disengaged, then begin an all-out sprint down the hall. This was the only chance he was going to get.




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Darth Tiamat

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She felt power to hear her name spoken out loud by Morgan. It seemed as though it was always her name, always who she was, but it wasn't until recently did she discover the potential that it would unlock, unlike her given name that held a legacy of shame and held her back from true potential. She watched as Morgan flipped switches along the console and the Sith woman braced herself for the incoming battle turbulence. Tiamat listed to the comm chatter that was loud with commands and yells of either successes or mishaps, filling the cockpit with a symphony of war and inspiring her contribution to this stepping stone to other worlds. The siege in front of them seemed chaotic from any outsider, but it was calculated, controlled, and the death that pierced the Force would make way for stronger warriors. Shifting her footing and grounding herself with the Force, Tiamat watched as the turbo fire from anti-air defenses streaked across the viewport, her jaw falling agape in awe from the intensity.

Morgan gave his command as the ship accelerated; Tiamat braced herself, feeling the natural force of the speed of the ship threatening to overtake anyone who underestimated. She watched as they came closer to the palace, the U-wing taking out the defense cannons and allowing them to pass through Eiattu's underwhelming defensive line. However, Morgan did not slow, and instead they would enter the palace in the only way that seemed fitting for him. The large window of the throne room that looked out onto the city below blasted inward as the glass and steel gave to the impact of the ship's firepower. Tiamat watched as the cannons tore through guards and civilians alike, many falling into shock, their faces frozen in the terror as death would take its time.

Tiamat would follow Morgan as they exited into the throne room and he called out to the Jedi (@Lian Sheffield) who stood solo and bravely against the Sith Forces. Tiamat could respect such tenacity.

Her own saber hilt was grasped tightly in her palm and though she thought the better idea if one were outnumbered would be to run, she was surprised to see more running into the fight (@Rhogar); as the Captain called out to his men to fire onto the Sith, the Force grasped the one named Chester, launching him backwards into the scorched marbled wall before he could successfully aim his wrist rocket. The girl took her attention to Stryker, the Jedi was now retreating and the Captain would do best to follow the Jedi if he wanted to keep his life.

 

Darth Malicia

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It was not long before only empty corpses littered the area around the small Darth. The ones she hadn't pulled into her void fell back, perhaps to secure the throne room. With life no longer in close proximity to her, Malicia was able to regain a small portion of control over herself. She could sense two Sith already in the throne room and so she continued forward to a locked door on the side of the palace.

Bringing her saber forward, she cut a way through the door. A sizzling filled the air between screams and blaster fire, and soon she stepped through into a hallway.

Empty, yellow eyes snapped to the surroundings and... caught view of the princess. It seemed she was running. Perhaps to rescue her father, or to use the escape that had just been cut through? Either way, Malicia's cloaked figure turned to face the princess, blocking her path onward.

"Tell me, princess," the Darth breathed her words through her mask, her empty eyes locked forward. "What is it you fear?" The Darth stood still after, waiting for an answer, or for guards to show up or for the princess to try to run.

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