[ti]Campaign[/ti]Shroud of Listehol [The Sith Empire]

Objective: 1

Darth Malice and her private bodyguards Valkyrie squad stood ready to disembark as the Tormentor made landfall on Listehol. All of them disembarked the ship as the door opened however Tau, the Chiss pilot remained and once everyone was safely on the planet's surface she flew off with the ship to assist the Eternal Empire in orbit.

Malice looked about at the remaining three members of her personal squad. They knelt before her as they awaited the orders as Malice used her comms device "I have made landfall, everyone don't leave any of these heretics alive. The Shadow cannot be allowed to be revived. 

Omega growled and quickly shot up and over as one of the Shadow Sith had arrived blocking his saber strike. Phi and Theta followed the same action as 3 more Sith turned up leaving Malice chuckling as she was left the remaining one, extending her hand. her saberstaff flew into her hand and ignited "Let's get this party started. All Forced Commence the attack!"

Dancing between the flashing anti-air fire like an acrobat performing a deadly light show in the sky, a lone starfighter braved the city’s defenses again and again. Spinning, rolling, dodging, Astarte skillfully maneuvered her craft to get several victims in sight. None stood a chance against the starfighter’s lasers, incinerated instantly. Pulling up and mockingly playing cat and mouse with the anti-aircraft emplacements again, she circled the city’s outskirts, picking off unarmored or lightly armored targets to pave the way for the true empire’s followers.

She could not deny the Skywalker in her, even if Alina Skywalker was dead; the ruler of Sith had remade her in his image and granted her the name Astarte. Turned a deadly killing machine, Astarte knew no pity or remorse, only obedience and wrath. The dark side’s corruption flowed freely through her body, for every cord of muscle, there was hatred. The time to serve the emperor had come once more. She had come to erase the heretical empire and exterminate its leaders. If she were lucky, the self-proclaimed emperor would die by her hands. It was the emperor's will this world bore the flag of the Sith. The emperor's will would be done. Failure was not acceptable.

Flashing red warnings and blaring alarms brought an unfortunate message. A cluster of homing missiles was on her tail, closing in too fast to avoid. That was her cue to bolt. No amount of skill could save the craft, and thus the pilot sent the starfighter speeding head-first into one of the anti-air cannons and its crew before ejecting herself out. For a second, everyone on the battlefield could witness the Shadow Guard in all her vicious glory, clad in midnight black armor. Astarte’s armored boots thudded against the ground just in time for her to observe the explosive impact. The bright burst of more deaths raised a smile beneath the faceless mask.

The dark side’s presence reigned supreme over the world, empowered by destruction and chaos with each additional death, strengthened by pain, hate and suffering. She breathed it in, inhaling the glorious war and the promise it carried. Listehol’s citizens were lucky. The true emperor’s coming would save them, set them free in ways they could not see yet. War would test them. Break the weak with its violence, yet allow the strong to arise free of chains.

She had landed just between her forces and the heretics. The first to taste her wrath approached, rifles trained at her form, too far away to feel the stinging bite of her pike. One step closer, two steps, and she broke into a run. No hesitation held back her charge. Blaster bolts rushed past her form, whistling around her head, several found their mark and scorched the armorweave cloak or armor. It wasn’t enough to stop the dark warrior. Raising her lightsaber pike, she launched it into the group in a telekinetic throw.

Like a javelin, the weapon raced through the air until its blood red blade buried in the chest of one. The ensuing shock and surprise was enough for her to close the distance between. Albeit unarmed, Astarte lifted a hand, feeling the mystical energy flow through her as she invited it in. Aggression acted as a conductor and guided the raw, untamed power into her body where she purified it in her furnace heart before letting it out. The glorious sensation came immediately and her fingertips unleashed a deadly torrent of crimson energy toward the group. Pure dark side might made manifest, the crackling arm of power reduced its victims to smoldering ash and charred bone.

Opening a palm, she summoned the pike into her grasp and took a moment to admire her handiwork. Taking lives was something she did as casually as breathing, yet could not help but feel grim satisfaction whenever another had been snuffed out by her hands. Stepping over the smoking heap of bones and crushing a skull underfoot, Astarte gazed upon another group sentenced to perish. They noticed her and she tore into them, repeating the tango.

Objective 1:
Yes yes yes! She heard the order from Darth Malice to begin and leave non alive. Well that was most certainly the plan. She raced onto the battle field her saberstaff ignited as she furiously began to defend the blasterfire that headed her way, though she appeared to be of much less concern with people like Malice on the battlefield, leagues above herself. As she approached she heard a warning over the comms about a group of troopers waiting in ambush, five seconds she had, she paused and pulled out her second blade, the saberstaff in one, the single in the other, "Much appreciation," she whispered into the comms to the person who sent her the warning Iona Tendrarin. 

Sure enough in came the troopers, never take them on in their own formation when you're at the disadvantage. She leapt into the air as the began to fire, throwing her single blade into the chest of one and landing on the shoulders of another shoving them into the ground and going into a roll just in time to avoid the fire from another right beside her, there was no time for remarks or looks, she brought her blade upwards twice cutting into the armor with the first twirl then through with the second. Pulling her single blade to her and decapitating the one at her feet just before having to deflect fire one handed from the rest. Wow this was busy!

She roared focusing on her speed to more easily deflect and dodge fire, closing in on her enemies and attacking them from the waist with sideways cuts or stabs to go up into the armor from below the chin or the torso to avoid trying for the thicker plates until she grabbed the firing hand of the last one and brought her foot up against his chin slamming his neck back to let her sever it before ducking down and letting out a breath. Well, this was already getting very active, wonderful, but the battle had only begun. Going into a force rage now might be too early. On the other hand, there would be more troops now then later, which meant getting rid of them all would be easier.

Give it a moment, then decide, she thought, standing up again and moving more carefully now. While she had dispatched them without injury, she had definitely had to put effort into it. It wasn't like the battle with rebels on Yavin, who were so very delicate. These were soldiers and she'd have to treat them like that. She'd rather fight another Sith or a Jedi, they were her specialty, this was really not.

Objective: 1

Darth Malice and her Valkyrie squad fought off the forces that had tried to ambush them. Malice had continued to listen in to the combat reports constantly being fed to her over the comms "I want those anti-air guns destroyed. Once they are down we can bring in assistance. Sith report in I want updates." she ordered out over the comms, she needed to know where the pieces were on the board. She couldn't create a plan on attack without knowing this information.

Valkyrie squad stood around her creating a barrier as Malice knelt down and started to tap into the dark side energies of the planet. This would let her get a quick glimpse of the area but not for long. This technique was new to her but it held promise on the battlefield. She knew they needed to bring down the walls around the city but they just needed to get either an orbital strike of a high power explosive into the foundation of that wall to bring it down.

On a whim she reached out and up to Lady Naefas orbiting the planet and sent her the idea of having one of her ships bombard the walls of the city to aid in their efforts. Malice knew this would cause huge damage to the surrounding area from the impact but what are a few lives in exchange for the thousands that their control over this planet would secure.


Mavi
@astarte
Iona Tendrarin

Two lightsaber wielding Sith approached and Astarte’s helmet concealed a grimace. Keeping both in one line and only fighting one at a time was the key to victory. In a masterful display of efficient footwork, she started pacing counter-clockwise, trying to find an opening. Their rage betrayed them – rather than coming up with strategy of their own, they attacked, rushing the Shadow Guard. Thrusting the pike forth and slashing to the side, she successfully stopped both charges. They waited, hoping to she’d make a slip and create an opening. And she did – letting the first to notice it take advantage of her feigned mistake, allowing him to push her pike’s blade down. With a twirl of her wrists, she brought the phrik shaft about and delivered an impact against his head. Down he went, skull caved in, immediately replaced by the other Sith.

Juyo was a difficult beast to tackle. One had to enjoy the ferocity of combat to unlock its full potential. Demanding both physically and mentally, the form was about domination – giving oneself over to the sensations of battle; hatred toward one’s enemies, fury toward their actions, and fear they would prevail. A mastery of control, it was based on quick strikes and unpredictable attacks without losing control of oneself. As Astarte took aim and fought through the tunnel of rage, she experienced transcendence, joy even. In that moment, she became a perfect being who could not be beaten, at last embraced within Juyo. A vertical slash sliced the second Sith in half.

Receiving the warning of impending bombardment, Astarte did not retreat immediately, focused on dispatching a fresh group of enemies. No sign of uneasiness or rush could be read from her motions, retaining the same style of unparalleled ferocity despite the time pressure. In her hands, the deadly lightsaber pike turned into a viciously humming scythe of death, removing heads and piercing hearts at lightning speed as it felled one foe after another in sure, efficient motions. Once the last trooper went down, never to get up again, Astarte spared the city’s strong walls one last glance and spun around, using the Force and her strenuously trained body to gain as much distance as possible. Like a bullet, she sped past the retreating forces, stopping only once the Force screamed in her head to get down.

Objective: 1

She heard again the person warning her mention something about position being compromised. She thought about helping, but the sniper sounded like she knew what she was doing so Mavi remained, assessing for a new target. Malice called for a report, "Just now getting into the thick of it, this is Mavi Terias." she answered quickly as she pushed into the fight, while she was a melee specialist for certain, there was certainly a lot of blaster fire going on. She really didn't like that but there wasn't much she could do about it, the use of so many blades however she found was especially useful, deflecting furiously back at targets as she closed in.

Up until she heard the order to withdraw and take cover, she didn't let herself hesitate. That sounded like bombardment. She leapt backwards through the air, landing and darting the rest of the way at an angle before slipping behind cover and awaiting the incoming impact that was inevitable. This was war! And Mavi felt herself feeling like she was stronger every moment, it was where she belonged. Battle, destruction, power!