Consolidation The Fall and Death of Kethess V [DEFENCE UPDRAGE, KETHESS V]

[Nodafar]

The engines roar the hulking warship forth, into the void, as the many turbolaser batteries rotate into life... The following warships accelerate, as the hyperdrive's bleeding radiation explodes, casting one after the other the ships of the armada into hyperspace...

And so, the war for Kethess V... Had begun...



Kethess V is a breathtaking jungle world, teeming with untamed beauty and danger. Near its towering volcanic mountains, ancient trees with molten bark rise like fiery sentinels, their surfaces shimmering with a blend of lava and minerals.
Crystals formed by immense heat and pressure adorn the terrain, said by some to possess the brilliance and intensity to ignite stars themselves.
This planet is far from lifeless tho it’s a crucible of survival, home to predators shaped by its unique force nexus, which drives the evolution of extraordinary and often terrifying lifeforms.

Despite its raw majesty, only two settlements cling to existence on Kethess V,
their survival dependent on technology and the protection of a minimal fleet orbiting high above.
From such heights, the settlements are mere pinpricks of light,
indistinguishable from the dazzling stars in the planet's radiant night sky.
Kethess V is free of light pollution, offering an unspoiled vista of the cosmos an awe inspiring display that evokes both hope and wonder.
The dark nexus that permeates the land adds a sense of mystery and untapped potential,
a reminder that this savage, mesmerizing world holds secrets yet to be uncovered by those brave enough to explore its depths.

 

[Empor]

"The Long Darkness shall end, in a feast Most Foul...."

The hulking powerarmor dwarfing the exposed head of the she-warrior, as her pale eyes gazed towards the black robbed tall figure that walked in an ethereal manner across the deck, over the knelt she-knights, as he chanted the black words of the prayers, summoning the black tendrils of dark Force emitting from the flameless torches. The Sanctum was lit by little light, dim, by the twisted magics being performed within it.

"A grand feast of souls that shall swell the River and flood the world of Light and Dark alike."

The she-warrior whispered to herself, grasping the seven-pointed star medallion that hanged from her neck by a silver chain. "Grant me thou strength; The Seven Bless, I shall perform thou will"
The blast door openned, a herald for the Shadow Knights to rise. A skull-shaped helmet worn, finally consealing their mortal characteristics.
Across the decks of the massive hulk, blaster rifles were being armed. Electroblades were being tested. Engines of seven-winged bombers were being heated, as the vague shape of the world ahead begun emerging from the warping darkness of the void.

"A Dark Dawn shall rise, to signal the Days of Judgement."
The hulking shape of the fleet flagship, sole vessel with a blinding white form, ventured forth, a spearhead of the armada readying to engage. Any who dared shut their eyes could hear the cries. A chorus of torment. A chorus of untold millions, craving in unbeknownst horror for the carnage yet to come...

The first massive warships slided towards the outer orbit, as their dark weaponry begun turning. Swarms of numberless fighters advanced, screening the black rust-infested seven-winged bombers that carried the dread payload....

"And so the Stars shall run Red with Blood. The World Shall Burn, as the skies fall..."

The vaguely humanoid figure crackled and twisted, as its limbs followed disordered motions in spasmic muscle movements. The cloak lashed and danced, as the mask resembling a distorted happy face fell.

"One fell... Now another must Rise for the Circle to Close Again!"

 

[Nodafar]

Kethess V a lush and verdant planet filled with volcanoes.

The system itself self filled with but a few moons and a bright red dwarf sun.

A mixture of Imperial, Kuat and Republic Navy adorns the space and covers the planet like the strings of a cacoon.
The sheer force of the red dwarf is slightly less potent than what is present on the planet's surface.
Force energy like no other, chaotic dark and purely extraordinary zealous.

Deep within the planet near its northern hemisphere stands on the peak of a mountain a long pyre,
surrounded by towers being the entry of an internal structure spanning close to the planet's core.

Halls within Halls maze within a maze, like a man's brain lost in chaos, lust hatred and regret.


Guards depraved of any sanity or purpose covers each of those halls,
all armed and red as a low-lit red alarm rings and echoes within the halls,
all reaching the deepest and most inner sanctum of this depraved building or mind lava flows freely from the west of this sanctum,
ancient machinery drawing it within vats and containers,
an Honour guard in every corner and scientists stanched in fear working mercilessly,
in the very centre a large kolto vat connected to a multitude of tubes leading to a multitude of consoles or simple the earth below.​

 

[Nodafar]

Within a humanoid figure engulfed floating within parts of its fleshing withering away within the vat and slowly floating,
the corpse-like figure deteriorating with each passing hour.

Nonetheless, its vitals show high numbers as if it refuses or is being denied to further its journey of death.

A simply dressed figure enders and the room turns tenser and angrier as if the air itself is engulfed in rage,
simple garnets it has but any being in sight quickly stand in position.

Filled with anger speaks but its voice empty hollow as if life was never in it ​

'''ALL OF YOU prepare, we are being attacked.
TO POSITIONS.
Prepare our guest for departure we might have to relocate this precious piece of death and malice'

A lone brave scientist walks up to the figure​

'''Ssss.... sir the ... the specimen might not survive a transition,
we barely know how it keeps going.....
In the last month only 15% of its body has melted in the vat
and somehow regenerated just enough portions to keep function...
All that under a controlled environment' ​

The figure doesn't turn to look at the scientist but simply from
the ground where the scientist stood rays of electricity erupt engulfing him....
The smell of scarred burnt flesh fills and air..
And his agozining screams haunting all present witihn its echoes. ​

"SO, does anyone else think we cant prep a literal vat of Force Energy for departure?
If not make your preparations immediately time ... time isnt here anymore, nor faith."

 

[Empor]

The cloaked figure bursted into a maniacal laughter, as the unmasked appearance was dipped in unnatural darkness, denying any indication of the face beneath the hood. Its many arms moved and extended in inconsistent motions, as from under the cloak, each of the long finger palms grasped onto yet another white onyx mask.

"The fallen and the corrupt, now dance a fight in the stars and soil!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! AND ALL THE TEARS SEA THEY MAKE, FALLEN IN THE FALL OF THE FALSE FLAMEEE!!!"

The black chamber was filled with endless lengths of wires and cabling, all covering the majority of the floor, as they slithered their way onto the large throne-like chair, on which the hooded hulking figure of the cyborg was resting in a half-stasis state. Its mechanical arms grasping cold on the armchair, while its one huge cybernetic eye dead, beneath the hood.

The noise from the cables brought the attention of the black cloaked servant. A tall and rather thin alien, from the neck of which a heavy iron medalion of a seven pointed star hanged with enough weight that hunched the xenos, as it approached the throne.

"Master, the Voices have spoken...! What does thee 'mand 'us?"

Few seconds followed in complete silence, as the electronics twitched, while the machinery inside the head of the chaired cyborg begun taking life. The large cybernetic eye beamed into blinding red light as the distorted mechanical noise the cyborg had for voice engaged, quickly evolving into a calm, solemn and gentle man's demand...

 

[Empor]

"Nava Domina Stormhollow. Begin the attack!"
The dark grey warships launged forth, as the heavy batteries rotated. The seemingly well-deployed network of numberless ships now a spider's web, perhaps quick to react to a sudden such distortion of the web's phasma... And yet, there were no flies, the Stormhollow, nor ants nor bugs that lied caught on it....

Stormhollow was a thrusting nail of a ravenous predator, that had come craving for the end of all... and oh, they would have their fill.....
The fighter squadrons scrambled in their thousands, in locust swarms that roamed ahead of the main vanguard of dreadnoughts, followed by the lighter cruisers and destroyers that pushed forth in a hammer and anvil against the planetary defense fleet that dared stand on their way. The heavier ships calibrated, beginning a perfectly synchronized barrage of long-range battery fire. Having spawned deep into the system from beyond the reach of Realspace, and yet unimpacted by the Gravity Well, like they would if coming from the Hyperspace, the Stormhollow begun its attack to both planetary and void defense.....

"We give no quarter! We take no prisoners!" the armour-clad officer barked to his lined troops on deck, ahead of the transport shuttles, while the noise of the void squadrons deafening from the outside. "We spare none, but one! And that, you will know when you see it. Weapons check! Rebreathers on. Lets get hunting, Voiders!" he continued.
Major Rov was harsh and oftentimes brutal commander. But he had proven time and time again, he was among Tarraba's finest, and his assigned troops, the Voiders, respected him for it. Each of the marines swallowed down the purple pill they were given before departure. Their muscles tense as soon as it started dissolving in their stomachs. It was not rare for the Dominate to overlook the use of such addictive pseudomedicines use in its army... Especially now, knowing the horrors they were about to face....

"Mount up! Mount up!" Major Rov roared, and so the men jumped onboard the shuttles. "We are Firing Cold in Plasma!"

 

[Nodafar]

As the dawn of war eclipsed over the stronghold
all once calm but maddened personnel rushed someone knowingly other unknowingly trying to prepare, the sirens wailing….
Its echoes filling each room and irrational comments followed by each of its members,
men gearing up weapons rations and armour.
The advancing horde audible by must the sky dark and cloudy,
but the hordes ship visible nonetheless.
Along the battlements snipers slowly redied in positions their rifles locked and loaded,
their eyes scanning the horizon.

Below infantryman clad in armour moved with practiced unison preparing the upcoming battlefield.
The commanders paced the ranks,
their voiced rise as they delivered rousing speeches ​

“THIS IS IT
WE HAVE BEEN BROUGHT HERE
WE TRAINED HERE ALL FOR THIS MOMENT WE HAVE ONE GOAL AND SOLE
ONE TO SURVIVE AND ENSURE THE ASSET REMAINES WITHIN OUR GRASP.”

A mixed of both recruits and veterans the recipients of such speeches,
both listened intently,
their expression hardened by resolve or some might call maddening thoughts of war.
But finally the engineers pulled from their bed under the alarms mostly sleepy
but then again efficient the barrier was activated safeguarding them form orbital bombardment for now.
The shields active at 75% capacity and slowly the Kissai sorceress began their chants.
For this might be a battle but was one to determine the war.​

 

[Empor]

Talons of Black Obsidian reached out from the dark mist that defined their shape, grasping onto the crystal orb that bled of lightning, reacting almost instantly to the approach. A pupil, formed under a veil of ether, trembling to the sight of the entity before it, as the talons dove into it, tearing progressively the boundaries of the Force and the fabric of time.

S̶͖̬͍͌̈h̴̘̻̋͜ą̴̫̩͈̭͐͆̇͆͗d̸͇̓̊̉͜ͅo̴̝͖̍w̷̛͈͋͝ś̷̺͇̗̲̈́͐ ̵̨͇̘̻̭̃̋̓m̵̤͆̃͒á̸̬̐͐n̷̫̱͓̄y̶̨̞̱̠̏̊,̶͉͐̐ ̴̟̝̻̈́͋s̶̢̝̪͙̫̀h̴͚͓̆̃ȧ̷̱̉d̵̛͇̞͓̪̑͗o̶̡̪͍͊̒̕w̶̻̳̦̽́̏͝s̸̲̤͖̊͝ ̸̣͆͊a̷̭͕̻͗̆l̶͓͎̳͌̄̌̑̈l̸̥̽​

The voice echoing in the chamber of grey, while the crystalline torches beamed, illuminating the backs of the knelt she-warriors. Clad in heavy power-armour, with each dozen of them, one carrying the weight of a shield generator, they all waited. A lightsaber hilt attached to the hip of each, while a heavy repeater blaster rifle tightened by the lace against the chestguard.



A single standard, its emblem a seven-pointed star forged in silver, with seven long fabrics hanging beneath it, each yet another shade of grey, from white, to black. The Shadow Knights, in silence and unisen, wore the skull-shaped helmets, visors blazing white, before they stood up as one. The deck's alarm rung, the crystalline torchlight covered by the beaming of the red siren, ringing the ship into action.





D̵̛̪̗̣̙̹̜̭̞̘̼̐̋͊͘e̵̢̧̨̧̫̱͇̮͔̙̱͙̞͇͈̲̬͛͛̔̋̈́̉à̷̡̛̹̞̤̲̙͓͑̈́͆̈͌͠ṱ̶̢̡͇̩̲̦͉̖̰͖̩̿̃̀́̆̈́ḧ̸̢̨̢̢͉̝̙̱̳́̂̕ ̸͓̮̆̀c̶̮̮̹̪̝̘͐̉̆̅̍̌͒͆ǫ̵̢̨̡͇̦̯͎̗̱̰͔̗͈̈́̌̒̈́̈̄̇̉͌̑̀͘̚m̸̨̢̞͎͇̤̳̬̫͍̬̉͊̔̈́̔̉̀͂ě̶̳͉̠̦̮ͅͅs̸͉̘͈͖͈͋̌̈́͐̾̚ ̵̛̮̦̙̯̦̘̪͚̲̻͙͙̞̹̣̬̔̈́̈́̇͜t̶̨͙̤̩̝̰̭̯͚̘̹͆̂͝ͅͅo̶̻̪̞̻̳̥͇̳̓̂̌̂̍͐̄̈́̇̚͘̚̚͠͝ͅ ̴̧̛̭̲̠̜̘͔̤͚͈͔͓͎̝̘̤̣̊̉͋̓̿͆a̴̬̣̘̎́̿́͗͒̍̿̍̍͆́̉͝l̵̖͔̐̀̄̔͛̉͘l̸̛̬̝̫̈́̏̈́̓̈͑͠ ̷̙͖̳̠̪͌̏̊̍̔̋͋̈͌̄͜b̷̖͉̰́̆͋̑́̋̽̈́͂̆̉́̊͊͝ư̷͔̞͇̖͉̣̄̈̽̄͊̾̈́̊̓̈́̕͜͝t̷̨̛̳̙̺͑̂̀̊̈́͗̒͊͆̈͊̈́̚͠ ̵̡̡̧̲̙̝̯̻͍̗̤̥̰̄̒́̓̄̄̋̃̌̈́̈́̾̚͜o̴̖̯͍̊̓̓ͅn̴̮̐̂̅̾̿̌́͑̂̔ė̸̡̼̼̟̆̌́̿͛͛̿͋͒̏̚͘̚͝.̵̡̻͐̕

The Stormhollow advanced, sliding through the void in fire and light. The flank vanguard quick to engage the orbital navy defending the planet. Relentless cannonades unleashed, plasma beams lit the void as shrapnel and chunks of hulls begun flying, inbetween of which fighter squadrons buzzed like ravenous swarms, eager to deliver death to the foe.

"Nava Domina. STORMHOLLOW!"

The sudden energy beam from the hulking flagship blasting in the void, pulse intended to disrupt any and all communication signals around the planet. There would be no quarter to the foes of the Iron Star; The Stormhollow was there not to conquer, but to battle. And battle they would, in manner most chaotic and twisted.

"RUN, they SHOULDDDDDDDDDD! NONE WOULD NOWHERE TO RUN, WAS THERE!?"


H̸̨̨̧̧̱͈̞̫͈̩̲̭̱̺͎̯͙͎͈̻̝̀̾̀͐͌̚͜͜ͅÅ̴͖̮̟̩̱͔̬̙͚̘̻͇̩̃́̆̏̽Ḫ̵̢̖̦̙̥̹̻̦̪̠̜̬̗͍̰̬̱̙͖̰̼͙̹̯̀̈́͒̽́̒̀́͗͗̓͂̍̐̓̀̈͆͆̌͌̊͊̍̓̚̚͜͜͝͝A̸̰̬̜̹̗̦̦͑͒̽̔̽͂͗̏̈̍̾͋͋̏̄̚͠Ḩ̷͍̫͖͇̫̣͕̀̈́͋̽̌͛̾̕͜͝A̸̢̨̢̱͓͍͇͕̘͔͓̜̜̱̠̫̝̍̋̒͒͋̆̿̌̈͑́̋͝H̵̡̹̦̗͙͕͈̱͔̣̬͉̭̝̣̗̣̠̼̟̟͔̝̽̆̔̔͛͒̂A̸̯̞͖̲͚̳͍͕̰̫̺̐̇̈́̐́̑̇̍̓̿̌̔͑́͐͐͂̿̄̉̓Ḩ̵̡̢̬̫̝̼̦͓̞̱̳͈̮̯̤̘͔͚̳̯̮̩͉̪̘͇͚͎̄͒͌̾̉̚̕H̶̡̛͓̠͚̼̮̩̣̍̒̊͂͋̐̿̎͌́̏͌̾̇̒̕̕͘͠͝͝H̸̢̧̛̫̥͚͍͇̮̝̥̣̰͙̬̞̯̮̟͌̌͌́̎̑̓͋̃̐̏͆͠A̷̢̡̻̬͉̘̩͓͉̗̥̞͓̤͓̐̒̇̇̉̽̓̒́̓̍̀͑́́̉͘̚͘Ḣ̶̜̅̌̾͛̃̍̋̀̇̋̎̋̎̕A̸̯͕̣͖̐̎̐̈́͘
​

The laughter of the hunched figure echoed in the grim void surrounding it, as the skeletally flesh depraved hand reached to grasp the mask resembling a laughing face.

"Battle, carnage, rage! Freedom, rebel, DEATH! None could run, none WOULD run, in the face of divine BREATH"

​

The mask fell on the wet tiles of the ground, tossed dismissively, as the voice twisted in a darker tone.

"Time was now for WRATH and RAGE and DEATH."