OOC: Please allow time for opposition to join before joining in to keep things as reasonable as possible.
It had been some time since the loss at Byblos. Morgan had lacked the authority to gather enough forces to properly engage the defending fleet, and his tactics were countered by the coordination of Rangers and Jedi who had been ready for him. But now Darth Stolas much greater reach and, to the shock of the Tarisian leadership, struck from an entirely different direction.
Sith Lords had been captured, now freed by Raze's returning assault, and Stolas' priorities shifted from retrieval to conquest. He'd taken and consolidated power, the man he loved had returned whole, and the Sith Councilor was in high spirits. Now his forces, including the recovered Storm Squadron as well as any Sith, agents, or mercenaries working for pay, gathered to expand Sith territory.
Taking Taris would allow other forces to secure the space around it as well, expanding Sith space in the north and giving them access to industry and commerce. It would also give them greater control of and access to the hyperlanes Denon's capture by Raze had opened up. Should they succeed, all the more pressure for the Republic and Free Worlds to worry and debate over.
The standing offer to negotiate a surrender had been sent to the government and military forces of Taris. When they refused, the battle begun in earnest.
Above the cityscape of Taris a chaotic array of starships did battle in high orbit, engaging each other for supremacy of the planet's airspace. Landing craft streaked from the sky on bright thruster trails guarded by fighter craft and Storm Squadron itself, the infamous Magpie landing among the drop shuttles. It disembarked Stolas himself and whoever chose to join him, wearing his distinctive armour with his knives and sabers on his belt.
Their battle would be primarily on the top levels of the city. While ground forces battle the TSF, Stolas' goal was to surround and capture a central military command and control center. Seizing it would send their defenses into disarray and force a surrender from the Tarisian military and its government, the oligarchic council also holed up within.
There was one more detail the invading forces had been briefed on. The delivery of captured Rangers or Jedi to Darth Stolas, whether they surrendered or not, would be well rewarded. After the treatment of the captured Lords and the flame of his hate after Raze's injuries, the Drast's fury demanded retribution. The Dark gathered around him and within him like black, thunderous storm clouds, flashing with streaks of white-hot lightning.
His primary weapon ignited with a snap-hiss in his left hand, deflecting TSF bolts back to their source, and Stolas began his march toward the target building accompanied by his black-armoured soldiers. Darth Stolas' voice issued a command reinforced by a low, baritone growl.
Sith Lords had been captured, now freed by Raze's returning assault, and Stolas' priorities shifted from retrieval to conquest. He'd taken and consolidated power, the man he loved had returned whole, and the Sith Councilor was in high spirits. Now his forces, including the recovered Storm Squadron as well as any Sith, agents, or mercenaries working for pay, gathered to expand Sith territory.
Taking Taris would allow other forces to secure the space around it as well, expanding Sith space in the north and giving them access to industry and commerce. It would also give them greater control of and access to the hyperlanes Denon's capture by Raze had opened up. Should they succeed, all the more pressure for the Republic and Free Worlds to worry and debate over.
"Make your choice."
The standing offer to negotiate a surrender had been sent to the government and military forces of Taris. When they refused, the battle begun in earnest.
Above the cityscape of Taris a chaotic array of starships did battle in high orbit, engaging each other for supremacy of the planet's airspace. Landing craft streaked from the sky on bright thruster trails guarded by fighter craft and Storm Squadron itself, the infamous Magpie landing among the drop shuttles. It disembarked Stolas himself and whoever chose to join him, wearing his distinctive armour with his knives and sabers on his belt.
Their battle would be primarily on the top levels of the city. While ground forces battle the TSF, Stolas' goal was to surround and capture a central military command and control center. Seizing it would send their defenses into disarray and force a surrender from the Tarisian military and its government, the oligarchic council also holed up within.
There was one more detail the invading forces had been briefed on. The delivery of captured Rangers or Jedi to Darth Stolas, whether they surrendered or not, would be well rewarded. After the treatment of the captured Lords and the flame of his hate after Raze's injuries, the Drast's fury demanded retribution. The Dark gathered around him and within him like black, thunderous storm clouds, flashing with streaks of white-hot lightning.
His primary weapon ignited with a snap-hiss in his left hand, deflecting TSF bolts back to their source, and Stolas began his march toward the target building accompanied by his black-armoured soldiers. Darth Stolas' voice issued a command reinforced by a low, baritone growl.
"Ours is the fury. Show it to them."