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Spartan Lucas Ryker


While others had arrived via Pelican, Spartan Lucas Ryker was flying into the facility known as Bravo-6 in a Falcon from a nearby Army base, his rifle across his back, pistol holstered and spare jumpers in a back under his feet. Spartan Command had sent him orders to head to Sydney and await further command and that from there the UNSC HIGHCOM would give him his assignment. In retrospect, vague wording with a specific location should have been a warning along with the command transfer... He had opted to stay on base instead of in a hotel in the city was simple enough; he was a Spartan, the pinnacle human warrior and IVs especially drew crowds somehow, likely due to not being as anti-social. The view of the thus far assembled team was the best he could hope for from above and he shook his head.

However, before the SPARTAN could even voice his thoughts, the marine across from him did. "Two Elites, a grunt, a Hunter and another SPARTAN. Quite the shindig down there." Lucas chuckled as the Falcon slowly lowered down and set down, grabbing his back and starting to stand.

"We're going to be working with the Swords of Sangheilios on this one. Course it's a party." The Marine and his battle buddy step off along with the SPARTAN IV who lead the way and waved to the pair as they were traded for a pair of the black clad guards everyone else seemed to have. Nodding to each of the assembled team, he introduced himself. "Spartan Lucas Ryker, pleasure."
Name: Lucas Ryker

Rank (If applicable): SPARTAN, 1st Lieutenant authority

Species: Human(SPARTAN-IV)

Appearance: Lucas stands at around 6 foot tall with platinum blond hair a tattoo of the black angel wings on his back. His eyes are a strange amethyst purple in color. When he isn’t in his armor, he prefers a T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots or tennis shoes, whichever he feels fits the day better.

Skills: Infiltration and assassination training, Spec Ops training, CQC and Marksmanship training, specialization across all other facets of espionage

Preferred Weapons/Equipment: Silenced M395B DMR, M6D PDWS, with removable silencer, modified Energy Daggers, with knife hilts meant for use by a human, standard energy dagger on his right wrist, twin combat knives, one holster left should of armor, one small of back, Active Camo and Promethean Vision modules. Uses the SRS99-S5 AM Sniper Rifle when targets are at extreme ranges.

Armor: MJOLNIR Gen2 Venator Armor, Thraex Variation, made up of the Venator Thraex Helmet, chest, and shoulder pieces, and the Outer Plated Forearm armor and XG-89 Narrow leg armor

Background: Lucas Ryker’s history was a lot of blacked out sections of a file even before the SPARTAN-IV program. He served in an ONI black ops team of sorts, which specialized in the removal of tactically important figures to enemy opposition. Officially, they were a Tactical Thread Removal squad, realistically, they were assassins. However, before all that, Lucas was the illegitimate son of a powerful crime lord and a married woman whose husband just happened to be the lawyer in charge of his defense.

The young man’s father went to jail and his mother gave him up for adoption after the lawyer divorced her and left her with nothing and she wanted nothing to remind her of the greatest mistake of her life. His foster parents weren’t great people, but they cared for Lucas enough that he had enough of a normal life, until the Covenant attacked. He enlisted to become a marine, but his scores during basic for stealth, marksmanship and close-quarters and hand-to-hand combat put him on ONI’s radar and that was all she wrote. When they inducted him into their ranks, he was trained extensively to improve his existing skill set and give him a dangerous skill set in the realm of espionage.

Sangheili commanders, Brute chieftans, Unggoy leaders, none were spared when they were the target assigned by ONI. His efficiency and skill saw him climb the ranks through ONI’s hierarchy decently fast, as did his team, but he was unsatisfied by ONI's approach. He was quick to leave the intelligence organization after the SPARTAN-IV Program began, receiving his transfer confirmation within days of putting in the request and leaving without a word to his team. Why he approached the situation like this is unclear, but it’s no secret that Lucas Ryker is on ONI’s watch list.




Name:Comi’Masam

Rank (If applicable): Infiltrator

Species: Sangheili

Appearance: Standing at roughly 2.4 meters tall, Comi is a black skinned female Sangheili with a nasty scar down her left arm, a reminder from Covenant loyalists how they treat those loyal to the Arbiter. Her armor is that of your typical Spec Ops fighter, albeit painted red and blue to mark her better to allies and a slight alteration to the helmet, allowing for integration of the Human sniper rifle scope to her helmet feed.

When not in her armor, she can be found wearing a ceremonial robe of some kind, though she is never without a weapon of some kind, and this attire often comes with a plasma pistol.

Skills: Long range support tactics and close-combat tactics are her specialty, preferring the armor and shield penetrative power that the Human SRS99-AM carries over the beam rifle of the Swords of Sanghelios. She is also a skilled Ghost pilot, often using its speed to get in range of enemy forces and then unleashing a lethal burst of plasma fire.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment: SRS99-AM Sniper Rifle for long range engagements, with a modified Type-1 energy sword, with a larger guard on the outside and shorter inner blade, for close-quarters combat paired with her plasma pistol. For equipment, she uses active camouflage, though after the Requiem Incident, she also has been known to use a Hardlight Shield when needed. Also packs demo-charges for sabotage missions.

Background: Comi’Masam was born and raised on the colony world of Rahnelo, a planet with a tropical equator and snow and ice in every other direction, meaning that the swifter and more readily maneuvered vehicles of the Sangheili were preferred as they could handle the ways between settlements better. She herself was trained to fight from a young age, though only the males of her home were drafted and would be allowed to fight for the Covenant, that did not bother her at all. If she could defend her home when the time came, she would and that was all she needed.

However, as the years went on, the expected Human attack and invasion never came and Comi’Masam found herself bored on her patrols. Even after word reached them of the Prophets betrayal of the Sangheili and the fall of High Charity, she and the other warriors of her world who had not already left were told to remain, though the Kaidon of the largest settlement on Rahnelo did officially declare them loyal to Arbiter Thel’Vadam. It was this declaration of loyalty, or so many thought, that led to Prelate Tem’Bhetek attacking their quiet, out of the way world. Her first bouts of combat, real combat, were against the vicious, barbaric Jiralhanae of the Covenant Remnants, who wasted no time setting themselves upon the inhabitants of the planet. It was during this battle that a Jiralhanae gave her the gash wound on her left arm with the blades of his Mauler, roaring that traitors deserve no less, if not more, though he was disemboweled almost immediately after by the agile female. An earlier bombardment from their CRS-Class light cruiser ensured that the bastion compounds were unable to immediately come to the aid of the Keep, but they held the line all the same, despite high casualty numbers.

After the attack, and the subsequent capture of Kaidon Tulum 'Juranai and his two eldest sons, Comi joined the Scion and new Kaidon in boarding the Shadow of Intent and tracking down their father and brothers along with the Prelate and killing the San’shyuum for his treachery. After these events, during which it was discovered that Tulum and his sons were killed, she requested transfer to a more active front. She saw battle and missions all across Swords of Sanghelios space, trying to put down the last of the Covenant so that peace might finally truly reign. She even served time keeping the Jiralhanae contained on their homeworld, though it was no longer than a few weeks between deployments. Eventually, she grew bored once more, the repetitiveness of everything getting to her and she went to her commanding officer for a request to something new. The response was a placement in a joint SPARTAN-IV, Swords Special Operations team, where she met Spartan Lucas Ryker. Their time together saw them become fast friends, with many successful missions under their team’s belt. It was at his recommendation that she is now being transferred to Aegis, as well as at the request of their new Swords Liaison, Ethat’Lacalu, due to her skill at infiltration and sabotage.
Talia Je'and-The Citadel, Mandalore


Talia smiles sheepishly and shakes her head. "While I appreciate the offer, Librarian, my sister knows me better than that." She paused as she went to move away and turned back to the Head Librarian. "Before you get too much further, Airus, I do have a question to pose to you." The young Je'and twin waited until she had her conversational partner's full attention before continuing, slowly working towards a nearby bench and taking a seat as she spoke. "During the Mandalorian Wars, I noticed that the Jedi Council had warned against involving itself within the sphere of the war, saying that it was a path to darkness that would ruin the entire Order. As a result, the Republic was on the verge of defeat when Revan defied the Council and took over leadership of the Republic's forces. His tactics changed the course of the war."

Her brows furrowed as she spoke and she barely acknowledged the exasperated and red clad form of Riven who joined her on the bench, mumbling to herself about no one else even showing up besides Talia. "He broke their push, sent them careening back into the outer rim and then chased them into the Unknown regions of space, into Wild Space. Then next thing we know, he's the Republic's primary foe until the Jedi strike team captures him. I mean...what happened? I've read all the theories and ideas, but...I don't know...the whole 'Sith Emperor brainwashed him' seems too simple."
Empress Imperious


I looked down on Kaius from my throne and hum thoughtfully to myself. The story and name of Tepes was one shrouded in much mystery, though few had been foolish enough to ever claim to be the person. "No, I'm in a good mood with how well the Imperium is doing, Kaius. Bring them in, but if they make any foolish moves, remove their heads."
In Memorium


And so, after two years of conflict, of internal fighting and a false threat fabricated by a false leader, the Void War finally ended. The Galaxy found itself in a strange place, for no factions were preeminently looking to wipe each other from the face of the galaxy. The Mandalorians and the Republic found themselves rebuilding after the attacks on Coruscant and the battles that ravaged its surface. Despite that, the Republic had found a way to endure, if the slow rebuilding could be called that. The Republic's governmental structure had been greatly damaged by the Genesis Engine's final strike. Despite the late Xanthippe Naberrie's efforts to control the damage and focus the worst of it on herself, much of the once great planet spanning city was destroyed, including the Senate district.

As a result, system leaders and Supreme Chancellor Armond Organa couldn't all meet at the same time, as the holo-net simply couldn't handle the stress without the extra hardware that had been designed for the Senate Building. As a result, the first two years of rebuilding for the Republic with ineffective spending hindering even the most well intended efforts across the galaxy. Meanwhile, the Mandalorians returned to their former capitol, the planet of Mandalore, to find that they were ill-equipped to handle the rebuilding and terraforming of their desolate world. But for Manda'lor the Valkyrie, rebuilding their homeworld was the priority, not waging war. She faced many challengers who disagreed with her, but each one found themselves outmatched, though none found the mercy that Ava Cadera had. Clans Fett, Saxon, and Wren all buried challengers to her rule as Manda'lor, to name but a few.

Eventually, however, it became clear to both the Republic and Mandalorian Clans that neither could recover on their own, and on the third year after the Void War, Clan leaders and Manda'lor and Supreme Chancellor Armond and important figures from within the Republic began meeting, with Theron Shan remaining the main point of contact between meetings. By the fifth year, with much convincing of many of the systems still loyal to the Republic, the Mandalorians and the Republic had become one entity and renamed the Mandalorian Republic. The clans opened up to the idea that battle was not the only way to win honor or glory and the Republic gained much needed manpower, military power, and funding sources.

While this was happening, the Sith Imperium grew. The Hutts had never quite recovered from the mess on Makeb and much of their empire was left with inadequate protection. Imperium Space, which started as a couple of systems, quickly grew through a combination of clever bribes in the right places to the right people and military force where necessary. A new Sith Academy was formed, this one on the jungle world of Krazit, and several sister schools on various other worlds within chunks of Wild Space that had yet to be explored. Empress Imperious had learned from her time with the now defunct Sith Empire, learned that a leader with no heirs and the ability to vanish at a whim was no leader at all, that the Sith, as they had been, were little better than rabid animals who barely avoided war with themselves and that Slaves, while useful, could turn on their masters with one well placed word, weapon, or noble act. And so the Sith Imperium avoided the mistakes of the previous Empire and the Sith Order evolved to become the Dark Inquisitorium, who's members had better control over themselves and their minions.

In fact, even as things were planned and the Imperium grew, Lord Fraxxus, the Empress's Fist as he'd become known, lead the efforts to find a suitable location for a new colony on a snowbound world in Wild Space...




Lord Fraxxus, Orion II, Orion System


The wookie shook himself as the Imperium squad moved through the snow, specially designed speeders carrying the equipment they'd need to evaluate the site they were looking at to set up a new colony that would serve as the basis for the latest Inquisitorium academy. However, as he crests a hill, he holds up a furry hand and the convoy stops as his bronze saber hisses to life. The white and red clad squad leaders signal their men and the Imperium squads spread out, blaster rifles up. The wookie roars as he finishes cresting the hill. "Who goes there?!"

There was no answer at first so he repeats himself, using the Force to augment his voice to carry over the howling of the wind. This time, after a couple of minutes, three figures shamble out of the snow, lightsabers of their own in hand, or at least, it was something similar in design. They were similarly furred as Lord Fraxxus, with horns curving around their faces like a natural helmet. However, while the Wookie wore little more than a cloak, these three were also armored across critical parts of their bodies. The leader, clad in while and deep blue armor and wielding a silver blade, stepped forwards in response. "We are the Te'chari, this world's inhabitants. You are encroaching on our lands. I think we are the ones who will be asking questions. If you don't answer them willingly, our shaman," The presumably female one on his right, a headband on her head, stepped forwards at the word, "will pry them from your skulls." Fraxxus grinned as he deactivated his blade. This was quite the opportunity and Empress Imperious would be pleased to see him grasp it.

"We are with the Sith Imperium..."
Zar'kun Je'and


"We can best honor them all by continuing to live, to rebuild and educate. In part, this war was spawned by the lack of information and teaching." I turn to both Caalin and Alice. "The Jedi will need to rebuild and they will need new teachers. I left the Order as it was years ago, but...I'm willing to help it avoid the mistakes of the past. I would as for aid in this from both of you."

Alice Durana


"You know you'll have mine."
Zar'kun Je'and


I watch things as they unfold as Alice approaches Vette to speak with her in relative private and I join the throng, resting a hand on Hayden's shoulder. "And so the man who once served as the Emperor's Wrath and who spent his whole life trying to atone for the things he did has found his peace." I turn to Jakito and Becca. "And our families are once again whole."

Synclair rushes into the room and practically tackles Jerus, tears steaming down her eyes that he's still alive. "And yet, we all know that there's another threat looming in the shadows, who will take time to consolidate its power."

HK-49 "Hank"


"Statement: The Sith Imperium will not be able to strike with any meaningful effect for many years to come. Suggestion: Perhaps we could use this time to heal and help affected worlds recover?"
Jerus Je'and


"We can't seriously be trading one life for another here."
Jerus Je'and


"No, I'm not giving up!" Medics run over and one pulls out another defibrillator, one with more power and starts trying to revive her.

Zar'kun Je'and and Alice Durana


We stand nearby, our arms around each other as we look on. There is little we can do at this point.

Jerus Je'and


Hearing the flat line, I practically fly out of my seat as I lower the ramp, reaching Hayden's side. "Come on girl, don't you dare give up on us now." Hitting a button on the side of the table, a hover bed rises and I start leading her off. "Caalin, resuscitate her! Hurry!"
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