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The Vazra Swarms

Faction Type: Hivemind

Species: Vazra is a collective term for the insectoid species native to the world of Abrius, however, the way they are now, is something almost unnatural. They have no single base form, rather are divided into several castes, and divided more so into dozens of subspecies that wok towards a single purpose. They are the result of a selective evolutionary process, if one can even call it that. In which, the planet itself, had gained sentience, and how this truly came to be remains to be seen. Abrius itself is able to manipulate almost anything within it's environment, in which the Vazra were born, as it molded existing insect life into the terrifying creatures the are now.

Vazra Larva


Vazra Worker Drone


Queen Mother

Scale and Territory: Basic Interstellar. The Swarms have begun to spread out beyond their world as Abrius demands it, in it's mad crusade of cleansing other worlds of all sentient lifeforms.

Culture: The Vazra have little culture to speak of, the however, have an almost religious-like devotion to their Homeworld and Creator of Abrius , who is mainly referred to as the Great Primordial One.

History: Many millennia ago, the world of Abrius was unlike any other world among the stars, and over unknown time-span, it had eventually become sentient lifeform itself, the largest know in the whole galaxy. It watched as civilizations rose and fell on it's surface, watched mass extinctions of many species over the innumerable eons that followed, played witness to all the event's of it's history...and it grew tired. Something dark and sinister was forming in Abrius , and the Abrians were unaware of the great war to follow.

As the Abrians had reached an Industrial Age, Abrius struck. Over the years prior, it had begun to manipulate some of the insect life into it's purpose, and by it''s sheer will, had transformed them into killing machines suited for it's army, and set them loose upon the unsuspecting civilization. For over a hundred years, the Abrians and the Vazra waged a long terrible war, a war the would eventually lose to.

In the aftermath, the last remnants of civilization fell to the unrelenting hordes of Abrius. All fell silent, and for a moment, Abrius was the a lone being in it's corner for a quite some time. However, in it's time alone, it had grown mad in the total isolation as the years gone by. And soon, it had decided to set loose it's children throughout the stars, venturing to other worlds, and "liberating" them of other sentient lifeforms.

Technology: Vazra make use of strange biotechnologies, from living starships, to biologically-grown weapons. Some Vazra subspecies have even been morphed to the point to serve as living weapons platforms. The Vazra's method of traversing through deep space was in the early years of their invasions, slow and soon to be discovered ineffective. However, once more advanced spacefaring civilizations fell, the Vazra had ransacked every single vessel of it's jump drive, and grating them within their own ships, granting them a faster method of space travel.

Military Forces: The Warrior Caste of the Vazra number in the untold millions.

Vazra Warrior Caste




This has caught my interest. Gonna think this over.
The Dominion ships were pounding the defending CIS vessels as they had encircled the small fleet, it seems the battle had already been decided upon their arrival, the Admiral watched with sheer glee as his forces continued to hit the confederates hard. However, they would not go down without hurting the Dominion forces back, CIS fighters and bombers, in the chaos, were strafing the hanger bay of his ship and the others, keeping his fighters grounded for the time being, some attempted to break their attack, but failed as their ships lit up ablaze by passing by confederate fighters. He continued to observe the battle going about, but noticed some of the separatist vessels broke formation, most likely fleeing. "Heh, no where to run, damned fools." He whispered to himself, but then was alerted to as what they had planned. The three ships advanced towards a pair of Nebulon-B frigates. He looked to his XO, her expression saying "your call, sir" in that brief moment, he decided that, he wouldn't make a move, the separatists were on the verge of defeat, all he had to be concerned with was taking the planet below and the crews would be a worthy sacrifice if it meant victory.
The two frigates, the Iron Will, and the Justicar, stuck close as the CIS ships were closing in, pounding their shields, attempting to escape. From the bridge of the Justicar, the Captain was glued to his seat, his body tensed up as they going further from the fleet. "Launch all the TIE fighters!" he ordered, "Contact the Iron Will! We're going for a frontal assault."

As the frigates begun to make turning maneuvers to face them head on, dozens of Tie fighters launched out from the racks of the frigates, charging head on in a suicidal run. The fighters picked off one by tone by the defenses of the enemy warships. "Sir! they won't stop!" cried one of the officers as they continued straight for them. "Sith's blood they're insane! pull off the attack!" One of the frigates begun to turn once more to flee, but it was to late. One of the destroyers was seconds away from colliding. "Incom-" one of the crewmen was about to shout before they were hit, as the ship shook violently from the impact. The captain, barely conscious, saw the Iron Will drifting as they are, catching a brief glimpse of confederate boarding craft.
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Imperial Dominion of the Gordian Reach

Government Type:
A fusion of Absolute Monarchy and Oligarchy, the High Sovereign is the supreme authority within the Dominion, below him/her is the Inner Circle, the ruling council made up of the System Governors, high ranking Military Officers and members of the more influential families within the dominion. The Dominion also maintains a senate of elected planetary representative, although, Senate has little power in some manners, more to keep the people pleased with the facade of democracy.
Capital:
Magnus

Capital City of the Dominion. located deep in the heart of the Roil Nebula, far from anyone who'd wish to do it harm. Guarded by a small fleet and Guardian Stations, the city itself is built upon a massive station, which in itself is a another part of the city, the lower levels, where it houses the power generator keeping up a massive barrier shield, protecting the upper level citizens from being sucked out of vacuum.
Home Sector:
Gordian Reach
Holdings:
N/A
Leader(s): High Sovereign Tyridu Yavus
Persons of Importance:
Military:

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History:
Other:
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Months had passed since the Clone Wars had finally been put to an end, the confederacy is broken, the New Galactic Empire reigns in a new age of peace, at least what they want to believe. The Empire now wages a final campaign of destruction for the scattered remnants and holdouts of the separatists, sending it's armies in one last strike. The Campaigns have been bloody, many lives lost, both clone and human alike. Sons, brothers, and Fathers taken away from their families in the Emperor's mad quest for total galactic domination. However, he was too blind to see his actions would indeed have terrible consequences, for one particular man would stop at nothing, to put an end to the unnecessary bloodshed.

It all began one that one faithful day on Coruscant. As a new batch of cadets brace for their next step in their military career, as Imperial Officers, it was to be a time of celebration. But that would not last. As The sun set on Coruscant, as Nightfall came, it started. The Imperial Plaza was lit ablazed as the bombs were set off, catching the garrisons off guard as thousands of armed revolutionaries flooded the streets, slaughtering and overwhelming the defending Stormtroopers. These men were none other then the cadets, following the commands of the Headmaster of the Imperial Academy, Gentis.

The battle was short-lived, it did not take long for Darth Vader, the Emperor's Enforcer and Apprentice, to rally the stormtroopers to fight off the rebels, they had the upper hand, until the Central Plaza Building was also set off with explosives, it however, was quite different. The building was engulfed in a green mist, it was the necrotic Aorth-6 virus.And worst of all, the Emperor was within the building, Darth Vader and a squad of troopers hurried to the Emperor's aid, greeted by a a crowd of dying soldiers, but still marched on.

Darth Vader then came to see that, the Emperor indeed, did not survive the attack, he laid in his chambers, a corpse. This had sent the Sith lord into a frenzy, as he stormed out of the building, pushing the remaining stormtroopers into the fray as he charged towards a mass of rebels as they unleashed a volley of blaster fire. Pieces of his armor begun to fall as he took as much of the blaster fire as he could, slashing away, taken a few of the rebels with him, until he could go on no more, and fell to his knees, dropping his lightsaber. Gentis, upon arriving to see his plan succeed, and to deliver the final blow to the empire. He stared into Darth Vader's exposed, furious eyes for a brief moment before executing him with his own lightsaber, slicing his head clean.

All cheered as they witnessed the greatest moment in their lives. They single handily saved the Empire, and the galaxy, or so they thought.

After acquiring the support of a few Generals and Admirals, Gentis had announced to the Galaxy of Deaths of Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader, and crowned himself Emperor, his vision would soon come to a bitter end. Gentis could not hold the empire together as it crumbled right before his eyes. The Galaxy once again descended into chaos. Worlds loyal to the Old Republic immediately broke away, Civil War amongst the most powerful of Imperial Moffs and Military Officers, separatist holouts striking back and regaining momentum.

Twenty years had passed since the Gentis Coup, the galaxy is now a much different place, the Empire is no more, in it's place, is a vast array of imperial successor states, each claiming the mantel of True Heir to the Empire. Republic and Confederate loyalists alike were not immune to these political divides, even the remnants of the sith, and surprisingly, the jedi, are divided amongst themselves in such a matter, each establishing their own Orders throughout the Galaxy, while most other worlds and systems simply do not care. This new period is known to many as the Succession Wars, a time of continuous, on and off warfare. Be it skirmishes between small time warlords, to sector or regional spanning wars between larger powers, and there seems to be no end in sight. It is an uncertain and frighting time, a time for the rise of new heroes and villains alike, what part will you play in these hard times?
The Succession Wars is, as you can tell, an NRP set in an Alternate Timeline of starwars, where the Empire has fallen just mere months after the Clone Wars in a coup, and as a result of said coup, the Galaxy has fallen into a fractured, chaotic state. If this has your interest, please visit the main thread in the link below for more information if so.
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So anyone want in? Any questions?
The time was almost near, the hyperdrives were nearly ready for the fleet to perform yet another mass jump for Tandun III. The Admiral, now fully rested, left his quarters for a trip to the Command Bridge, knowing full well of the battle to follow. As he strolled down the corridors, he was met with salute, after salute as he passed by innumerable numbers of officers, crewmen, and soldiers alike whom all ceased their current activities and duties to show the proper respect to the Admiral, many of the crew aboard the ship were the very same people who served under him years earlier during the Separatist Takeover, now those same crewmen, like the Admiral, are itching for a fight, and a chance for vengeance.

During his walk, he had come across his Executive Officer, a young Korphiri woman, Dacri Kalos was her name, and their Droid Assistant Backu, a Super Variant of the aging T-Series droids, courtesy of their allies in Arlos Industries. "Admiral!" She called, the two soon flanked the admiral as they processed to the Bridge together. "Just our luck, we came to report to you personally, the fleet is now ready for another hyperspace jump, however..." She was then cut off by Backu.

"Our Probe scouts had reach they're destination" he droned on. "However hey were lost in the immediate landing."

"The Seps?"

"Correct, sir." Dacri said. From what little footage we received, enemy space is insignificant, only a few ships hold orbit."

"Excellent! and what of the surface?"

"Unknown." Backu replied. "Probe 3-A was lost within moments."

"It doesn't matter." He said with great confidence in his tone. He now is fully aware that the separatists stationed too few ships, not enough to repeal an invasion force of this scale. All was going well for him, once Tandun falls under Dominion control, the Hydian Way will open for attack. "As long as we hold orbit, they're good as dead."
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