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Dragon Wars: Rebellion
Episode 12: Our purpose
Highever
Light sabres were difficult to master, difficult to even use. Thedosian's had the advantage of their fighting styles being based around blades, but the energy weapons were much more different than the swords. The elegant weapons were weightless, a clumsy hand would get cut off with it. Despite the fact that Fenris's sabre was based upon a great sword, it didn't have the weight of one. He was faster with the light sabre than he could ever be with the sword. But there was one time a light sabre would feel heavy, when striking another light sabre. Fenris was used to fighting people with swords, his former master Danarius had him face numerous opponents, many times. The Shadow guards had the force, and just as much skill as Sith acolytes. Fortunately, Fenris was used to fighting acolytes.
He parried a flow from a sabre pike, diverting it towards the second shadow guard's pike. The third and fourth guardsmen came at him from behind, and he brought his sabre round, trapping the four pikes together. Ducking, Fenris swung his sabre cleanly through the waist of one of the shadow guards, relieving him of his legs. Thrusting their hands forward, they threw Fenris across the street. He got off the floor, stretching his arms as the shadow guards began running towards him. Fenris held his blade forward, waiting for them to get to him. Two span their pikes around, trying to distract him. When the third thrust his pike forward, Fenris moved his head to the side, then parried and then side stepped the wide slash of the second guardsman.
The purple blade locked with the red blades, releasing sparks onto the floor. Fenris pushed forward, shoving one guardsman to the floor. He swept his sabre around, knocking another guardsman off balance. The third guardsman widened his eyes as Fenris grabbed the handle of his sabre staff. Lifting his blade up, Fenris slammed it into the guardsman's shoulder, burning through his armour. Then he slammed his head into the man's helmet, knocking him back. With a thrust, he drove his sabre through the man's gut, pushing him off the blade with a kick.
At that point he was panting, killing two guardsman had not been easy, despite how it may have appeared on the outside. Fenris had fought difficult battles before, but the shadow guards pushed his reflexes and strength to their limits. Sweat glistened off of his skin as he turned, his back hunching slightly when he gripped his sabre with both hands. He was tired, and the two remaining shadow guards knew it.
'But I won't give up, this is why I'm here,' Fenris thought before rushing into battle again.
Vigil's keep
Aedan dragged one of his squad mates to cover, checking the scorch marks on his chest. The young man had been hit by a hail of blaster fire. Despite their disguises getting them through the front gate, actually getting inside the castle was difficult. A Sith commando was standing on one of the towers, manning a gunner turret. Automated turrets also had then pinned down. Aedan looked to Varel, who was trying to get a shot in with a rocket launcher. The brave man poked out of cover, only for several bolts to rip him to shreds.
Just when Aedan thought they were done, a roar came from the sky. A dragon swooped over the castle, hitting the turrets with electricity from its maw. The trooper on the turret yelled in agony before his turret overloaded. Four explosions brought part of the keep down.
"FORWARD!" the Cousland yelled.
He took Varel's rocket launcher and fired into the main gate. His lead was followed by several grenades and other improvised explosives, provided by a pyromaniac dwarf. Aedan wasn't sad to see the Howe home burn, but he knew that wouldn't clear out the troopers inside. Their helmets filtered out smoke after all. Before leading his men forward again, he took one last look at the dragon in the sky, a beautiful sight to him.
Amaranthine
Nathaniel primed an explosive on one of his arrows. Knocking the arrow back, he aimed it at one of the approaching walkers. When he released the arrow, it flew into one of the eye holes. Smoke and fire, and the screams of the piloting crew came from the walker, before it began to stop moving. Mhairi and Sigrun were on city walls, launching grenades with slingshots, and firing rocket launchers. Sigrun loaded an ion rocket and handed it to Mhairi. Clumsily she hefted it onto her shoulder, targeting one of the approaching tanks. When the rocket hit it, an ion surge ran across the vehicle, shutting it down. Sigrun then gave Mhairi a crossbow with an impact grenade attached to it. Aiming down the sight, Mhairi launched the bolt into the tank's open canopy, blowing it up from the inside.
"We've bought down their heavy weapons," she cheered.
Suddenly, a green beam ripped through her head. Her body fell unceremoniously onto the streets. Nathaniel followed the path of the shot, towards a scout trooper in the distance. He knocked back an arrow, sending it flying through the trooper's neck.
"Imperial reinforcements incoming, close the gate," he called down to the rebels on the streets.
Pushing the gates with their bare hands, the rebels shut them. The imperial defectors began running to the city walls, firing at the approaching imperial forces. With their heavy vehicles brought down, the approaching infantry had a disadvantage, because of the vantage point the city walls offered the rebels. Nathaniel was soon joined by the imperial defectors, whom fired their rifles as he launched arrow after arrow. He looked to the sky, just as everyone else did. Leliana came down on the imperials with her dragon, passing electricity through each one. Jumping off of the dragon's back, using the confusion the beast created, Leliana ran at one of the squads.
"Blessed are the peacekeepers, champions of the just," she said, shooting two troopers with her pistol.
"Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow," she jumped on top of the commander, driving her knife through his neck, then she threw his belt grenade into his allies.
"In their blood the maker's will is written," she cut another trooper across the throat, and once again threw a grenade into a crowd.
She clung to her dragon's leg as it flapped its wings, releasing waves of wind that kept the troopers off balance, and unfocused. Then as it flew up with Leliana, bolts, beams and arrows came from the city walls, thinning the imperial numbers.
"Tamra, Danella, hold the city walls, we need to mop up the imperials still in the city, especially the shadow guards," Nathaniel explained.
He picked up another quiver of arrows and ran onto the streets. Seeing the explosions and electricity near the chantry, he assumed correctly that Velanna had taken her battle towards where the innocents were sheltered.
Highever
Sebastian's energy cells were running on dry. He threw aside a useless cycler rifle and looked down the sight of a sniper rifle. Carefully aiming down it, he took a deep breath as he squeezed the trigger, executing one imperial after another, whom dared to go out of cover. Through his sight, he spotted Tallis and Isabela running side by side. The nimble beauties were on the rooftops, dropping grenades onto unsuspecting trooper patrols. Both landed in the middle of a group of troopers. Tallis delivered a sharp kick to the face of a trooper, redirecting his blaster to fire on the man beside him. Isabela slashed another trooper across the throat and kicked a second to the ground. Tallis then threw two knives into his neck.
In his time as a hunter, Sebastian probably would have found something attractive about the two women. They picked up two E-11 carbines each and began shooting through the troopers on the streets. He contributed to the body count with his rifle, utilising the distraction they provided too. When troopers tried to shoot them, he shot first. Down to six more enemies, the two women dropped their rifles and went in close range. One trooper tried to draw his stun baton, only for Tallis to throw a knife through his hand. Isabela brought her legs around an imperial officer's neck, ruthlessly breaking it. Tallis stabbed the trooper with the stun baton through the neck, then took his weapon, activated it and threw it at one of the other troopers. The force of the blow sent the trooper flying through the wall. Isabela slid across the floor, cutting the fourth trooper's leg, and then stabbing him through the throat. She grabbed the man's body, covering herself with it as the last trooper shot at her again and again.
"Vashedan," Tallis cursed, jumping for cover as the trooper shot at her.
She prepared one of her knives, only for a shot to hit her in the arm. The trooper stepped on his dead ally's body, applying weight to Isabela's chest, trapping her. He fired at Sebastian's sniping spot, forcing him to get to cover.
"Rebel scum," he snarled, pointing his rifle at Isabela's head.
Suddenly, an explosive bolt slammed into his chest, throwing him away from Isabela. She threw the body off of her, looking to where the bolt had come from. Varric grinned triumphantly, resting his crossbow on his shoulder.
"Oh Varric I could kiss you, you beautiful dwarf," the former pirate grinned.
"Now, now Rivain, don't thank me, thank Bianca," he said.
"Oh I'll be happy to later."
Varric sheepishly chuckled, keeping a close hold of his beloved crossbow, especially as Isabela aimed her sultry eyes at it. Sebastian directed his gaze away from the trio, and towards the explosions coming from the second district. A blonde haired mage was leading other Apostates, decimating the imperial forces. He spotted the blonde haired man healing several civilians caught in the crossfire.
"Magic exists to serve man, not rule over him," Sebastian repeated what he had often been told in the chantry.
Clearly today the mages were fulfilling their purpose.
Denerim
Oghren, Sten and Zevran crept through the houses of Denerim, people offering them aid and shelter. They followed a trooper patrol, looking for an opening to strike. When they tried shooting Alistair's dragon out of the sky, they made their move. Sten ran out of one of the houses, beheading two troopers with a single swing of his sword. He lifted another off of the floor, using him to bludgeon two troopers across from him. Zevran jumped from the rooftops, sliding his blade through the neck of a trooper. He then took the trooper's repeater and began firing at the troopers in front of him. Oghren then let out a great yell, and slammed his axe through the head of a trooper. Lifting a great sword over his head, he swung it into the side of another trooper.
In the opposite street, Tabris and her fellow elves were overrunning the imperial riot troopers. They hit the elves with stun batons, only for their weapons to be ripped from their grips, their technological superior useless against the sheer numbers they faced. It wasn't just elves joining the fray, it was any resident of Denerim, high born and low born alike. Knives slid through the gaps in armour, clubs batted against helmets, blasters were ripped from imperial grip, stones bombarded them from above. The dwarf, elf and Qunari trio led those who helped them, flanking the imperial squad.
Tabris stabbed a trooper through the chest and raised her sabre high. The triumphant roars of Denerim citizens rose above the rooftops, and could be heard even from fort Drakon. Kaius smirked, inspired by the excellent progress of the battle. He spotted the ranks of white armoured Knight-Troopers, their phalanx kept on advancing against the imperial gun batteries. Loghain's own troopers began their flanking manoeuvres, hitting the squadrons that 'pinned' Loghain's unit. Their fired their high powered rifles, threw their grenades, weakening them for Loghain's charge.
"Bring out heavy weapons, I want those dragons brought down," Price told one of his aides. "Reinforce the market district, if Cailan doesn't command his troops to attack, have them attack on my order."
Price suddenly ducked for cover, dodging a hail of blaster fire. Cullen and his fellow troopers 'jumped' over the imperial base with their packs. Letting out bursts from his machine gun, Cullen shot two troopers in front of him. Price popped out of cover, shooting two knights before hitting the third's jetpack. The young man clutched his pack helplessly, before the device blew up. The explosion threw Cullen and his allies to the ground. His ears ringing, Cullen crawled towards his blaster. Price kicked him in the stomach, turning him onto his back and pointing his pistol at his head.
"We were bringing order and civilisation to your backwater, savage world, why do this?" Price asked.
"Your civilisation was a joke, and your order? It was just as savage as our world was before you came here," Cullen said.
Gathering his strength, Cullen grabbed Price's legs, and activated his jet pack. Price yelled as Cullen sped across the floor, before rising into the air. Flipping in midair, Cullen threw the commander, who was quickly impaled on fence spikes. When he landed, Cullen checked his exhausted allies and rested himself. Price was dead, the only one giving the orders was gone. But that didn't mean the fight was over. The rocket troopers ran to the walls, and fired at their chosen target.
Alistair felt the rockets hit the Frostback, and screamed as the dragon fell. It fell much faster than he did, he kept his hands raised, his body relaxed and prayed for a miracle. He hoped some wonderful woman would swoop in and save him, but swooping was still bad. Morrigan caught him with her talons and swerved, avoiding another hail of rockets. Cullen and his men quickly brought the rocket troopers down, but the damage had already been done. The last rocket they fired hit Morrigan's wing. She let out a cry of pain, rolling into a ball as she fell into Denerim's market square.
"BLAST AND DAMNATION!" Morrigan yelled.
She nursed a broken leg and a scorched arm. Alistair looked at the wild witch in shock.
"You saved my life," he said.
"Such a ridiculous way to die falling, you deserve much worse for your stupidity," she said.
Alistair got off of the floor, ripping the sleeve of his shirt off. He took off his shin guards and wrapped them around Morrigan's leg, using his sleeve as a tourniquet. Before he could leave however she grabbed his hand, placing one of her light sabre handles into it.
"It belonged to a pike wielder, the staff extends," she stated, doubting that Alistair would get it.
First Alistair ignited the sabre, then he extended the handle to its pike mode. He twirled the staff around, nodding his head in thanks to Morrigan. But then he raised his hands in a none threatening manner. The rebels who had come to investigate lowered their weapons.
"This woman needs help, get her to safety," Alistair commanded.
The men and women nodded their heads in agreement. Alistair ran and joined the ranks of Denerim rioters, all of them gathering in front of Cailan's guards, throwing rocks and bottles into their ranks.
"My people please, stop this, before it's too late," he said.
"It's already too late king," said one of the market stall owners.
"Your father would be ashamed," yelled out a noble.
"Sold us out to the imperials!"
"Bastard!"
"Coward!"
"No, we all would have become slaves if not for me, we were being integrated into the empire, we would have become an important part of it," Cailan explained.
"YOU IDIOT CAILAN!" Tabris yelled. "You have no idea how your precious empire has treated us do you?"
Cailan tensed as he heard his guards prepare their weapons. He then looked at the front of the crowd, Alistair stood as one of the citizens, a leader in a way he never would be. Behind them, the king saw Loghain, whom had always been a hero to the people of Ferelden. But Loghain, and Alistair, and every other citizen in Denerim moved aside, leaving room for one faction Cailan did not expect. Their shields bore the marks of the flaming swords of the templars, blocking the hail of blaster fire that flew past Cailan's head.
"CHARGE!" Greigor yelled.
The Knight-troopers, the templar order of Ferelden, charged into Cailan's elite, dragging him into the fight whether he liked it or not.
Our Purpose
Daylen walked over the hilltop, the Mabari dog beside him. It had imprinted on him rather quickly, following him whether he liked it or not. But his focus wasn't on the dog, it was on the mages in front of him. Jowan, Petra and Niall kept everyone together, waiting patiently for his arrival, for the arrival of the golem army. The army of fifty cleared the way for him as he made his way towards the front.
"Is he different now?"
"Where did he get that sword?"
"That can't be Daylen can it?"
These questions and more were murmured by the mages. But they all fell silent as Daylen reached Niall, Petra and Jowan.
"I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting," he said.
"Please tell me you have a plan," Jowan said.
Daylen nodded his head and took off his gloves. His shirt soon followed, the mages blinking in confusion as he began mixing his mana potions, forming a paint instead of fluid. He then began to draw markings over his forehead, lines down the sides of his face, down his neck and towards his chest. With his fingers, he drew a circle of blue paint into his chest and extended lines to his shoulders, across the lengths of his arms and to circles on his forehands.
"What is that, Elvhen? Tevinter?" Niall asked.
"Mine," Daylen said.
"You created your own spell?" Petra asked.
"More like a natural evolution of a different spell, you recall all those times I was making constructs? Knight Enchanter swords?"
"How can we forget, there were times you even did it in your sleep, what of it?" Jowan asked.
"Well who says that the limit of Knight-Enchanter constructs is in swords, or shields? Who says a particular shape needs to be made, that it isn't limited by the imagination of the caster? Elf arcane warriors become so through training, not the complicated rituals the Chantry uses. Tevinter, Orlais, we were all able to grasp the concepts of magic, not just because we took the knowledge from the elves, but because the potential to use magic was inside us," Daylen explained, giving Niall the bowl with the mana paste in it.
"Everyone, take the paste and draw this symbol onto your palms, they have to be as close matches to them as you can, help one another. Magic exists to serve man, not rule over him, that's what we've been told all of our lives. Through every chantry sermon, every lecture from our teachers, chastising from our templar guardians, we have been told that we are meant to serve in some way. I believe the choice to serve should be everyone's. We should not serve because a god has told us to, but because it is the right thing to do!"
The mages of the tower began drawing the symbol Daylen told them to draw. As they did this task, they thought of Daylen's opposing view of the Chantry. Though not all agreed on his overall opinion, they respected what he was meaning to say at that moment. Some even developed the opinion that they were fulfilling their purpose to the chantry, the true chantry. Niall thought of how his mother always told him he was destined for greatness. In the circle, he knew that would never become a reality. But being a foundation for the rebellion, for Daylen, was enough for him. Jowan thought of the girl he loved, and of his friend, whom he saw as a brother. He'd been both jealous and proud of Daylen, yet it all paled in comparison to the awe his friend filled him with. By Daylen simply being himself, he made Jowan better in ways he knew was only possible because of the path they were walking. Petra looked at the rune on the palm of her hand, the brilliance of what Daylen had created, yet respected the danger too.
"This is a transfer symbol, the runes on your chest are containment symbols, and the symbols on your forehands are to assist with control," she explained, seeing exactly what Daylen was planning.
Daylen smiled at her, Petra was always quiet, but smarter than others believed. He put his finger to his scar, opening the top of the wound, drawing just a little bit of blood out. The other mages gasped in horror, presuming that he would use blood magic.
"I'm not consorting with demons or spirits," he reassured them. "And I demand blood from none of you, I'm willing to lay down my life, but the sacrifice must be mine, no one else's. Blood is drawn from us when we first come to the circle, a form of blood magic meant to track us. This form of blood magic, is simply a means to draw power from my blood."
He drew another symbol across his chest, in his blood this time. The symbol was one they never thought they would see from him, the flaming sword of the templar order.
"The power of a mage, of many mages, no many people working together, helping one another. I believe that is what should be the primary way of this world, people helping each other, loving each other. It is that ability to stand together, to fight together, that sets us apart from not the empire, but those who value cruelty and ambition. Inside each of us is the power to change lives, to make miracles happen. Lend me your power, for just a moment, and help me achieve a miracle today!"
(Fate/Stay Night Unlimited blade works-Into the night)
Daylen turned, not waiting for a response, as the golem army began to cross the hill. On an opposite hilltop, Lavallan watched the two armies, one hopelessly outnumbered the other. Branka let out a laugh, amused and not touched by the gathering of mages. Slowly, one by one, beginning with Jowan, Niall and Petra touching Daylen's back, the mages placed their hands against one another's backs. The symbols on their palms glowed, passing mana into the person in front of them, passing it through a chain.
When it reached Daylen, he grit his teeth together, his arms and legs shaking as the massive amounts of Mana flowed through his body. The symbols across his body glowed, and both his eyes glowed red as he raised his hands. In his mind, he pictured all the wonderful and terrifying machines he had seen the empire produce, the walkers, the tanks, the blasters and fighters. He imagined the numerous pictures he saw, the diagrams he had secretly studied. From those drawings, he had determined how they worked, inside the great machines, were smaller machines all working together, gears and parts of a grand design.
'Begin with something small,' he thought.
Slowly, the parts began to form in front of him. Electricity surged around the constructs, and down the length of Daylen's arms. Yet still he held his own, concentrating on what he was creating. He cast aside fear of failure, he couldn't fail, it wasn't an option now. Branka gave the order for her tanks to fire, releasing a barrage of blaster fire. A circle shaped barrier formed in front of the mages, designed by Daylen, and reinforced by his fellow mages.
'Expand the design, make it bigger, focus and form every gear, use your own soul as a generator, your mind its processor,' the mage chanted within his mind.
He grit his teeth together, his legs dangerously close to collapsing. Steam rose from his hands and blood began to flow out of his right eye.
"Use the force Daylen," he heard Surana's voice in his head.
From the relief camp, Wynn saw the outstanding amounts of mana being poured into a single mage. He was converting the mana into both a barrier, and slowly constructing something no one in Thedas would have been able to make, if not for the imperial's expanding their imagination.
"Let go," Merrill's voice echoed in his ears, making him shake his head.
'The armour must be thick, my focus must be absolute, believe, believe, believe...' he closed his eyes, time around him became distorted.
"Daylen, trust in the force," he heard Kinnon's voice in the darkness.
"It is with you," said Surana.
He felt her gentle touch on his back. Then he shook his head, denying her, denying the force.
"We don't need to trust in the force, but in one another, the force won't change the world, WE WILL!"
(Fate Stay Night-Emiya)
Opening his eyes, Daylen let out a yell of determination. A bright light shined in front of him, causing the imperial's to shield their eyes. Branka however looked through the light, widening her eyes in horror at what slowly emerged from it. From her own perch, Flemeth laughed hysterically, just like Kaius did.
"Oh my old friend, you were wrong, it seems human mages can make something that is their own. I thought I had a good feeling about this one," she said.
Daylen's eyes were closed, his body still, and the eyes of his fellow mages had been filled with awe and hope. Hovering across the ground, was his great machine. Each part rotated and moved, serving a purpose to keep the machine functional. It was a humanoid golem, made from magic, but the armour glowed blue with mana. Thrusters were on its shoulders and back, reinforced by huge plates of glowing blue armour. The machine was taller than the metal golems and held a massive grey sword, the very design of the armour inspired courage in the rebels, and brought fear to the imperials.
"Incredible," Marian said, watching the battle from the distance.
She and Bethany gripped one another's hands, proud of their cousin. The knight-golem began moving forward, straight towards the imperial army.
"TEAR THAT RIDICULOUS CONSTRUCT APART!" Branka yelled, overcome by the belief that nothing was more superior than her golems.
But when the Knight-golem reached the golems, it swept its massive sword around. In an instant, several golems had already been ripped apart. The Knight-golem flew into the sky, crushing several stone golems before cleaving metal ones in half. It span in a wide circle, bashing, crushing and slicing apart any golem in its path.
"What are we waiting for? We're not out of mana just yet," Petra said, taking out her mana potions.
The other mages began replenishing their mana, then took their staffs off of their backs. They gathered their mana, chanted their incantations, concentrated on the area above the imperial forces. As the Knight-golem rushed through the imp formations, fire, ice and lightning, perfect storms came down on the enemy.
"Target the mage, OPEN FIRE NOW!" Branka yelled.
Rockets and fireballs suddenly slammed into the tanks. Branka looked to her left, seeing rebels riding on horses, and even speeder bikes. Marian rode around the imperial formation, Bethany behind her, spraying fire into their ranks. Lilly fired her bike's forward cannons, swerving, only for a blaster bolt to hit her engine. The explosion went unseen in the confusion of battle, but the Knight-Golem soon landed on the troopers that executed Jowan's love.
'This is why we are mages, this is the power that lies in each of us,' he thought. 'This is our purpose!'
Daylen opened his eyes, increasing the speed the knight moved at, sweeping troopers off of the ground, and crushing golems. Several steel golems tried to grab the knight's massive sword, only for the grand machine to lift them off of the floor, throwing them into the troopers around it. Panic spread across Branka's face as the knight began stampeding towards her tank.
"SHOOT THAT THING! KILL IT! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!" she screamed hysterically.
The tanks and rocket troopers fired their ordinance, breaking pieces of the knight's armour off. Daylen kept on pushing the knight forward, igniting its thrusters, burning the troopers behind it. The knight thrust its sword forward, and Branka screamed before the blade lifted her into the air. What was left of her splat against the ground. With the knight exposed, the other imperial tanks fired on it, blowing off chunks of its armour, tearing off its limbs. The knight raised its sword high, and lighting came down on it. Above the battle, Leliana had her dragon hit the knight with more and more electricity, creating an electrical explosion that shut down the tanks, and disintegrated anyone around it.
"That's why mages should be feared, and why we can be loved too, we're more than monsters, we can be heroes like everyone else in Thedas," Daylen said, the glow across his body fading as he fell to the floor.
(End Soundtrack)
From the hilltops, waves of cavalry emerged from the forces of Ferelden's Banns. They had heard of the defiance of the rebellion, and rushed to fight back. Troopers were crushed under horses, or cut with swords and spears. Leliana landed her dragon beside the mages and ran to Daylen. He was being supported by Petra and Jowan.
"What you showed me today, I never thought was possible," she muttered. "We have the imperial forces on the run, it's only a matter of time before we finish them!"
"It's not over yet," Daylen said, looking up to Fort Drakon.
Thedas orbit
Moff Uclas had a look of pride on his face that disgusted Plagueis and Tenebrous. Though the Sith lords had their differences, they both favoured the scientific approach to winning. There was a great scientific advancement in the great machine the Moff had built. From the super star destroyer, they formed a wireless link with a satellite, one where the weapon had been placed. Stockpiles of lyrium had been loaded into the satellite, which was controlled by remote.
"Lords Tenebrous, Plagueis, you're about to witness the testing of a weapon's system more advanced than anything the empire possesses. I hope this initial test will show you the importance of our new initiative," the Moff explained.
"Do not be too proud of this technological terror you have constructed, a laser weapon is insignificant next to the power of the force," Tenebrous said.
"With respect my lord, there hasn't been a laser weapon quite like this," a smirk crossed the Moff's face as he turned to his crew. "Prepare firing sequence!"
"What is the target?" Plagueis asked.
"I think it's time we rid ourselves of the pesky Dalish rebellion in the Dales, it's time we were rid of their primitive ways once and for all," Uclas said.
Tenebrous and Plagueis kept their eyes on the satellite. It began positioning itself over the orbit of Orlais. Both Sith Lord's exchanged glances, sensing the many lives hiding in the Dales. That area of Orlais had become a gathering ground for three quarters of the Dalish population. The bottom of the satellite opened, revealing four arrays. Energy surged through each array, before they diagonally released beams, that linked into a single beam. That beam rushed through the planet's atmosphere, increasing speed, and growing in power the further downwards it travelled.
Then the Sith Lords heard it, thousands of voices crying out in terror, and then silence.
Next Episode 13: Battle for Ferelden part 5: Duels of fate
Wait till next chapter to find out what happened to the Dales. Daylen's 'Knight-Golem' was based on the Helmwige Reincar from Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans.
Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, despite some of the unfortunate deaths in it. Next time we'll go back to the hooded man as the imperial POV.
