Alliance Dominion of Naboo

[Republic Engineering]

Objective: One - Diplomatic Relations
Personal Objective: Survive
Location: Theed, The Royal Palace
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, The Naboo
Nearby Person(s) of Interest: The Buffet Table


It was starting to become a common occurrence, that where the Hapan Captain had gone; trouble was not far behind. She could tell something was brewing when one of the Nobles was the first to leave the event, as in the Hapes Cluster such a move was a sign that a dastardly plot was afoot. It was a shame that Astarii was unarmed, for her nerves would be better off if there were some weapons within reach. Then again, anything could be a weapon if enough force was put behind it, as she had proven at Bpfassh with a broken teacup. Though, the woman knew such a deed here wouldn't produce the same results as it had before, something about all the devious little cantrips nobles had worn to protect themselves, whilst remaining utterly fashionable. In comparison to such intricate and unseen technology, she was - for all intents and purposes - naked in her golden-spun fabric.

Sighing inwardly as she descended the shrouded marble steps, Astarii gracefully swam through the proverbial press of bodies, to stand before the silk-shrouded buffet. The silvered lattices of her retinal implants had whirred with barely contained excitement as she gazed at the gaudy arrangement of various confections, spun sugars and exotic sweets. The Hapan had known that she'd spend hours relentlessly burning off the massive caloric intake she'd accrue from sampling some of the delicacies she'd only read about, but such punishment would be worth the few moments of savory satisfaction. Gently pulling what she had assumed was a Beignet from one of the myriad silvered platters, the Captain admired the artistry of the pastry's craft and relished the subtle scent of the aromatic dust sprinkled atop the cubed cake. Her mouth watered as she held the dessert before her ascending maw, and almost in un-ladylike fashion, popped the fried sweet past her lips, devouring it whole.

She felt the sudden surge of pleasure explode upon her tongue as the first bite was taken. Every tense muscle in her lithe frame had eased, as she took the time to ignore her surroundings and cherish this rare opportunity. That was until the world around her had snapped into focus. Her eyes spiraled inwards, narrowing her gaze until the focus was placed solely upon the scrolling walls of text violating her field of vision.

So much for the pleasantries, She mused whilst scraping the dusted sugar from her fingers on the back of her teeth.

Turning about to face the orderly chaos that was presented, Astarii's eyes had first gone towards the Queen and her entourage. While they were guests into her lavish abode, not making sure she was safe would've been terrible manners. Besides, most members of the Alliance Delegation were Jedi, and would be more than capable of handling themselves should whatever cause such an uproar prove to be more than the Local Security Forces could handle. And so, in finding that the Queen was slowly being filed out of the cavernous chamber, surrounded on all sides by her Royal Guards. Other Nobles began calling out to their Household Custodians, and the gathered crowd of nameless dignitaries together before ushering them out another exit. They weren't taking any chances with what was coming, and the Hapan was glad that her services had a warm body have yet to be called upon. What else was she to do? Stand before whatever darkness began to despoil the sky, and proclaim her inability to reshape the elements?

Well. Even if it was a silly idea, it was still something.

That was when an ethereal presence washed over the surface of her mind, flushing out the boisterous tumult of her errant thoughts. Whatever this sensation was, she welcomed the feeling of utter bliss and accepted the orderly procession of theoretical outcomes that spawned from this aetheric calm. Come what may, Astarii would be ready.

 

[Audren Sykes]

OBJECTIVE: Other
LOCATION: Theed, well away from the palace
POST: 5

"Stop the speeder, please."

The droid brain stopped the speeder while the sales droid asked why. Initially, Audren ignored the automaton that had been his guide, stepping outside the vehicle but keeping one foot inside and the door open. It was only once the protocol droid stepped out of the vehicle itself and asked again that Audren answered, pointing as he did.

"I told your company I was a Jedi when I showed up. See that over there? About fifteen kilometers up? That's someone preparing to use a massive amount of Dark Side Force power."

At such a distance, he could barely make anything out visually. It looked to be about human-sized and hovering some fifteen or so kilometers off the ground. He had no idea how, pressures got tricky at that level, but had to imagine it was via the Force. Speaking of the Force...the cables and threads making up the Force on Naboo were shifting, rapidly becoming stained by the darkness even though whatever was planned had yet to begin. In other parts of the city however, other powers were gathering energy as well. Not all of them were Light siders, but there was something to them that said they were not in collusion with the hovering thing.

Even as those who would stand against the onslaught rose, the next stage happened. Energy flashed, purple and bright. At first it was just around the floating figure, but somehow a thickening mist was starting to form as well, threatening to become full-on clouds. The lightning played into that, spreading. Whatever Force-based attack was coming, lightning would play a part. With a nod, the Sephi stepped back into the speeder, followed closely by the sales droid.

"Back to the office, quickly. We don't want to be on the street when that lightning hits."

He had to assume the lightning would be Force-based, at least in part. He understood well that opposite charges attracted...there was a good chance the lightning would be more severe for those who used the Light Side. Yet there were ways around that. Lightning rods weren't used so much on the developed planets, but he knew the concept and thought he could mirror it. So he too began drawing in energy, yet rather than using it to directly attack or defend simply projected much of it in a large cable straight up. Closer to the ground it split off into a couple other cables, designed to split incoming strikes and maneuver them away from the speeder itself. He was far from the strength of many others in the city, but his strength should be enough to defend himself and others nearby.

 

[Soleil Ishtar]

OBJECTIVE: Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace
Post 4

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"Yet, even in this time of great celebration, it is our duty to look toward the future of Naboo, word has reached my ear that several emissaries of the Galactic Alliance are here to share in our good fortune. I wonder, would it not be wise to treat with them? Naboo is vulnerable now, we must be prepared."

I know.

The thought ran through the young Queen's mind. Truthfully, she desired nothing more than for Naboo to be left be. It was an idealistic thought, one that Andromeda knew wouldn't quite ever reach fruition. Naboo had long since been an interest to the Techno Union, and it was only under the Protectorate's protection that they had managed to stave off the Union's advances. It wasn't until the Protectorate crumbled in the wake of the Netherworld event that resources became scarce, leaving Naboo vulnerable to opportunistic advances. The Techno Union took advantage of that.

Now, however, perhaps they could once again enjoy their freedom and have Naboo reign with its full sovereignty. This ball was a testimony to that. To the progress of Naboo finally being free and once again, under its own council. All Andromeda sought was the continuation of their culture and their democracy. This ball was a representation of that.

So when chaos ensued and the cries of a potential attack of some sort went echoing throughout the ballroom, the young Queen paled. Who would attack them? This was a ceremony for Naboo, for their independence. This was a strike directly at that ideal.

Before she knew it, Andromeda was surrounded by Royal guards. That fine trembling came to her, and most would consider it to be due to panic or anxiety. Unfortunate, that it was not.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ajira's tension faded, somewhat, as [member="Spencer Varanin"]'s battle meditation rolled over the palace. Standing in the palace security center, she watched the ongoing evacuation, keeping an eye on Spencer and [member="Ibaris Varanin"].

On them, on the Queen, on the Jedi, and especially on the security reports.

Grim-faced Royal Security Force officers were exchanging comm conversations with their counterparts in the local police, and in the Space Defense Force. It seemed that a number of civilian transports had disgorged heavily armed men in the city, at various places. Fuzzy footage also indicated an epicenter to the lightning storm -- a tiny, bubble-wrapped human form up at the edge of space. Too many unknown quantities here.

Theed Palace Space Vessel Corps of Engineers was on high alert by now. Theed Hangar was secured, and pilots were prepping in case they were needed, though the storm might cause trouble for their little ships. Around Ohma-D'un and the other moons of Naboo, Theed Hangar's defense forces -- separate from the RSF and SDF -- were waking up. As a senior Theed Hangar executive, and the most senior one with naval flotilla command experience, Ajira found her commpad bombarded with requests and demands from various corners.

In the end, though, all the complexity boiled down to a single point: someone was going to get a turbolaser upside the head before this day was through.

 

[Fen]

Objective: 2
Last of the Gungans

Location: Swamp

Allies: [member="Nia Siroc"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Trix Bastin"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Odium"]

"An old enemy. My responsibility. My fight."

Korr's features set into a granite cast. He looked back to Avalore and gestured in the direction of the limping beast. "Can you heal it? Perhaps the saddlebags hold some clue, or once stabilized the mount might lead us back to its master."

Either way, it would not do for the creature to suffer. Ryan frowned and stepped closer to examine its wound. There was none of the black charred flesh that one might expect from a blaster bolt, just what looked to be a through and through hole. Made sense. Swamps were a poor place for blasters. Funguses put the circuitry at risk. Slugthrowers on the other hand, those would last forever.

The hairs of the back of Ryan's neck stood on end.

In an eye-blink, the Jedi Master had both shoto and lightsaber out, blades snapping to life and crackling blue. Hard eyes scanned the murky swamp. Silhouettes started to emerge from behind tree trunks and foliage. Mist curled around them and the slug rifles and pistols in their hands. They all wore some sort of amulet around their necks and some sort of leafy skirts. When Korr tried to sense them in the Force, he found their presences slippery and unreadable.

Korr ground his teeth. We're surrounded.

A single figure detached himself from the group. She wore a white sleeveless shirt under a long jacket. A thigh holster on her right leg held a pistol, but she carried a stun baton that looked like it was made to beat down Wookiees. She chewed lazily on a stick of gum.

"If it isn't the hero Jedi, come to help the Long Ears. Well you won't find any around here. At least... none alive."

As if on cue, one of the militia tossed a large, tan oblong object that splashed into the bog just in front of Alen. A Gungan head, minus the ears. The head started to sink beneath the surface of the bog.

With dawning horror, Ryan realized that those skirts that the militia all wore weren't made from leaves, but the ears of Gungans. Hot, righteous anger flared inside Korr's chest.

"Did you think you could have a meeting on Naboo without the Native Naboo Navy knowing about it?" She blew a bubble at them. It popped. "Oh but excuse me, I forget my manners. Name's Jess. And these are my swamps."

 

[Kaili Talith]

Objective: Evacuate, calmly.
Location: Theed Palace
People: [member="Allyson Locke"]

Kaili watched Allyson as she moved from an attempt at reassurance to a clear statement of fact. Quick to spin around and look out over the crowds Kaili saw it too. There was something screaming in the force, a foreboding yell warning just about anyone who could sense it that something was going down. The young warden threw a quick glance outside at the encroaching storm and all her mind could do was repeat that same sentence over and over again. Something wasn’t right.

An uneasy sense of calm set over her. She gave Allyson an oddly calm nod.

“Yeah, we’re bailing. We got one out of two, so it’s not a complete bust, is it?”

With her hand grabbed Kaili took the initiative to take one of the stairs in the back in the hopes of avoiding any and all unwanted attention.

“Remember, we can’t let the acts fade until we are well on our way out of here.”

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Andromeda Versai"] | [member="Claire Organa"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Cecily Demici"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Mikhail Shorn"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] |

Objective: Royal Ball
Location: Theed Airspace

7/20

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Time. It was a resource that the Dark Lord held, more precious than any credits, ores or weapons that she had amassed in her short reign. Aware that the avenue of opportunity was small, upon the revelation that she was on Naboo, Darth Ayra completed the formative stages to her attack and readied herself for the final push. She knew that she had to strike now, for she was aware that the repercussions to her presence would be swift and precise.

Above, the clouds swirled under the influence of her power, as the lightning cackled. Alas, it was time. Under her machinations, Darth Ayra's Force Maelstrom was unleashed upon the Royal Palace. Lightning from the clouds above burst down, purple streaks tearing into what had once been a beautiful piece of architecture, which would now be scarred by the Dark Lord of the Sith. The Force Bubble surrounding Darth Ayra dispersed, allowing her to drop down onto the hull of the Initium. She stood back up, shaking from the exhilaration of it all, as she watched her attack come to fruition.

Standing there, feeding upon it all, Darth Ayra felt herself grow stronger and far more powerful as the storm she conjured upon the Jedi, the Naboo and the Galactic Alliance tore the palace asunder. Her eyes followed the falling pieces of rubble; observed one of the towers collapse towards the ground below; and felt death wash over the weak, absolving the Dark Lord momentarily of their chains that had always threatened to shackle her. For she was the Dark Lord of the Sith, and whilst she lived, the Jedi would always be her enemy.

"Through victory, my chains are broken," murmured Darth Ayra, turning away from the spectacle so to approach the back of the Initium. Opening the ship again, the Sith begun to climb in so as to make her escape whilst the Naboo suffered in retaliation for their new found allegiance to the Galactic Alliance...

 

[Nia Siroc]

O: Two
A: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
E: [member="Darth Odium"]
P: 3

Nia's right hand wrapped around the scalloped midsection of her saber hilt, her left gripped the pommel. The yellow hued blade hummed as she held it ready before her, a melange of anger, horror and disgust now surmounting the fear she'd felt only a moment ago. The peackeepers all around her had leveled their rifles at these people. Their fury rolled off of them in waves with only their military discipline keeping them from sending those surrounding them to a murky grave.

She couldn't believe that sentient beings would do that, taking the ears like some depraved trophy. It was bad enough that they were murdering the Gungans but this was just sick. The apprentice made no motion but that of her searching eyes as she held the middle guard. But she was ready with her body coiled like a spring and so very willing now.

These amateurs thought they had the upper hand now what with their smirking faces. Some of them even licked their lips in anticipation of killing a Jedi. Not today though, she thought grimly. Nia realized that only her own months of training held her in check too, awaiting a word or a signal to begin meting out justice.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Save as many as possible
Location: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ballroom
Those nearby: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Cecily Demici"] [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] @others at the ball

Post: 6

If it wasn't for Spencer's Battle Meditation, Taeli doubted she would be able to do what she was about to do. That little extra boost to morale and to the Force was needed as the storm was unleashed by their mysterious Sith attacker. Once that first bolt hit the palace, Taeli threw up the largest Force Barrier that she could, released all the energy she had been building up. It was able to cover all in her immediate vicinity from the attack, including reaching over the Queen and her entourage, but that was the extant of her reach unfortunately. She couldn't save everyone.

Bolts of powerful Force Lightning and rubble smashed into her barrier, causing her to cry out with the strain of keeping it so they wouldn't be crushed or scorched out of existence. All around them, she could feel the deaths of those she couldn't manage to protect, the attack hitting the palace in general now.

"A little... help... here..." she managed to gasp out to the others, the avalanche of material starting to become too much, but at least the lightning had stopped at this point. Once anyone either blew the rubble away or whatever they needed to do to take care of it, she gave a small smile and promptly passed out from the exertion.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

(1)


While dramatic things were happening, Elpsis was far away from the Theed Palace. To be precise, her present location was a bed in a very fancy hotel room. Auntie Siobhan had been so nice to pay for it. The redhead felt she deserved a break after getting shot in SSC's last dominion. The covers of the bed were so soft. The same applied to the blue Twi'lek who was currently snuggled up against her. "I could so get used to this," she muttered to herself.


At this moment there was a knock on the door. "Room service," a perky female voice spoke. Presumably she was mainly sounding so cheerful because she wanted a tip.


"Food's there, baby," she spoke to her Twi'lek lover, giving her a kiss. Lazily Elpsis waved her hand to open the door because she was too lazy to get up. However, in the exact same moment there was a sound like the roar of thunder. Then lightning slashed out of the heavens and struck Theed. The hotel was quite a bit away from the palace, but from the window Elpsis could still see the spectacle when a certain someone summoned a big storm!


"What's happening?" the Twi'lek exclaimed fearfully. The building was shaken as if struck by tremors. In the far distance one could see big explosions, stuff being blown up. Lightning everywhere! It was all very dramatic.


"Either the weather forecast really dropped the ball or a Forcer got bored and decided to break things. I'm guessin' Sith. Bunch of bullies with space magic," Elpsis responded, sounding slightly annoyed. She helped the shaking girl up. So much for a peaceful vacation! Presumably the defenders of peace and justice would sort things out.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Ajira Cardei"]

"Look just let me in," came a voice from outside the security centre. It carried that pompous note of command specific to the nobility.

The reply couldn't be heard, but that voice returned. "Because the security of the Prishell family is vital and I want my personal security head in there now. No, no I won't calm down..."

There was a pause. A murmur of a downtrodden guard pleading for calm. Another voice replied. Calm, collected...impatient. "You...are going to let me in now."

"I'm going to let you in now."

Raziel appeared through the door. He sported an immaculately trimmed goatee and was garbed in the style of a tapani noble.

"Move," he snapped at the analysis in the chair next to Varanin. The woman stood up and took a few steps away and then came to a halt, she looked back and forth, as if confused by her predicament.

"I do hope she wasn't doing anything vital," Raziel murmured as he threw himself back into the chair. "How very exciting. I do hope you're planning on shooting that one out of the sky," Raziel said. In truth he was far more interested in being inside one of the most structurally sound rooms in the area.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objectiive: Help the jedi
Location: Still Ball area
People of Interest: [member="Cecily Demici"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Darth Ayra"]

Solan had been busy trying to clear out as many people as possible, his mind ever focused on the fact of the surge of power that was high above him. It was becoming an annoyance not being able to deal with it until finally the storm took its hold on the building they stood within.

Screams echoed around him and before he could react, someone else had. His eyes finding their way to [member="Taeli Raaf"] as she had moved far faster than he and for a moment his eye had drifted up one more as he wanted to kill the person who was doing this all the more. 'Damned Sith' His breath came out in a sigh before eyes focused on the rubble above and he let the illusion drop. His face instantly showed all the corruption and damage he ha suffered over the years and slowly he drew power from the already existing dark presence as well as from himself. He didn't hold anything back, needing everything to help protect these people from the falling rubble but with each ounce of power he started to take in himself, there was a spike in the dark side from him,

His hand came down on the tiles around him, amplifying the strike with a burst of force energy to deal a small problem his plan would have. The Cracks shot out around him and he watched them before fishing into a back pocket and withdrawing seeds he kept on him. It was a simple plan but not one he could do so simply and without giving himself completely to the power he relied on, he really hoped the Jedi would forgive this use of it, letting the seeds scatter around him.

First, the Veins behind his pale skin started to turn their ebony black color, his body raked with spasms as pain ripped through him each time he drew more power. He let his hands raise above him and his eyes close, the two shaking both in his head and out in front of him as he reached out with the force. He had no barriers, or shields, or any of the sort but he did still have two more things he could do, the latter being the telekinesis that he didn't focus on much but the former...

His hands dropped from above him and pushed their palms into the ground of the floor, what was going to happen would probably cause him to replace that shattering palace but he had more important things to worry about. His body was raked once more with spasms as he pushed his body's energy and lifeforce into the ground through his hands, waiting as the tiles under their feet started to crack and break, small greenery popping up. Every tiny plant cost him more and more energy but what he was trying to do would hopefully be far more permanent in keeping the rubble out of the way than any force power like telekinesis.

With that in mind he pushed the force into the ground again, his mind focused only on protecting the people he cared about in this room and letting his anger, fear, and mostly rage spike his grip on the force. It pushed the plants up and to grow, slowly the green specks grew into saplings, and from there into far grander forms of their previous place. Crafting one tree was hard enough, crafting almost a dozen in short proximity with little time or resources was draining him and his entire body felt like marble. He could barely keep himself from collapsing as he waited for those trees to become elder and strong, their limbs intertwining like ropes to keep the stone in place as it had lost its momentum already thanks to Taeli.

This was hopefully enough, he was unsure how strong his own seeds on him could become, unable to do no more than simply strengthen them through the force. He had done is work in such a way that he hoped they could hold the many tons of rubble, and hope that they were strong enough to hold it until the event was over. He pushed the last of the energy out and into the ground before collapsing onto the ground as a heaving mess, his face drenched in sweat and still without its illusion, dark veins reaching over his face and neck as he was barely conscious after that.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

PALACE SECURITY CENTRE

[member="Raziel"]

And nobody thought anything was out of place. That was the most impressive thing about the Techno Union spymaster's understated mentalism. He was completely at home, anywhere. Just as inwardly nonchalant while pillaging Sith temples as while playing the role of servant or functionary. She'd only recognized him because of how he'd announced himself. She rather suspected he didn't think of rank or power or wealth or status in the same way that most people did, especially not most Darksiders.

"Pull up a chair," she said, several seconds after he'd done so. "By all means. So you're Lord Prishell's security head? Such a pleasure." She refocused on the monitors from the palace's innumerable security holocams. She imagined she could speak somewhat freely: he'd clearly done a mind trick in public, so it was a safe bet that any security footage from this room was going to get laundered fairly heavily in due course. "I think you'll like today's programming. On Channel One, you have Jedi losing their minds. Force barrier! Plant surge! All very modern and self-sacrificial. Some of them are overexerting themselves in the purity of their whiteknightliness and, well..." Onscreen, another Jedi passed out.

"On Channel Two, you have various nobles' private guards trying to skeet shoot a target that's ten miles up. On Channel Three, you have a shaky, blurry, but ultimately satisfying view of a flying Sith Lord doing his or her level best to conjure a storm while standing in the stratosphere. I use the word 'standing' advisedly. I strongly suspect there's a cloaked vessel under that brave soul's feet. And on Channel Four, you'll note the majority of the lightning strikes hitting the palace's excellent lightning rods. Every one of these domes has such a rod, amazingly. It's almost like we live in the ninth century."

 

[Audren Sykes]

OBJECTIVE: Other
LOCATION: Theed, well away from the palace
POST: 6

They arrived at the office in short order, just as the lightning strikes were starting to descend. One of the bankers met them at the door, curious as to what was happening. While the droid explained what Audren had said, the Sephi took the stairs to the roof. He ignored the rain, it was the lightning that was the main attack. Most of that lightning was being directed at the palace, clear evidence of a controlling intelligence as if they'd needed more of that. For all that power directed at it though, there was fewer damage than he would have expected. Clearly the Force users there were mitigating what they could.

He clearly saw now that his reaction to make a Force-based lightning rod had been unnecessary; other lightning strikes were few and far between. Those that happened were usually between clouds themselves, any that fell to the ground were random, and many of those were soaked up by the archaic lightning rods he had sought to emulate. A sense of satisfaction rolled through the storm, then the stain of the darkness abated. It didn't dissipate entirely, the storm itself was still present and had been called into being by the darkness. Whoever had initiated the attack had relinquished control, and the might of the storm had been lessened. It was not gone completely, but allow some time and it would. No doubt skilled Force users could dissipate it faster...that was beyond him.

Reasonably satisfied, the Jedi headed back down into the office after wringing out his hair. The various beings present were more or less all watching the clouds and lightning strikes, while the droids were backed away. Made sense, electric surges from the lightning could do massive damage to electronics. While the employees watched the lightning show, Audren took a seat and waited. He could be patient.

 

[Cecily Demici]

OBJECTIVE: The Ball
ALLIES: Queen of Naboo, Nobility of Naboo, Solan Charr
IMMEDIATE: Jacen Voidstalker Ajira Cardei Lilin Imperieuse
Post 8

Cecily felt the palace quake as it was bombarded by an onslaught of Force Lightning and the group of Valeria Guards pressed in around her defensively, expecting some rush of enemy soldiers to come bursting through the doors to the Ball Room. Nobles were still being ushered into more defensible areas of the palace when chunks of the ceiling began to crumble away and fall. Massive slabs of decorative tiling plummeted to the earth, hitting with ear shattering booms and raising plumes of dust. Nobles screamed, guards yelled out in panic, Cecily herself yelped as a large piece of the ceiling hurtled down at them and slammed into the force barrier produced by [member="Taeli Raaf"], crumbling away on either side of them.

The attack went on for several minutes and all Cecily could do was watch as innocent people fled the destruction. That was until several massive plants sprang out of the ground and hoisted up what remained of the ceiling, shielding the remaining attendees from further devastation. She looked around frantically for the source of the plant surge until her eyes found [member="Solan Charr"]. It was at this moment that Cecily realized she had been holding her breath and exhaled forcefully, clutching at her chest. Thank Goodness I brought him, she thought, allowing a smile of relief.

She wheeled around and was relieved to see the Queen, [member="Andromeda Versai"] had been one of those around which Taeli had thrown her shield. She pushed past her guards, light headed, but unharmed.

"It is alright!" she called out to the people as they began to assemble around those who had saved them, "it is over... the Alliance has saved us." As she said this, a cheer erupted from the remaining members of the nobility as they pressed in around Taeli and Solan, thanking them.

"My Lady!" One of the guards called from across the Ballroom. He was standing with a collection of House Valeria Guards and the Royal Guard who were attempting to lift several slabs of the ceiling off of the unfortunate few nobles who had not managed to escape the wrath of the Sith. A hand went to her mouth as she bolted to where they were and her heart sank when her eyes fell upon her Aunt, the Princess of Deeja Peak, laying dead beside a pile of rubble. Cecily collapsed beside her body and felt tears welling in her eyes.

"Princess," the word was a dagger in her heart as her own house guard tried to lift her away from the body, she was the Princess of Deeja Peak now, "we need to get you out of her, Your Highness."

 

[Ak'lya]

Location: Theed, 21st story of a holel building.
Objective: Watch and sit tight.
Allies: House Rade, lightning rods
Posts: 1/20

These penthouse suites really did have quite the view. Strask watched carefuly as the lightning storm built up, before striking. The figure, high in the air, was barely coming into focus on the scope he had aimed at them. Out of range. Blast. He pulled the weapon out of the hole he had cut, feeling the winds rip into the room and chill him through the duster and fur, and pulled out a pair of electrobinoculars. Hmm. A humanoid, longish hair. As he watched, they knelt, then disappeared from sight. Odd. How did she breath that high up? And where did she go?

Karking Force-users

 

[Claire Organa]

Location: The Royal Ball
Allies: Anyone not Sith

She had just started to leave the hall to wander into the ball room when the floor began to shake, cracks appeared in the walls. Then she heard the screams, looking up the great ceiling above her began to shatter and rain down debris. Claire stood there dumbfounded for the moment.

Someone was grabbing her hand, "don't stand there looking" she had she had frozen where she stood and watched just as a chunk of the ceiling crashed down. If this man had not grabbed her hand, she would have been well flattened.

"thank you" she tried to say as he dragged her along, the screaming was beginning to stop, the shaking and trembling still sent patrons out any opening possible to escape.

Claire followed, a broken heel and she didn't bother to protest. Dust rose up covering everything in site she fell, a large portion of the ceiling having landed just to her right. That was when she realized the hand that held hers had no body attached, she screamed shaking her hand and trying to crawl away under something, anything. She knew she had to get outside she wasn't that far from the entrance she had just arrived.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Objective: 2
Location: Swamps
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Nia Siroc"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

The anger of the GA forces was a palpable force, a rippling wave of unsuppressed emotion that threatened to rock Trix back on her heels. As one of the number of the Naboo Navy pranced forward and tossed the decapitated head of a Gungan at Korr's muddied feet, the GADF solider at Trix's side actually growled.

She flicked her eyes towards him just as the soldier raised his rifle, finger curling around the trigger.

Trix snapped out a hand and slapped the soldier hard across the back of his helmet. He jolted in place, finger falling away from the trigger before it could compress.

"Bloody fool," Trix snarled at him. "Don't give them what they want."

She jolted her chin pointedly towards the tree line where several members of the Naboo Navy were watching the exchange with predatory eyes, the barrels of their own weapons locked firmly on the soldier. Where the GA forces were entirely exposed in open swamp, these Navy natives were safely secreted behind the high cover offered by gnarled trees and thick brush.

As Trix watched one of the natives, a young woman with camouflaged paint smeared liberally across her cheekbones, met her gaze. She offered a sardonic smile and slowly swept her tongue across her bottom lip.

Trix clenched her jaw, rifle creaking in protest as the hand around its grip involuntarily tightened.

Take your own damn advice Bastin.

She swallowed, then dragged her gaze back to Korr.

If the Jedi Master was planning on reasoning with the bastards he only had a few moments left to make his move.

Carnage was only one frayed temper away.

 

[Raachwaroo]

Objective: 3 / Salvage Lucrehulk
Location: Aboard Lucrehulk
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Kathol Outback
Enemies: The ones with guns, that I don't know by first name

Well this was odd, the Lucrehulk had seemed to stop sending forces in so Raachwaroo had to improvise and spun his ship around and began opening fire on the other hangar bay. The third commando unit that landed farther in the ship was holding a rendevue point for Bryce and Ria. Though more men would be coming for them so he improvised and began opening fire on the other hangar launching in missles and lazer fire lighting it up and exposing it. The airlock shut down on its side and prevented anyone else from entering the room. Now the only escape was on the left side of the ship guarded by Underground commandos. The Wookie felt he had done good and smiled.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Ria Misrani"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective: 3 / Salvage Lucrehulk
Location: Aboard the Shining Star, trailing Carbon Dusk
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Kathol Outback ( [member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Kalyn Tal'verda"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Miles Varden"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]).
Enemies: Anything shooting me.

While Bryce had left to check on the physical condition of the ship's engines, Ria was left to slice her way through to the controls. Unfortunately she was fresh out of spikes and hadn't had time to pick any up. Turning toward the corpses she sighed and marched straight for them. Pulling some basic loot like credits, fabrics, and maybe a spare energy cell she was coming up short on spikes. She headed for another batch of corpses. Wondering if she'd only turned Sotta's droid army on him if she'd been able to have gotten out sooner. Rifling through a few more she comes up with a few spikes, more credits and medical stim.

Stuffing the stim into one of her free bandoleer, fabrics into her pockets and transferring the credits to her personal card, she went back to the console. Ria had been able to grab about three spikes, using the first one she was able to get through the main security protocols and disable any other measures that were in place. From there she went through the logs of the Chief Engineer, a few of the techs and a grunt or two.

After that the spike gave out, and she had to use her second one.

She had to get into the engine controls, but it was proving a little more difficult than she had anticipated. While she'd seen Techno Union coding before, this was different - this definitely wasn't in anything she'd hacked before. It took her longer than she'd like and the spike gave out. Down to her final spike, she's able to get through to the engine controls.

Reading through the codes, Ria begins to get very, very nervous.

She settles through more of the programming, she hits her comm for Bryce. "We need to get out of here, now!" If she has to say it, it'd be too soon. She's shaking her head trying to find a way to stop it, but the spike gives out - the console zaps her in the process.