BLACKOUT (Galactic Alliance Invasion of the One Sith held Coruscant.)

[Jake Daniels]

VALLEY OF THE DARK LORDS

Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [@Lassiter] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

Special Notes: Still drinking tea


'Well, it appears Lord Erebos and I are not alone.' Jake thought as the warning invaded his psyche. Oh he knew this one; the tactic and technique of invasion all too well. It belonged to an Acolyte with unique abilities. More specifically it belonged to an Acolyte whom served a fellow Knight that had trained Jake in Juyo. Oh yes, Darth Gravis' quest to become a Master of the Blade was coming along swimmingly. Her warning was noted immediately. Whomever was coming, those Sera referred too as Volcanoes, were coming to fight. 'How facinating. Does she really have the ability for foresight?' More importantly, she already confirming Darth Gravis' suspicion of war mongering Jedi. Had the legacy of the old Jedi Council lived on after all these generations!? Oh boy... this was like Christmas Morning if true.

Quietly Gravis took a sip from his cooled tea. Allowing the bitter taste to settle on his tongue before swallowing, the Knight relished the sensation. The bitter overtones of such a harsh tea. The repulsive way his body tried to fight him from swallowing. The way his body shuddered after each gulp. It did what it was made to do; Gravis was calm. For the time being. Few things set Darth Gravis off. The only things that really pushed him over the edge no one on this planet knew. Only [member="Amorella Shamalain"] had seen the side of an unpredictably angry Darth Gravis. Yet he was only that way because of a drive that was etched onto his very soul. It was a simple miscommunication then that had caused Gravis to act as he did.

The problem for these attackers? Gravis would not, could not, harm Amorella. That did not mean he wouldn't rip this fools apart here if they got in his way. They weren't Shamalain. Much like fresh meat in a prison shower, it was open season on Jedi arses. Oh yes, that rush of the force as the dark thoughts of an enemy daring to prevent his return home, an enemy that wanted his capture as Sera Inkari warned, those thoughts caused the icy blue iris' to momentarily retreat at the emergence of fiery red. Then Gravis heard the gasp of one of Lord Erebos' earlier victims.

How much did a soldier cost to train? That question repeated itself a few times as the Knight stared down at Lord Erebos' previously made blood bath. A Male Jedi continued to gasp, struggling to come to terms with the inevitability of eternal damnation that would encompass him in a few short moments. Back in Jakes time it cost an average of 150k credits to get a recruit through basic. That included uniform, food, housing, and pay. That did not include the additional future costs. All told, a veteran soldier of ten years could easily cost any Government two million credits. Now imagine a squadron of veteran soldiers all being wiped out? Even still, an entire shuttle of fresh recruits getting cut down, as these had just been. The cost for loss of ship, loss of entire cities, installations, etc. Was it worth it? Putting aside morality; was it financially worth it? After all, everything ultimately came down to the power of the almighty credit. Anyone who said otherwise didn't understand the basics of governmental economics.

Gravis lifted his tea to his lips with both hands. Using a trick Lord Erebos taught, Gravis snapped the suffering Jedi's neck in what was nothing short of a mercy killing. Why should that Jedi suffer because of the ineptitude of his Masters. Presumably the same Masters that came in behind the waves of cannon fodder. Yes, while the grunts died, the Masters would show and claim the glory of over a weakened enemy that they had no right to claim. What a bunch of pathetic monkey's.

The Knight refilled his small plastic cup while his attention turned towards the distant sound of several explosions. Had the attackers truly thought this through? Why attack Coruscant? Even a Knight, four centuries removed from his own time, remembered a very important rule of war. You attacked militarily strategic targets. What was Coruscant? A symbol. A fortified symbol of the One Sith. Nothing more. What had it been in Gravis' time? A symbol for the Republic. When at war you hit the enemy where it hurt the most. Trade routes, military installations, food processing planets, not a damn symbol.

What did the Alliance hope to accomplish with this assault? To stand up and go "Hooray! We did it! We took back a planet that we'll hold for only a few months before we lose it again! We took a planet that cost us hundreds of millions, if not billions of credits to invade, occupy, and finally conquer! Hooray! Who cares about the insurmountable loss of life! We will kill innocent people on a Sith World just because they're here but tell people we fight for Peace, Justice, and the Alliance Way!"

Loss of life. Loss of money. What did they honestly hope to accomplish? The Sith's fleets weren't here, nor their ship yards. The worlds that supplied food were elsewhere as was their training academies. The moronic nature of this attack was so staggering that Darth Gravis had a hard time comprehending what stupid walking monkey had authorized this assault.

It appeared the galaxy still wasn't ready for logic. It appeared the galaxy was still content with its never ending dick measuring contest between light and dark.

The glimmer of fire caught the Knights eyes, by now having returned to their icy blues. He watched as Lord Erebos formed a fiery winged beast above himself, 'Ok, even I have to admit that's pretty damn cool.'

Gravis continued to sit quietly. He now watched as the fight began to unfold.

 

[Soeht]

THE SENATE BUILDING ASSAULT
[member="Aela Talith"], [member=Adder], [member="Kyber Salurra"], [member="Courts Stisee"]​

After the Acolyte landed on the ground, he began to slowly get back up. The dark side of the Force coursed through his body.

Soeht took a couple steps back. Despite [member="Aela Talith"]’s demands, the battle was still continuing throughout the Atrium as a good handful of Imperial soldiers continued to fire upon the 5th Legion.

“Y͢o͢u’d d̕o b͞et͡ter els̷ewhe̡re,” Soeht said aloud - again ignoring Aela’s request.

The Acolyte that had attacked earlier regained his stance. He charged at Aela once more.

Turning around, Soeht began to walk toward the Grand Convocation Chamber. The Acolyte that stood next to him followed behind while facing the 5th Legion - the apprentice’s lightsaber ready to attempt to bat away blaster fire.

As he was walking toward the Grand Convocation Chamber’s door, Soeht reached behind his cloak and pulled out a small, metal cylinder. A few buttons dotted the object with a large button at the top. The Sith Lord’s thumb rested on the button.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Approaching Valley Of The Dark Lords
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Burn
Gear: Preliat's Armor, Beskar Knife+Tomahawk, Crushgaunts, Jetpack, Two Westar-34s.

He had no real thoughts on his mind, no inquiries as to his purpose, no great tribulation about life and the greater meaning of the fight. There was only, the fight. There was only the familiar sensation of his Beskar'kandar boots on the hard surface of Coruscant. He had been called to action, sprang forth from his solitude by words meant to inspire and bring hope to him, only to bring hatred and woe back to him. So he found himself with the Sith again, his powerful hands gripping the knife and axe that had taken many of a Sith life. But now, as he approached the Jedi before him, clad in their tell-tale garb and their holy postures standing above the natural filth of Coruscant. He felt his crushgaunt adorned hands begin to shake with adrenaline as he sprinted towards a group of them. Their lightsabers sprang to life from their metal enclosures, but it gave them no safety nor protection from a man the likes of Preliat. He had trained so long fighting an enemy more vicious and hostile than them, he was able to overpower the inexperienced Jedi easily. They were killed violently, blood strewn over the street in which they tried to liberate from the clutches of the Sith.

Preliat thought he would find solace, at one point in his life. But as he continued towards the fray at the Valley of the Dark Lords, he did have on singular thought: this is was where he was supposed to be. He was not a good man. He was not a father. He was not a good husband. He belonged in the conflict, tooth and nail against whatever enemy he was pitted against. He thought his place was with the Mandalorians. He was wrong. He thought his place was with Aditya. He was wrong. He thought his place was alone- again, he was wrong. His place was in war.

Those who fed on the dark side, and those who fought against it, could feel him, could sense him before he was even near the Valley. Preliat wasn't sensitive to the force, but it touched him all the same, and he emanated the pain he felt, the loss he endured, and specifically- the rage. The rage that was within him like a maelstrom, like a hurricane of ire and anger, from years of abuse and loss, from years of warfare and bloodshed, and from years of simply being alive. He was coming, he was coming fast and he was coming like a freight train off the rails. Fast, and he wanted everyone to know he was coming.

 

[Aela Talith]

Senate District
Senate Building - Atrium
[member="Adder"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Soeht"]

Perhaps she would have, but that hardly mattered now. The Jedi Marshall signaled her troops, the sound of Kyber's voice echoing in her ear as she did so. She frowned slightly, then dashed forward. The burst of speed launcher her forward, force wrapping around her as she slid to the acolytes side.

Her palm flattened and pushed out, throwing the acolyte clear once again, this time sending the man through one of the duracrete pillars that stood nearby.

As she wove her way around him Aela continued moving forward, her fingers spreading from the flat of her palm and her back arching as she bounded up the steps. Her eyes caught sight of the small cylinder within the Sith Lord's hand. An arm jutted out, and her fingers closed. There was a light touch at first, then Sohet would feel a sudden jarring press of needles across his skin. In an instant Aela scrunched her fingers and the needles upon the Sith's skin would stab and prickle, hopefully freezing him in place.

The 5th Legion behind her back began their press anew, two of them jumping on the Acolyte and attempting to bind him while the others fired at their assailants.

 

[Break]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkLvpt9Z3fA&index=17&list=PL74C577B68B65B620

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Allies: OS
Enemies: to be determined
Objective: Light up the night [just having fun doing whatever I do.]

On the battletorn planet of Coruscant one could hear the fighting done near and far. The organics had started another war the toll would be their lives from both sides Break set forth to quell whatever violence he could. He had come to join the fray, a battle of conquest and lies had overwhelmed both sides. On one side of the fight stood those who would fight for the light and what they considered righteous, meanwhile the other side would that sought the power with unsheathed blades willing to strike them down. Break had no opinion on the matter between which side won, only that they would end the fighting quickly. Break walked stealthily from the undercity towards a safe point to set up a beacon when he arrived at the Valley of Lords. He walked quickly to not dwell in any one spot for too long. Alone Break wasnt a match for any well armed team but perhaps he could offer first aid to their injured, or perhaps aid in a fire fight. Either way he would do his best to save the city and planet he dwelled on. This time he would make the organics hear his plea for peace. They fought bravely and they died bravely, but those who had fallen had fallen in vain. For a fight that was never theirs, a predestined plan by the gods had set forth as a cruel joke of some sorts. Break would attempt to save them from themselves. He arrived at his destination a small place in the valley hidden from view from any air patrol but an open enough spot to send out a beacon for anyone who would listen out for it. Break would wait patiently for a response be it friend or foe either way he woud be wary.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

Gear: In signature

Enemy: [member="Darth Ayra"]

Taeli felt it... her Sith opponent was close now...

"Master Raaf, the enemy forces are abandoning this sub-station," one of the Directorate officers said. "They seem to be falling back to another sub-station further in the Works. We have reports from our other forces that they are still meeting stiff resistance, but they are steadily advancing. Master Raaf?"

She was staring off into the distance, in the direction where she could sense the Sith Lord or Lady was currently. They weren't attempting to be sneaky or anything, but then she supposed it was hard to sneak up on people in the middle of an invasion when their forces were around them. In some ways anyways. Blinking, she regarded the captain for a moment. So many lives lost already and more would be lost before the day was out.

"Do we know where this sub-station is sending power to?" she asked.

"The GNN station, Master Raaf," was the prompt answer. "Apparently, they are broadcasting propaganda in support of the One Sith to the populous. SCNN is trying to counter their efforts."

"Well, that could be dangerous if we don't help out Miss [member="Aneya Maev"]... Captain, cut their power supply completely and then keep up the advance... I have other business to attend to..."

The Directorate captain acknowledged her order with a salute, relaying the commands to his men to cut power to the GNN station. Any good media outlet would have a back-up power supply for emergencies, but losing their main power lines would certainly disrupt them from broadcasting to people for some time. A few clicks and clacks of buttons, and the power grid for that area was disabled... and the controls were sabotaged to make sure the One Sith couldn't turn it back on without the power coupling the captain pocketed. Elsewhere, GA and Directorate forces continued their struggle against the One Sith.

Taeli walked out to the bridge where they had advanced across, settling herself in the middle in a meditative position... she would wait for her enemy to come... the Force swirling around and through her.

Spoiler

Tagging [member="Darth Megnentis"] for the power loss to the GNN broadcast station

 

[Blazing Eye]

Location: Aboard shuttle
Allies:[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Blazing Eye followed Abelain aboard the shuttle, and took his customary place at his side.

OOC: Sorry for short post, its late here and I need to get up to speed on the invasion.

 

[Blazing Eye]

Location: Aboard shuttle
Allies:[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Blazing Eye followed Abelain aboard the shuttle, and took his customary place at his side.

OOC: Sorry for short post, its late here and I need to get up to speed on the invasion.

 

[IT-88]

Location: OS Barracks
Unit: 12th Mobile Infantry
Allies: OS and friends.
Enemies: GA and friends
Gear in Bio

88 was woken by the klaxons sounding a warning. His unit was on rest from duty when the alarms sounded. Sprinting to the armory, 88 put on his armor as he ran. The unit was directed to the LAV's and walkers. Sporting the standard issue OS trooper armor and the Corvus battle rifle. Filling into the back of an open top transport, the unit was dispatched to quadrants to secure the HQ and surrounding area.

Standing at a blockade, 88 and the rest of his unit set up their defenses as quickly as they could. Mounted turrets and stationary guns lay about the area, offering covering fire and a good cross view of the streets, skies and buildings beyond HQ.

Checking his sights and ammo, 88 was ready, hopefully, for combat.

 

[Alesia Rivas]

CORUSCANT
The Middle Levels
w/ [member="Lukas Krieger"]
no enemies yet

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"Then I will try to catch you if you fall," Alesia said, trying not to say anything dumb or funny so that the man wouldn't fall off the post. He was a great height, so she guessed a fall would have been fatal. Or at least close to that. Even though the man supposedly was a doctor, he couldn't cheat death. Nobody could do that; besides Sith, of course, but even amongst them it was a rare thing.

She kept an eye on the surroundings. The drone didn't look too friendly -- it flew around them, orbiting the two. The girl was starting to hate it and covering her face. It would have been much easier to destroy that karking drone. But she had nothing to destroy it with. Throwing her lightsaber against it? There's no way she could have made it work out.

So she didn't really have a way to take it out.

"Let me know when you're all done. Then I can be ready to catch you if there's a need for that," she said, looking to the left and to the right to ensure they weren't in danger.

"Oh kark oh kark oh kark, come down there."

From the distance, she could see the familiar colours and hear the sirens of the Coruscanti security forces. Whether they were there to get these two rebels or were just going to pass by, the two Jedi Padawans would definitely get caught if they didn't move soon and quickly enough.

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia's shifted her weight onto her back foot, pulling her the inch back that she needed to avoid the first flick of his saber, a feint and nothing more. She could feel the rage he was running on and he stuck a second time, her beskad sweeping the strike aside. The saber spat as it connected and Mia allowed herself to give into the rage she held in her chest. Fire erupted in her free hand and she sent a small ball of flame flying for his armoured face, a distraction allowing her to step in closer.

She brought her beskad low, striking at his knee, seeking to find the softer areas of armour in the joints. Behind her she heard a familiar click of claws against duracrete. Shadow hung back, a low growl rumbling in his throat, waiting for the right moment to strike.

[member="Darth Megnentis"]

[OOC: sorry for the delay!myour last tag didn't come up for me!]

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Burn Bby! #Sorry for the evil!​

Location: Sith Palace Outer Wall
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]​

NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.​

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Spoiler

Rough Total: 10000/19000 | Civilian Insurgency: 5000

Spoiler

2,300 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
3,000/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
1,300 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
3,400 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
20/30 AT-AW | 50/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Damaged | Blastshield Down - Invaded!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwrNf_e5NZA​

So the darkside tried to make it all about him.​

[member="Mia Monroe"] (More at bottom)

Fire sorched that young knight’s helmet, giving him burn marks across a lot of it. Holding his footing well, martial artist with some grace. Her attack toward his knee, was followed by his fighting guard, dropping to pushing it aside as it thrust. Though swapping low Mia managed to cut and drew blood across the surface of him, which caused a pained grunt from the already bruised limb.

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]

Past the trenches, outer walls, AI operated turrets, inside the deep bunker if they made entry, they would find the real army had long gone. There were thousands of operational staff, a few guards spread out across the massive bunker, but nothing substantial that was going to stop decisive assault. There were however internal blaster chainguns and grenade launchers, and an infernally annoying amount of key carded doors to get through, the further they went down through the bunker! Which had 3 elevators and 2 staircases, various checkpoints on the way to its heart.

[member="Aneya Maev"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

For the 5th army manpower, as damage mounted to man and city. They’d smashed through the alliances line. At great loss. Nyx's boot well and truly atop someones face! Those Nyx clones cracking the alliance lines in two, Mythos’s pouring through the breach to storm on ahead, flanked by James Justices and Rohlan Verds! Sadly, with this push, continued damage to the surrounding cityscape, one of the major levels the 5th army had been fighting on began to give away. The entire level holding some 5,000 men, women, tanks, militia and however many civillians called it home fell.

War in cities was hell. No more so in Centax’s surrounding landscape right about now. GNN Broadcasts were shut off cleverly by [member="Taeli Raaf"], their saving grace if only she knew! The alliance would have the media airwaves to portray this as they wished sure enough, and they’d need them! Not that it mattered to those physically dying, and dying they were in droves. [member="Aneya Maev"]

[member="Mia Monroe"]

Kylath one of them. Dead. The soldier. The young hero fighting for his people. Because that was never what a Sith was in the end. Feeling the crushed hands, feeling hatred, the corruption across his eyes gripped him, as he tried to grip for Mia's neck, but any part of her would do. To squeeze outstretched crushgaunt against armor looking to rend flesh, break bone. Aiming to throw the woman with some resounding telekinetic force against the nearest wall as he did so, and keep what he'd taken.

So died Kylath Amadis, and most of the remaining 769th along with him. What came after? Darth Centax, and they would eventually know why he'd picked that name, not today.

A strong burst of electricity wracked out from his outstretched gauntlet fingertips, and this time it didn’t stop, cutting stone, armor, flesh, anything it touched. Sadly it wasn’t aimed at her, but her snarling pet. Blade held out toward the woman. Cutting instead at what she held dear. She could watch what she loved burn, one more time.

“Suffer.” As they had.

Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle (Wrecked Dropped) | 4x Mixed Grenades | Lightsaber (Right Hand) | Personal Ray Shield (Hip)| Crushgaunts (Bolted through Hands) | Jack Knife Pistol (Hip)

NPC Actions:
Huge Collapse from continued 5th army fighting. +3000 Future Insurgents Born!
[member="Taeli Raaf"]: Knocks out the GNN capabilities -1000 To the Future Insurgency! Leaving any further broadcasts unopposed.

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]: Memorial Wall Invaded, light resistance facing the attackers, but a highly annoying amount of doors and some automated guns in the way!

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Location: District 42
Local Security and Emergency Services Headquarters.
Mission: The First Trap. #Npcs free for you to use!

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Owen Holst"]

All about his brother! Kelon was thinking the same! Only his pockets. “Put me through to everything still up, send it wide. Now.” His often insisting voice bellowed.

Time to have some fun. “Upstanding citizens of Coruscant! As you are well aware, we have been… disturbed by hooligans." He stifled his laugh there, "in response we are offering 300,000 creds for any alliance pilots you bring to us, living or dead.” Kelon scratched his beard, “dead preferred.” Not wasting time that way. Because what else were they going to do with Coruscants wealth. Well truth be known he was taking all the reward money, but a better excuse there never was! As long as he got the job done which sith was going to care.

It was not long till they were dealing a flood of faked comm messages, sorting through the real ones would take time.

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Roses? Why did this trash infested cramped space smell of flowers? Boots overhead and voices, “which way did they go?” They could be speaking about him, the gungho gang members, stormtroopers, anyone at this point. Best not to wait around and find out! As more and more boots were arriving.

He was in a long dark tunnel of a place. Mostly the undercities here were dark, jagged bits of rusty metal sticking out left and right, no good to anyone else, or it’d have been used as salvage. Asmus would have to watch his step, slippery down here, with pools of dank moisture adding to the pungent stench.

Left led to some light at the end of this metaphorical tunnel, and mixed voices, someone cracking jokes about krayt’s left buttcheek, guns, knives, shaved heads, attitude, and a entire sway of gang markings. His way out? Looked dangerous.

Right led further into the darkness, wider tunnel. Eyes, animal noises, and maybe even a sense of apprehension, but closer to those smell of roses, and though he knew it not yet, his friends survival… yet, something else was there, watching.

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Owen Holst"]

While Owen could have been watching their backs! #tongue pokes. That observing shutter was open again, and numerous alien languages were whispering. If they tried the door it was locked at this point, some young tyke running off outside. Might give with a good enough kick or three, this was nothing but a shack, the wall might too if they threw something large at it. Our shop keeper raised his often used counter cover, to put himself out of sight, and another door opened from inside the shop.

“Many things!” Our myke opened his coat, walking toward the doorway so they could see his wares better! Not least of which was two guns now pointing at them as his rags dropped aside, joined by a couple of menacing looking trandoshans from the hiden door, and something else… “Haven’t you heard, were all about sharing. How about you come share those lovely faces with us?”

If they did, they’d find themselves walking deeper into that rose’ish smell, overpowering almost you might say. The light also faded, darker, and darker down those slippery, wet stairs. Guns shoved into their backs to move them down if they stalled.

If they fought our (un)friendly three (four) hosts, they’d find the Defel behind Allyson making itself suddenly known, if she moved too far she’d probably bang into the invisible stalker either way! Because it brought up the rear. If they talked too long they’d be shoved unceremoniously along, or just picked up and carried!

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia threw her hand up as his crushgaunt came flying for her neck, she fumbled for his wrist trying to push the attack away. An iron grip tightened about her hand, squeezing tight. Pain exploded down her arm as bones were crushed beyond repair and she screamed in pain despite herself. The following burst of telekinetic energy sent her flying, ripping tendon muscle and skin alike, she like behind her hand in his and slammed into the palace wall.

She blacked out for a heartbeat, waking to nausea and pain. Using crucitorn she removed the pain from her body, a skill she'd mastered a lifetime ago. Mia felt nothing, right up until the moment the lightening started. She screamed for Shadow to move, but it was too late, the lightening hit him with full force, throwing him a distance away. Paralysed with horror she stared as her companions body contorted wildly on the ground.

Scrambling to her feet she threw herself into the lightening, palm and wrist stump facing towards the sith. The heat seared the wound, before she began absorbing the energy, but it was already too late. Behind her Shadow let out his last breath in a sigh and Mia lost all rational control.

"HAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"

The force bellow, fuelled by lightening and fury alike ripped across duracrete, shedding the ground like it was little more than dirt as it headed for [member="Darth Megnentis"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qKS51qh4OY​

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The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

| [member="Taeli Raaf"] |

Laying in the crater, Darth Ayra could feel it. Lowering her yellow, predatory eyes down towards her left leg, she saw white protruding among a river of blood and gore. She had not survived the fall without consequence, which seemed ludicrous as she thought about it. To think that someone could fall that many stories and survive with nothing but a little bruising. Impossible. As she laid there, the Sith Lord could feel eyes upon her. She averted her gaze away from her broken leg to the place she laid upon. There were people watching her. They were an assortment of different races and ages, but undoubtedly all connected by the tag Coruscanti due to living on the city strewn world. Each were all talking, a mixture of surprise and shock at what they had just witnessed. Darth Ayra couldn't make out what they were saying- there were too many for her to fixate upon- and she didn't like the idea that she was vulnerable to attack. Pushing either hands to her side, the Sith Lord moved to sit up.

And that is when it happened.

As Darth Ayra begun to rise into a sit up position, she felt a tremor overcome her body. Not now... She thought desperately, knowing what it meant when her body begun to convulse without her permission. Watching, Ayra was horrified as she literally watched her left leg consumed by an Orbalisk. She went to reach out and snap away the creature, but stopped herself, knowing that the attempt was futile. To her horror, she watched as the parasite latched itself onto her protruding leg bone, and she screamed in a mixture of terror and agonizing pain as the Orbalisk begun it's work. It's teeth latched themselves onto the piece of bone, devouring it before the Sith Lord's eyes. It then moved itself over the wound and Darth Ayra felt it's teeth digging into her exposed flesh. She continued to scream so loudly that it was impossible not for Taeli Raaf to hear. After all, Ayra had been closing on on her position when she had flown the speeder, guided by her powers in the Force towards the Jedi Master before being shot out of the sky. She had been close and the free fall from the upper stories had brought her closer.

Pain shook Darth Ayra. If she could compare the pain she now felt to any other ordeal, then she would say that only the assault on Dxun had been worse, back when the Orbalisks had first begun their infestation. This was a close second. As the Orbalisk on her leg continued to burrow away, Darth Ayra felt the others synchronizing their efforts with it, somehow knowing that the parasites were working together, for reasons that eluded her. Where her leg had been pumping crimson, dark, congealed blood out into the permacrete was now still. As Ayra sat in a pool of her own blood, she watched as her leg was literally regenerated by the parasites that infected her. It was a strange sensation, but otherwise nothing to be enjoyed, as she felt the bone that the Orbalisk had devoured mere minutes ago now begun to regrow at an accelerated rate. It was almost like the parasites knew the predicament that their host was in. That Darth Ayra required her leg in order to continue living in an other precarious situation, finding herself in the middle of an invasion, and in turn, it seemed that the Orbalisks knew that if their host died, then the source to their power and meal would be gone forever. To survive, the parasites were working overtime to rebuild their hosts damaged limb.

Darth Ayra was compelled to stand and so she did. Standing back up, she instantly fell back down to the floor, shaking and convulsing as the tremor continued it's assault. She struggled between half sitting, half standing several times, struggling to stand back up and continue. Finally, she managed to find a balance on her good leg, moving forward in a strange limp that seemed to interchange between walking and limping. Her leg burned and it's muscles screamed for their carrier to relent and stop, but Darth Ayra would not. She would not let Taeli Raaf escape her at such an opportunistic time. Where else could the Dark Lord of the Sith finally put to bed the Jedi Master she had hated for so long? The same Jedi had been so close to learning the true extent of the woman she knew as Alicia Drey, but was otherwise mere inches from glimpsing past the facade and perceiving the truth. And now Raaf had something that Ayra do desperately wanted- no, needed- to continue living. The dark side of the Force, her ever constant weapon and subsequent property, compelled and drove Darth Ayra out of the depths of despair borne out of pain and terror. She was suddenly enlightened by the tremors that had taken her.

Lightsaber coming into her hand, Darth Ayra continued her march even as the surrounding neon lights game to an abrupt stop. Submerged in darkness, the Sith Lord walked as the Alliance took out the power that fed Coruscant, knowing that it would not help the Jedi she was about to face, but rather serve her instead. For she was Sith, a manifestation born out of darkness to fulfill the long forgotten promise of Bane, the ancient one who had given Ayra so much from a bygone, forgotten era. There, Darth Ayra saw Taeli sat in the center, the Force surrounding and flowing through her, and without hesitation, the Sith Lord drove her hand towards the Jedi Master in an effort to destroy.

Force Destruction burst forth from Darth Ayra's outstretched hand towards Taeli, emanating all the rage, hate and malice that she had been harboring for years.

 

[Aver Brand]

Centax Memorial Wall
[member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Darth Megnentis"]

She made a delighted sound in the back of her throat, nodding at his form. “Great swing, darling. Have fun.”

The skull on her helmet offered him one last grin, and then the Equalizers parted ways, each to deliver destruction however they saw fit. Even as she descended the first flight of steps to her left, Aver could hear the beginnings of a long and carefully wrought symphony of agony already echoing through the corridors. Loray never was the sort to waste time.

The sound of her own quick descent bounced off the ferrocrete walls of the stairwell, reverberating the long way down. Which was why it was no surprise when a group of men intercepted her at the foot, guns half-cocked. Like they couldn’t decide where to put her. The armor wasn’t right, but the codes were there. It produced a moment of hesitant confusion, and a moment was enough to cost them their lives.

He didn’t even get the chance to yell before her fist crushed his windpipe, knocking him back into his two buddies from the force. Aver followed immediately after, right elbow to the side of another’s head. Their helmets smashed together with a satisfying bang, but the merc didn’t stop there. She drew out the motion and stretched out her arm with a twist of the hips to slam the last man into the ground.

He stayed there.

Looking around, the firrerreo lifted a keycard from one of the troopers, then stalked deeper into the complex. Good thing the One Sith had always been so organized; the directions and arrows at corridor junctions were a great help.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Facility
Objective: Defend said facility
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Kaili Talith"], and [member="Vexen"]
Gear:

Spoiler

-Di-chrome armor
-Czerka Phrik fighting knife
-Czerka Machine Pistol
-Czerka Machine gun
-Two flashbangs
-Two smoke grenades

What comes around, go around.

That thought that the Agent produced from his mind was somewhat of a theme for Coruscant. From his education and schooling he remembered that the very planet that he stood on had such history from the Sith and Jedi, Imperialism and Democracy. Every now and then, one would have absolute control over this world, and control over thousands of worlds. For many, many years Coruscant was the beating heart of the Empire that he served and that was something he would make sure of right here, right now as Alliance personnel began descending from the stars to the urban centers of the planet. He couldn't bear the thought of the Jedi and the political values that the Alliance had in like to the staggering faction of the Galactic Republic. Just couldn't.

Which was why he was going to give everything he's got, unlike the most recent battle he participated which took place in the vacuum of space. Tasked with defending a planetary shield generator, Lyle and eight of his personal squad were positioned within the building in which was the heart and brain of the planetary shield. Now why was he here instead of hunting his enemies in the dark? He could abandon his post and decrease the defenses around an object that was very important, or he could play as defense and use his skills against those that entered his domain. It was his domain since the entire building was blacked out and the shadows would grant him an advantage due to the armor he was equipped with (which was still a prototype).

"Nothing won't go around for these bastards," the Operative muttered about that theme he gave to Coruscant.

 

[Adder]

Senate building
[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Soeht"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“There,” Halen said and stood again, wiping the gleam of sweat off his brow. “It was a pretty simple one, but something was… I don’t know. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Weird.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]‘Weird’ was the last thing Adder wanted to hear about explosives planted throughout the corridor. Force knew there were probably more scattered around. A passing squad had already reported encountering a few. While Halen had been disabling the bomb, Toileen radioed their findings back to the contingent Commander, to try and prevent any nasty surprises.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I don’t like the sound of that,” the cop said, frowning. Others echoed her thoughts. “It’s just… Halen, what was weird about it, exactly?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The former Sith trooper ran a hand through his messy brown curls, brows knitting in thought. “I can’t say for sure? It’s just this feeling I get sometimes, you know? Like chit’s gonna hit the fan?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Yeah, I…” Adder trailed off as her face drained of all color. For a moment, she just stared emptily at the air, then whirled around to face the rest of their squad.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Any one of you ever been stationed here? At the Senate building?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]One of them piped up, stepping to the fore. “I used to serve here a couple of years ago. Why?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“There’s a basement of some sort, isn’t there? Right below the main chamber?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The soldier froze on the spot, gripping his rifle with sudden anxiousness. “....yeah.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]He nodded slowly, realization resting heavily on his slumped shoulders. “They rigged the whole building, didn’t they?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I… I think so. Where’s the nearest way down? I hope to Force we’re wrong but… we need[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] to be sure.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Should be one just a couple of corridors back,” he said, pointing the way they came.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]No more words were required and they broke into a sprint as one.[/SIZE]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location-Coruscant-Military District
Allies: [member="Keld Fett"]
Enemies:One Sith
Objective: Establish LZ and Assist!

"Same to you my friend." Kahne replied back just as the bolt jolted passed his shoulder. Kahne connected hands just seconds before that greeting his comrade on the battlefield. The fighting had intensified, but it seemed like they were at a stalemate, or so he thought. He got word through Fett that most of their company had landed, now they just needed to make the push forward.

"That's as good a plan as any, I'll leave the squad assigned to mere here to assist yours." Kahne said after taking cover from the shrapnel coming around them, a piece managed to get stuck right in Kahne's shoulder as he gave a small grunt if it could be called that and reached for it and yanked it out of his shoulder. It wasn't a big piece, thank the force. This wasn't going to effect him any at all though in the long run, or so he thought.

"We can use this for covering." The Jedi voiced out indicating towards the dust cloud, as his captain ran to his side he assumed waiting for order. The Jedi turned and place his hand on the captain's shoulder. "I'm wanting you to hang back and help keep this area secure.I'll soon call for you and rejoin me in the senate district."

"Of course, Master Jedi. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." Kahne said with a small smile and nod of recognition towards the captain.

Kahne turned back to Fett and smirked. "Shall we get going?" The Jedi said calmly towards his friend. "I have a feeling things are about to get quite hectic once more."

 

[Shaddi]

Location: the carnage of the valley of Lords
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] I [member="Tes Dralyn"] I [member="Sera Inkari"] I [member="Lassiter"] I [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] I [member="Jake Daniels"]
Enemies (Immediate): [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] I [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] I [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] I [member="Kira Vaal"] I [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] I [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] |

Theme: Dönsum (eins of hálvitar)

The funny thing about Erebos's skill set when it came to the force was that he had no talent for illusions despite having a vivid enough imagination for it. One shouldn't really say talent more a lack of interest when it came to the assaulting on minds that some force users found so intoxicating. To Erebos the mind was a sacred thing and a terrible thing to waste so he only focused on his own mental defenses when it came to mentalizm, of course knowing the skills only gave him a more understanding on how to block them. This little misconception had given him the edge more times than he could count since most thought his fire shaping to be just that, an illusion, but much like every other skill the sith lord possessed it was very, very real and his fire burned hotter than normal fire did.

It was something that caused his smirk under his mask as he sent the beast hurtling down onto the shuttle where [member="Kiskla Grayson"] and her soldiers were climbing out of. Of course he had to pull out his saber and deflect and avoid the hail of blaster fire that came his way and a few hit his armor, though rendered mostly inept once impacting against his armor the force did travel into his body and that was enough for him to seek shelter from the hail of blaster fire in the rubble around. Though diminished severely due to his split focus the fire beast became like liquid fire and rained down on the shuttle with the force of water while still being a little less hotter than a flamethrowers flame at that point.

Putting his back against a cover afforded by the rubble Erebos sighed to himself as he listened to the angry growl of his lightsabers hum, a feature he usually enjoyed. "What is with the galactic alliance? They beat one little backwater and that's enough for them to assault our homeworld? Arrogance can only take you so far." He snarled out into the air as he backed away from the cover while still making sure a hail of blaster fire wouldn't hit him and began to tap not only into the oppressive, yet almost warmly and hospitable embrace of the dark side nexus as well as the gift from [member="Sera Inkari"], tapping just enough so that he could see the next minute or so flash before his "eyes" and then he cut the connection as fast as he had made it.

Something in the vision warned him of someone or something that would strike him from afar, the image of the position [member="Laguz Vald"] was in but there was a void there in his vision as it flashed but not nearly enough for him to be able to concern a position or when who or whatever was there would fire. With the possible events of the next minute in his mind he focused and drew forth force lighting and bathed himself in it, creating a lightning shield around himself to not only help protect him but strike when he couldn't. The same lightning crawled from his hand and around his saber as well. The force nexus allowed him to not devote as much concentration into the skill as he would have to otherwise but it still made him weary of using something much more advanced while maintaining the skill. It was time this sith lord took Kiskla's hand for this dance.