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

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Hold on to your hat.
Location: Sith Palace, former Outer Wall
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.

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Rough Total: 9000/19000 | Civilian Insurgency: 3500
2,000 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
2,700/ 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
3,000 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
*Wavering Moral but nowhere to run?
19/30 AT-AW | 48/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Badly Damaged | Blastshield No More - Invaded!

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

As the bunker was shot at and bombed from above, the lighting might start to go out in several places! Red emergency dim bulbs in their place, assisting stealth as opposed to brute force, facing larger numbers of more desperate defenders that would probably mass toward the inner sections of the bunker. [member="Loray Tares"]. Deep in the C&C area facing the main memorial wall through crystal glass, an actual holoslab of names of the dead, some 2000m underground sat the 5th army's general known as Zerde. In increasing desperate attempts to delay the attackers, the bunker's chiss commanding officer, general Zerde (Zerde'doal'caitho) had ordered the defenders buy the army above time. Several Important corridors were being collapsed, quite literally blown from the inside out.

While elsewhere a high colonel of the 5th army was making a getaway somewhere near. [member="Aver Brand"], the pale face of Testa deCrion, a female human myke grabbing some classified research details, along with about 12 of her best, half engineers and half guards. Testa was a relaxed and cautious officer, and so was handling the assault better than most, taking very careful steps as her group began to exit. Rats scurrying from the ship? No people making calculated decisions to save the command staff and data where they could. Not just chance at an engineer, chance at a high colonel...​

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Moral started wavering, as the army above heard of the bunker breach.​

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#NPCs free to use, kill whatever.

[member="Aneya Maev"]

Elsewhere people probably rallied up agreeing with her rhetoric no doubt, talking down those more fanatical members of the community. Here specifically, her broadcast would not bring back the dead. Yet there was a big difference between picking up an explosive device or rifle to die, from hatred, dislike, or even sorrow, and depression. With each message she sent, those around the area that had been effected, their opinions would likely help sway or stabilize others. There was little hope around Centax everyone would welcome the alliance with open arms after the war, but she could save a lot of suffering if she continued, and a lot of heartache down the way in revenge attacks. She could start to heal the wounds that had long festered. Insurgencies had a way of being very tricky things to handle, as they brought the issues home to the civilians themselves, in the most raw, personal of ways. Her news service could have been the hero to those here, could have been a puppet or could have ignored it completely. She chose the braver route, and that no doubt helped, if she'd have reached Kylath before his final fall, she might have even swayed him. As it was....​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nYBeOua4tg​

Echoes of His Dead Master. Conquer the 3rd. Sacrifice.
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[member="Mia Monroe"]


Ground ripped up, torn to shreds, duracrete, metal, armor and flesh underneath sent flying. The Dark Jedi Master Killian had once done the same to his Master to save a daughter, seeping thoughts about the dead replayed here in everlasting cycles. Pain given and returned.

Darth Centax had disappeared from view. Blown somewhere through the side of the palace Mia sort to bring down, along with a good portion of its south facing wall. Silence, ruin and ripped flesh in her wake. Time for her to breathe. But not too much time.​

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What lay behind the palace's torn damaged symbol of sith might, bore the markings of her rage, loss, pain and its own now darker codes. Sparking shield generator, black armor torn, twisted, broken and lacerated as she’d ruptured flesh with her force onslaught in many places. Forever scaring him, with black lines against the increasingly corrupted red zeltron's skin. Because.​

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Force Body – Untrained.​

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Drawing of the darkside to sustain himself. He was Keth’s chosen, no he was more than that relic! His body began to sustain itself with the energies inherent in death, carnage, and bloody defiance of the invaders. Body Sacrificing itself, as his homeland and heart had done. The technique was untrained, and it would not last forever.​

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The rubble he lay somewhere within, burst outward with blood curdling cry, thrust toward [member="Mia Monroe"], duracrete, and metal both. Through it all came the charging, barreling boot of the Sith aimed square at her jaw, a roundhouse followed by a strong cut of the beam at her remaining weapon arm, looking to block the obvious thrust toward his incoming form, more than anything.​

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Becoming Centax's ruined memory. No longer under its heel.
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Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle (Wrecked Dropped) | 4x Mixed Grenades | Lightsaber (Right Hand) | Personal Ray Shield (Damaged from rubble)| Crushgaunts (Bolted through Hands) | Jack Knife Pistol (Hip)

NPC Actions:
Civilian opinion swayed by the SCNN Broadcast!. -1500 to the future insurgency numbers.
5th Army Moral Wavering!

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]: Memorial Wall Invaded! Defenders try to collapse corridors to buy themselves time!

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

Gear: In signature

Allies: [member="Isha"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Ayra"]

"Master Raaf, our fast friend is starting their move," a voice said in her ear, her comlink headpiece bringing a small smile to her face. If Isha could reach the main power grid through the smaller access corridors and maintenance tunnels, then that could spare the Alliance and Directorate marines a lot of bloodshed in the long run. They still needed to capture the sub-stations in the area though. Capturing those would further their control of Coruscant's power grid and they could actually divert power wherever they wanted. Such as with shutting down GNN to let SCNN to gain control of the planet's holobroadcasts for a time. It was all about hearts and minds in such a campaign, and while damage was going to be significant, there were ways to mitigate the negative effects. Having water and power flowing instead of needing to be rebuilt was one way.

Her eyes still closed, she could feel the small eddies of the Force as they swirled around her and her rapidly approaching opponent. They were strong, definitely strong... almost unnaturally so... was it some sort of augment to their dark side powers. She would find out all too soon. One of her lightsabers sat in her lap, waiting to be used in this fight that was ancient... a fight that was older than many of the newer civilizations that rose up from the Four Hundred Years Darkness. She had dedicated her life to learning and uncovering the secrets of the past... any and all secrets of the past.

"Master Raaf, we're approaching another sub-station. Enemy resistance has fallen back further. They seem to be regrouping towards the hydrosupply center. We were able to capture one of the hydrosupply nodes, so we have control of the water flow in some of the lower levels now. They mined the pipes so we will be delayed in continuing as of yet."

Booby traps, they would be the One Sith's greatest weapons right now if the Alliance couldn't disarm all of them in time... but they could use that as propaganda in their own right. The Sparrow Drones of the Directorate marines would be svaing those images to their databanks, and then they would be sent to SCNN along with images of the Alliance and Directorate disarming them and making sure the water was still flowing where they controlled the supply. She would have responded verbally, but her opponent had arrived. There was no preamble, no banter... just a focused blast of Force Destruction heading her way.

Her eyes opened, and a shimmering barrier of Force energy surrounded her as she stood, lightersaber in hand now. The blast of dark side energy impacted against her barrier, shattering it and throwing Taeli skidding backwards along the bridge. parts of the bridge she was standing on were cracked and twisted, but the structure stayed intact. Taeli used the Force to stop her backwards momentum, regaining a solid footing and seeing her opponent. Watching her... studying her... and not just her. She could feel them, the same hungry presence from Dxun she had encountered with Hakora. That drive to consume dark side energies and give them back in return. Symbiosis. A timed symbiosis.

Purple amethyst ignited from the hilt in her hand, angled down. First rule of facing a relatively unknown enemy... let them make the first moves and mistakes.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Westport, Coruscant
Objective: Link up with allies
Allies: [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]
Enemies: [member=Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Blazing Eye"] | [member="Gortugg"]
Personal Gear:

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Same as Directorate Marine lieutenant but with an Paragon-class energy shield

Gir did care to join the Hapan officer on the ground. The blonde man strolled down the shuttle's hold to the rear and promptly jumped out. As the sky rose above him, he activated his jetpack in brief bursts, gradually lowering himself towards the ground. He felt a sudden shock reverberate up through his feet as he made groundfall on a world that for so long had claimed to be the center of the universe. Gir wandered up to a durasteel railing that overlooked many of the facility's landing pads. His gaze swept across them, starting yet another analysis of the facility. Most of them seemed to remained in serviceable condition. Several of the pads were pockmarked by impact craters, yet Gir guessed that these would likely be able to patched pretty easily with a layer of quick-drying duracrete. He made a mental note that he would have to scrounge up those supplies and a construction droid or engineering team for those repairs.

With Westport in their hands, the Galactic Alliance and her allies would have a strategic advantage in their contest for Coruscant's control. On many worlds, there was ample space to land large troop transports vessels, but on Coruscant, such space was incredibly limited because of its high-density urban sprawl. There were even fewer areas that could not only allow such large craft to land, but which could also service them. Hearing a footstep, Gir spun around on his heel with his Burststreak rifle at the low-ready position. As he did so, he noticed the trio of personal transponders highlight themselves as "friendly" on his HUD. The lead figure brandished his CSPL-12 launcher as he loaded it with a cannister.

"You shouldn't wander off by yourself sir."

Gir's head tossed his head back and replied in mock anger, "Can't lose my babysitters, it seems."

One of the two medics behind the sergeant chuckled, "You'll forgive me sir if I'd rather not to have to patch you up..."

Gir nodded. It would probably would not be a good situation if it came to that...The man looked up into the sky to glance at his means of escape from the battlefield. But the Directorate transports had already reactivated their cloaks, rendering their assuring presence invisible to his eyes. The platoon sergeant, a fellow native of Hast, beckoned the group towards an entrance into one of Westport's terminals. As they entered its halls, the shorter medic took point, followed by Sergeant Hollis, then Gir, and finally by the taller medic, a man named Wreg. As they progressed through the building, Gir looked for signs that reflected the general state of repair and function of the facility. From what he could see, it seemed to have been abandoned in haste once the fighting had started: he could see food laying on unattended tables in several of the food court areas. Aside from the appearance of some new and rather hastily scrawled graffiti on the polished duracrete walls, it seemed almost like a moment of normalcy frozen in time.

Hollis suddenly took the point position and led them through a glass door and into the open air of Coruscant, where an assembly of troops had gathered under [member="Astarii Saren"]'s proverbial banner, including the remaining members of Hollis's platoon. As Hollis and his medics moved to rejoin their comrades, Gir strode towards the power-armor encased woman.

"So where do we begin? Or should I say how?"

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Coruscant - Financial district
Outside the wreckage of a tank with two lightsabers (a red crossguard lightsaber in his right hand, an orange w/ black core lightsaber on his left hand)
Music: Boss theme (FF3)
Allies:

Spoiler

PC: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
NPC: Army of Malastare (minus 1st infantry company): 388/675, 1st and 7th Legion: 9,502/12,000

Enemies:

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PC: [member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
NPC: Unknown (but rumored to be in the thousands, and also thousands of casualties)

"Yoursa leadership greed and vices has brought the One Sith to issa knees: theysa created da maxibig mess dat led yousa to near-bankruptcy. Theysa neglect too many services for theirsa own good. Yousa not even able to defend yoursa media outlets! Yousa caused more friendly-fire deaths than usen"

While Ugohr accepted that "friendly fire" deaths were part of the horrors of war, Ugohr sensed in the Force that the Alliance has sabotaged the media infrastructure of the One Sith on the planet. And, in that, he saw also one of SCNN's drones above his position. Beyond any role they may have had in clearing mines, the financial district was the heart of the enemy's financial infrastructure on Coruscant, where the upper strata of industrialists were to be found. He had to respond to the enemy's Force-taunts by his own Force-taunts. But a stalemate between Abyss' men and the Army of Malastare in that area insured that most bodies that any Sith Lord could possibly use to protect himself would be already dead by the time he could actually grab a living shield. Ugohr had his left-hand lightsaber raised to defend against the lightsaber raised by his opponent, and his main lightsaber pointing forward, in [member="Abyss"]' direction.

"Da dark side of da Force only leaves a trail of pasten and munchen planets in issa wake! Da light acten in response to da dark's aggressions! Yousa just as guilty as usen"

"We lost more than half our tanks, General!" the Jawa tank XO told over comm.

With only five tanks left out of the twelve the Army of Malastare originally fielded, and only two with the "Jawas", a stalemate was the best the Army of Malastare could hope for, with the 1st and 7th Legions busy fighting street-to-street elsewhere in the Financial District. To them, the Army of Malastare only served as a forward force to distract enemy forces. Unfortunately, said trail of destruction was caused either by the Sith themselves or by the interventions of the light they bring to stop it. That being said, Ugohr aimed at two different parts of his opponent's body when he closes into the Sith he views as the enemy field commander in the area. The two snipers armed with slugthrowers, now done reloading, are surprised that they survived to launch another round of attacks.

"Doesn't mean that wesa failed to paste da minefield that wesa fail in pastin Sith Lords"

"Use the stun grenades!" the Gran grenadier told his unit. "Fire!"

The grenadier unit aims somewhat behind Abyss, while Ugohr renews his lightsaber assault, hoping that the quillons can scorch the enemy Sith Acolyte, or that one blade could scorch him while the other was busy blocking the left-handed blade. And when the Gran grenadier ordered the grenade unit to fire, the two snipers also fired.

[member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"] [member="Lisette Kuhn"]

 

[Fen]

“Phantom faces at the windows​

Phantom shadows on the floor.” ​

Location: Steps of the Sith Temple
[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Allies[/SIZE]
On the Steps: [member="Marcello Matteo"]

In the Valley: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Alen Na'varro"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]

[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Enemies:[/SIZE]
On the Steps: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

In the Valley: [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Equipment: in character sheet


A familiar presence alighted on the steps just beside Korr. Ryan spared him a single glance, still consumed by the Sight. In the depths of the Force, there was no flash of surprise at Marcello’s sudden appearance any more than the river could be surprised if a boulder was tossed in its midst, only acceptance that it was so. The ebb and flow pulled him onward. Ryan looked away from the Naboo Jedi and continued up the steps, a two handed grip on his weapon as he held it out from his body and to one side.

No words needed to be spoken between them. Their bond of master and apprentice had been forged in the crucible of the Republic’s failures. Every movement, every attack would be in tandem with the other. This was what they had trained for.

Danger surged around him and he longed to submerge himself into the midst of that coursing stream of crackling energy. He’d walked up these steps a thousand times before, until the last time, when he’d watched the blood of Jedi slicken broken stones. And now they defiled sacred ground. This was the ever-present lure of the Dark Side, taunting him with the knowledge of the power he might garner simply by giving himself over to a memory of rage.

He’d defied it before. He would do so again.

A wellspring of dawnlight sprang up within him and he moved with alacrity and grace up the few remaining steps, singling out the Togruta. He still saw the world in the translucent sheen of the Sight, the Sith’s blistering aura of red and black contracted like the beat of a heart, horned montrals made him look a devil.

Korr came in from the Sith’s right with a quick horizontal chop of the cerulean blade aimed to deprive the Togrutan of his right arm just above the elbow, leaving Marcello free to engage either the other Sith, or the Togrutan’s left side.

 

[Jareb Kaine]

Allies: [member="Loske Matson"]
Enemies: [member="Ecarht Arak"]
Objective: Not blow up (with style )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZuZ9JoYnMA​

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Jareb didn't even have time to curse at the unwelcome sound. He pushed as hard as he could on his control yoke, sending his X-Wing into a streamlined dive through space. Jareb felt a pressure building in his chest as the inertial compensators failed to keep up. He yanked the controls in the opposite direction toward him and swung his snubfighter into a corkscrew. The beeping had spaced out due to his quick maneuvering, but began to gain on him again as he leveled off.

"Damnit! Why don't these things have flares!" He yelled to himself. "Bee Dee, disengage shields. Give me full power to the engines!" The droid whistled questioningly back at him.

"The more you hesitate the sooner we're gonna get slagged!" Jareb called back while forcing the throttle into it's most forward position. In his haste to avoid the torpedo trailing behind him, he'd lost formation with Rogue 5, and now found himself under the majority of the battle. Unfortunately, a squadron of Axe-wings inbound from Coruscant's atmosphere were headed straight in his direction.

"Chit!" He cursed, then laughed abruptly. A quick plan formulated in his head. "Bee Dee, you might want to shut down for a sec, I don't think you're gonna like this." He said grinning. As three enemy fighters broke off from the group towards him, Jareb held course. The nose of his X-Wing tipped back and forth like a watercraft in the sea as Jareb did his best to avoid the incoming fire. At 1000 meters and closing, Jareb still hadn't diverted course. He kept off the guns too, flying silently at the three fighters. At 250 meters, the fighters understood what he was trying to do, but by then it was too late. Jareb pulled back on the throttle before he yanked away and scraped against the most center Axe-wing. BD-3 let out a high pitched screech, indicating he hadn't shut down as suggested. The beeping slurred into a solid tone before Jareb was thrown against his crash harness from the rear explosion.

One dot was now absent on his radar, and more importantly his ship was still in one piece.

"Hull integrity at 76% percent. Swivel cannon offline." Jareb's damage report was luckily minimal.

"Let's not do anything like that ever again." He mumbled while shaking the shock off. "Alright, shields up! Let's give 'em hell for that!" He spoke to his droid.

"Rogue Five, I'm on a flight path back. Ready to assist."

 

[Darth Abyss]

He was outnumbered, trapped behind enemy lines and no attack or defense would safe the young Acolyte. Any move he could make would end with him either shot or stunned or cut into pieces. His mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this mess in the seconds before the shots would be fired. The bullets fly trough the air, passing the area the sith was only seconds before. Once again he used his power to become one with the world around him, invisble to most. Abyss could not remeber the last time he had to run this fast, but he no doubt that his little trick would only give him a few seconds of confusion before the [member="Ugohr Poof"] would attack again, so his only option was to bring as much room between him and the jedi as possible. He reappears a few meters away from the jedi, his saber deactivated and breathing heavily. He drops the hilt of his weapon on the ground while holding his other hand up in the air, using the force to pull the news drone of [member="Aneya Maev"] close enough to record the audio of what he was about to say. He was informed over com only moments ago what happend to the news system of coruscant and he would no allow the Alliance to spread their propaganda. His words were aimed at whoever took over the prodcast, as much as at the jedi and his man and the rest of coruscant.

"You call us the aggressors, yet you came to our capital, our home to bring what? Freedom? Peace? Look at all the "freedom" and "peace" around you."

He uses the force to change the angle of the drone, aiming the camera at the path of destruction behind him.

"You call us greedy, but yet you are here to do what exactly? To take coruscant so your filthy corrupted leaders can become even richer? So that the jedi can once again enforce their "laws" on all these that not follow their dogma? You tell the people that you are here to help them, instead you came here and burned down their homes and risked the life of any woman, man and child on coruscant."

After his last words the now unarmed man falls to his knees his hand up in they air so anyone could see that he had no weapon, looking at the jedi with a twisted grin.

"Come on jedi, show coruscant what will happen to those who will not bend before the jedi. Show them what your so called freedom and peace is made of."

[member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Valley

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Kira Vaal"]
[member="Break"] want to come and play? Anyone else?

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“We'll catch up soon kira!” Jacen called. Another pang of guilt. He turned back to Gabe as he started to strap up his armour. Lightweight scales were at least easy to put on, not like phrik plate. “I've got you a carbine, folding stock and a stun setting. Only two power packs and one gas cannister though.”

It would have to do, there was a limit to the weight Dave could carry. Even if he had been designed as a mobile weapons platform and was without his gun. With a clunk, he slotted his shield onto his back. His saber hung from his belt whilst his hand cannon and sonic cabine rested on each hip. Odd, that even after all this time he still felt naked on the battlefield without a good rifle and some grenades.

Trusting the Force he carried on the direction he'd sent Dave. Not much light reached these lower levels, where old met new, but it was enough for the Jedi. Jacen ran his hand along one of the walls lightly.

“I knew this corridor. Grew up here,” he said softly before a pause. “I shouldn't be here. Should be with the others. What can I even say or do to keep him safe?”

Jacen sighed. This was a selfish act. To look after his son instead of the greater good was a deviation from the path of the Jedi. But if he went with the others and after the battle was done, found out that Tristan was dead and that he could have stopped it…it would be the end of him.

Before the Wrath’s twin could reply Dave called back over the comm: “Two life forms approaching.”

Jacen narrowed his eyes. “Not him, but acolytes. Soldiers close behind. Just kids,” he confirmed, putting his Occluder on stun. He unhooked his shield as well. He'd been practising, but this seemed as good a time as any to test it out.

“Do you want me to engage?”

“Dave, you have no gun.”

“If you ordered me to, I would still attack.”

“I get it, you're very brave. Get out of sight.”

Jacen broke into a run, turning the corner to find the pair of acolytes ahead. Barely kids, likely sent down to investigate the disturbance in the Force. Tris could be out there right now, given the same kind of task to be struck down by Ryan Korr or another.

Scarlet blades came to life as Jacen charged. The nearest swung, expected the blade to shear through the odd shield with ease. It didn't. Jacen blocked with Force, turning the blade aside. He wound up and slammed forwards. There was a grunt as the air was knocked from the acolyte and he was launched from his feet. The shield came away and he put a stun bolt into the Sith at point blank range.

 

[Lassiter]

[ [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] ]​

Her feet sped up to the beat of the battlefield and the chorus of pain. There was something off about this entire ordeal, as if the inevitable hadn’t quite happened yet. The valley that the half-vahla ventured would have been a prime target, yet there wasn’t a single hint of jedi blood to be felt. Sena didn’t like this. The enemy she was used to was lazy, fat and sauntered. Nothing about a complete lack of sensory in the force spelled the name of such an invader. The bombs above were dropped by someone capable, someone who knew what they were doing. Perhaps that went for the people who were inbound for this particular target.

The sword slowed her approach and began to throw a careful eye at her surroundings. Had the Jedi grown brains all of a sudden? Were they watching her? Quietly laughing at her cluelessness? The mere thought of it caused her teeth to grit and temper to flare. She’d rather die than see the day someone like them could outwit her. They were free to overpower her, but outwitting her would be the last straw. Without putting much thought to it she gently began to sneak around in a state of paranoia; watching the shadows and staying by the edge of the darkness that they provided. She would hear them, she would hear them coming and she would kill them.

The sneak led her into the courtyard. Before her stood a grand statue of a dead twi’lek she’d never bothered to read the plaque of. To say Sena was a sith would be to draw heavily on the allegiances she owed.

In the distance a figure approached. A figure denied any kind of presence in the force. The half-vahla was once again reminded of her earlier suspicions: this woman had a brain. That made everything a lot harder than the murderous little vixen might have wanted it to be. It wasn’t even a might, it was a definitely. This definitely made things harder than she wanted them to be.

She flicked the ignition on her saber to let the orange blade reveal itself. A rebuild and almost exact replica of the last time she had faced a jedi. With little to no hesitation or time to think she thrust herself towards the once-again-supposed jedi.

“I found you!” She growled. “Can’t hide from me!” Crazed cackle ensued. “Die, Jedi scum.”

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Westport, Coruscant
Allies: [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Blazing Eye"] | [member="Gortugg"]

Katarn snorted. "Understood, Cap'."

Alliance 'Special Forces' Marines was a malleable term for the best killers the thinly-stretched armed forces could get their hands on. Most were ex-Fringe commandos, but the whole lot were a mixed bag. These Vacheads gathered warily around the Hapan Captain and Sal, heads on swivels.

Several of them raised their weapons when the glass door slid open. Directorate boys piled on through. Katarn grunted. Lots of different groups operating together. He wondered if they'd all play nice, or set to seein' who was top dog. Lotta barking either way.

Sal wasn't a leader. He didn't prep briefings; he listened to them. Katarn knew how to do just about one thing - kill - and he did it pretty well. Putting rounds down range to fry some eggheads was all he was good for in this sort of scenario. He was the sort of SpecForce they called a 'meat eater' and he knew it.

So, the half-breed stalked away from the brass and moved to help secure the perimeter. Didn't need to ask where he needed to be, since Ka still flew overhead. He saw the world through the shrike's keen eyes and identified troops in combat. Katarn moved inside the spaceport building.

He emerged on the spaceport roof a few moments later, particle beam rifle unslung. After setting up, Sal went prone and picked out one of the targets he had seen earlier. In the distance, Eggheads were trying to make headway into the port using a catwalk. Alliance soldiers were in cover at the other end of the walkway, but the Imps had brought in a land speeder with an E-web turret on the rear. The technical was laying down a veritable wall of suppressive fire. It needed to be taken out.

Peering through the scope, Sal centered the targeting reticle on the generator block of the speeder, then squeezed the trigger. A spear of energy shrieked from the muzzle and tore through the air, punching a head-sized hole through the front of the speeder and ripping out the other side, atomizing everything in between. The speeder coughed smoke and flame and a panicked pilot struggled to maintain control of the craft as it began to list. In a few moments the thing would be spiraling toward the ground far below.

Katarn scanned through Ka's eyes, looking for a new target.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: Steps of the Sith Temple
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Tes Dralyn"]
Enemy: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member=Marcello Matteo]

As the Lord of Ruin marched towards the steps of the temple, he felt another beacon within the Force join his mark. The unnamed target had compelled him first because of its intensity. He could strike down as many Knights as he pleased, even Masters, but this one he felt mattered. Even if defeat came upon the Sith Council he could take comfort in that his actions would leave many in mourning. If victory was to be theirs he would make sure it was a Pyrrhic one. If their defeat was on the agenda he would with pleasure grant them that as well. The fact that their numbers just doubled did not concern him. If he was truly Sith then it would not matter. If he was not Sith then he longed for death.

"Prove to me that you are my apprentice." death was the sign of the weak, those purged from their order. He did not reward failure. "And the secrets of the Dark Side will be yours" he made the promise she already knew. Now the time for words were over. This had mostly to do with the fact that he was not the only one who observed through the Force. It would appear that the one he had called target looked upon him and did the same. Convenient. Was this fate?

Cerulean crashed upon lava red. There were no taunts, no introductions, no promise of death or fair treatment if only the other surrendered. They both knew what the other was. They both knew the answers they would give to the unasked questions. The Jedi was good to spare them of the effort. With his left he parried the incoming blow, side-stepping towards the side opposite of the path of his opponent's blade. The weapons remained interlocked as the Togruta glided with his side-step. His right extended in direction of the Jedi Master.

From within his robe he quickly pulled out with the Force an unseen hilt, rapidly igniting it the very second it met with his hand. Perhaps surprisingly, its colour was green. Green, perhaps, yet its core appeared dark, as if it was drawing the light to it rather than emanating it. The short-range surprise was aimed at the Jedi's mid-section, facing upwards with the slightest of tilts. Perhaps it was a surprise he should have saved for later. However, if he could grant himself an early advantage he would be a fool not to seize the opportunity in front of him. If he did not score a hit, then hopefully he would force his enemy to reveal one of his secrets in return, making them even.

 

[Asmus Janes]

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

His breathing sounded so loud that he was certain anyone would hear it within a mile. For now he focused on putting each foot ahead of the last, his hand never straying far from the blaster on his hip.

There was a floral note in the air. That was unexpected. Perhaps someone had made a valiant effort to make these dark passages more appealing and dumped a gallon of perfume down here. It wasn't working. These lower levels were ancient. Some areas the authorities just carried out enough maintenance to keep them structurally sound. Making them inhabitable was a secondary concern, just as long as the higher levels were safe.

He couldn't tell which direction the voices were coming from. As he approached the place where path split up they seemed to come from a side passage. He took a few very cautious steps forwards, a surreptitious glance left and right followed. No chance he was risking going near the gang members. Didn't know what they were doing, or how they would react to him. Asmus took the path to the right.

 

[Lina Djo]

A moment to catch her breath was enough, she leant forward, hand resting on her knee not daring to look in Shadow's direction. Sucking in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and uprighted herself. She boxed her sorrow, shelving it to deal with later. An unhealthy practice but it was necessary in order to survive, less she crumble beneath the weight of her pains. Allowing them to be exposed would rick tipping her further into the darkness than she already was, and she wasn't desperate enough for that.

There was a shift of energy from within the palace and Mia braced herself as rubble catapulted from the crater she'd left in the palace wall. Amidst it all the sith charged towards her. "Kark's sake." she muttered, twisting to avoid a particularly nasty shard of metal, using the force to shunt the direction of others. She shifted backwards, letting the boot graze her chin, avoiding the full impact that it might have had. Her patience was wearing thin, her temper and nerves somewhat frayed. She caught his defensive strike, twisting it aside with a click of her tongue.

She shoved the stump of her arm forward, a powerful push in the force to recreate some distance between them. "Enough." she snapped, the air about him would begin to warm as she made the molecule dance, swiftly followed by fire. Mia enveloped him in it and stretched it into the palace beyond where it caught flammable substances of its own to add to the carnage.

[member="Darth Megnentis"]

 

[Isha]

Coruscant
Jedi Shadows and a small Spec Ops group as NPCs
Gear - Saber with Covenant Saber, Covenant Rings, VT-Jedi Vanguard Armor, light-shield
Allies [member="Taeli Raaf"]

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The Central Power Grid was a monolith of access tunnels and maintenance shutes. A pain in the butt to try and navigate through. Not to mention the crazy amount of security they would come across.

Tiny olive hued ears would give a subtle twitch. A finger came to her lips. They were within the maintenance, scurrying along. A small three fingered hand came up to ask the small group of elite Alliance SpecOps and Jedi to hold. Large, lavender eyes that dominated two-thirds of her face went peering through around the corner. The sound of approaching bootsteps indicated a patrol of security guards.

With a motion of her finger, she signaled for the group of Jedi Shadows to stealth in. If they could knock the patrol with little fuss, then the longer they could keep their presence hidden. It wouldn’t last for long, but every second would count.

Narrowing her eyes, Isha waited to make her move. A twitch of her ear and then she was off. Grunts could be heard as the Jedi erupted from their disguises, much to the surprise of the guards. Stuns and roots along with mindtricks would serve in the attempt to neutralize the squadron.

Isha was a pale purple blur, striking at the back of the knees and using her agility and small stature as her strengths. She may not be good with a lightsaber, but she could front good jabs to take a man thrice her size down.

 

[IT-88]

Location: Senate Main Hall
Unit: 12th Mobile Infantry
Enemies: [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Adder"]
Allies: [member="Soeht"]
Gear in Bio

88 and the rest of the 12th, now in the Main Hall, had engaged the Alliance forces. The commander was barking orders from behind a pillar. Troopers moved into position and started setting up the mounted guns. Men fell on both sides, cries of agony echoed the hall.

88 had taken up a position with another trooper, Malcolm was his name. 88 had a view over the whole area, he was atop a pair of fallen pillars, good cover and a vantage point was the best way for him to cover his allies while reporting in on enemy movements.

<<Enemy forces moving in from the North. A battle group of two dozen have bunkered in the stairwells and corridors. Push left and up, that is their blind spot. Mounted guns should provide cover while we move. Sir>>

88 took a well timed shot on an Alliance trooper who'd poked his head out. Caught him right in the temple. Brain matter covered his allies and cries of horror and shock could be heard.

The commander took 88's advice and sent the unit up the left side staircase. The damage to the OS troops was minimal compared to the Alliance losses. Once they'd taken the stairwell, they then began the arduous task of uprooting the entrenched Alliance soldiers. Grenades caused too much debris to efficiently see either side, but the optics 88 had allowed him an advantage...

 

[Laguz Vald]

Valley of the Lords
Delta Area: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]

If the man xe hunted refused to let up on the space magic, Laguz would just have to resort to other means of entertainment. Back in Primeval, hunting Mandalorians was all the fad. And lo and behold, as if to satisfy the hunter’s boredom, a Mando appeared.

T-visor, check. Jetpack, check. Crushgaunts? Yep. Ridiculous amount of weaponry? Ye— wait.

Xe zoomed in on the man, scrutinizing his loadout in greater detail. Huh. Go figure.
Apparently there were Mandos who didn’t bring half an armory to war. Stranger things have happened.

With a slight shift of position, the shifter checked up on Erebos again. The man was still encased in a ball of crackling lightning, sparks snaking out like the tongues of a ravenous beast. It didn’t look particularly receptive to bullets.

No, Laguz reasoned, better to wait for Jedi distractions.

Once the Darth was busy fending off the glowstick police, the sniper would have xir chance. Until then, somebody else would have to play ‘unwitting target’ with xem, and who better than the Beskar’gam clad warrior?

Laguz had beskar bullets, after all.

In a flash of fire, the Mando took to the skies. Normally, this would all proceed exceedingly fast; too fast for the eye to follow. Appropriately for an important sniping op, however, the assassin was trippin’ on D-grade, and xir perception trickled by with the lazy pace of a stoned snail.

With practice and some aid from the built-in gadgets in the scope, xe got the bead firmly on the speeding airborne figure – though for xem, the Mando was moving more akin to a leisurely stroll. Breath left xir lungs and everything else in the world disappeared. The Jedi, the Sith, the Valley itself. Nothing but the hunter and the prey. The extension of xir self, the lethal instrument so expertly cradled in xir grip. The gentle gust of wind, colored by ash and flame.

Xir whole perception was focused on a single point in existence. [member="Preliat Mantis"]’s jetpack.

When the rifle bucked in xir hands, it took Laguz by surprise, courtesy of her hair trigger. Like always, Tessie was completely quiet as she spat out the round, her coils accelerating it to speeds that far surpassed normal slugthrowers and blasters. And she wasn’t just quiet, Tessie; she didn’t make no fuss of it too. Lens glare or muzzle flash? Forget about those. She was a real lady, that rifle.

Finally, their eternal dedication, inscribed on the beskar itself.

From Primeval with love.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Vexen"]
Enemies: [member="Lyle Baelor"]
Location: With Micah and Vexen
Objective: TBA.
Gear:

Spoiler

Kaili’s Armor + Accessories
Bracers of Salee
Cloak of Aatrox
Serenity of Inari
Covenant Ring
Bodo Baas Gunbelt
Bobby Pins

Song: Graveyard Shift

The girl’s head quickly bobbed up and down in a quick nod. Stay still, she could do that. Or wait, did he want her to take a walk? Loop the loop, a quick circle around the facility to ensure Micah and Vexen had the time to get the outside under control? No, they wanted her to stay put and she’d let them have that comfort. Maybe some fresh air would do her good. Or well, as much good as heavily recycled air imported from other planets probably went. In the distance she heard the faint groans of men feeling the pain of a defel and it’s boy cleaning up shop and she took that as her cue, she couldn’t just stand around and not help out. With a deep breath and decisive steps she made way towards where she had last seen Micah and Vexen.

Kaili rounded the corner and with a quick glance she saw them both taking down a small crew by themselves. It was an admirable team performance. Heck, the girl even managed to get a smile out of it. A toothy grin spread on her lips before she took a look around the courtyard.

“Cameras.” She muttered before- “Loop the loop, of course!” The girl rubbed her brows and shook her head in shame. “Duh.”

While the last few remnants of that particular crew got handled by the dynamic defel-brother duo, Kaili snuck around the corner. Her hand traced along the walls as she followed the power lines to their home: their fusebox. While keeping an eye out for the occasional guard she managed to slip herself into a small alley. The smell of mildew reeked from this place as exhaust and condensation from the facility seemed to seep out and dissipate into the thin air. The ground was covered in a thick fog-like smoke and with little to no strain on her abilities she got the box open.

Only, there was a slight problem.

“Wrong wire.” She gritted her teeth. “Drek.”

A finger toyed with one of the switches inside the panel. Down, the light in the alley went out. Up, the light came back on again. She repeated it a few times for good measure before the genius idea struck her.

“Switch them all off.” The girl grinned again as she focused herself.

Deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

“Lights out.” The girl added for the sake of drama as each and every single light switch was flicked off within. “If you can’t see the cameras, you might as well make sure they don’t see you either.”

‘... Unless they got some real hi-tech sensors.’ Kaili thought and knocked on a nearby cardboard box as a supplement for the lack of real wood.

 

[Adder]

Senate building - Basement
[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="IT-88"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Alliance boots stampeding down a stairwell sounded no different than police boots stampeding down a stairwell, Adder observed. Even their objectives were similar. Once upon a time, she used to sprint with her blaster out, hoping to save a life before a petty criminal managed to take it. Now, she was sprinting with her blaster out, hoping to save thousands of lives before the epitome of all evil managed to blow them sky-high.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Isn’t life supposed to get easier[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] as you get older?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]They wheeled around a corner, panting. Hair stuck to the back of her neck with cold sweat, running down her spine and slicking the shirt. Her fingers held on tight – too tight – onto her Westar, knuckles white. Her breath ached in her chest and scraped at her throat with wicked claws, testament to a lack of activity in the field.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Well, at least something’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] getting older[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Halen stopped them all with a sharp yell when they rounded another bend in the maze of basement corridors, and Kallis pushed to the fore.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“This the place?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Yeah. It’s closest to the foundations of the building. If I was gonna plant a bomb to bring it all down, it’d be here.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Alright. Begeren, Pall… Adder? You got any experience disabling explosives?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]That was the trouble with a motley crew like the 5th. No real structure or specialized personnel. They were resourceful and quick on their feet, though, and that’d have to do. Not like they had any other options. By the time the real bomb squad arrived, the Senate building would be little more than smoke and rubble. And corpses. Lots of those.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Yeah. Dealt with plenty of chit in my day.” The other two echoed her words in their own way, looking just as unsettled as she felt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“We’ll manage,” Halen said and smiled his best reassurance. “The rest of you, fan out, check every room. Could be that they didn’t go for the obvious target. Kallis, you take point.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Begeren had sliced the door open while the others split up, and soon, the four of them were feeling their way into the bowels of Coruscant.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Tick tock.[/SIZE]

 

[Aver Brand]

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

You’d be surprised, but sneaking about in phrik armor was… well, not as difficult as Aver had expected. Or maybe everyone was just panicking and not nearly as attentive to their surroundings as they’d usually be. Whatever the case, the merc managed to get pretty far before she encountered resistance. No skimping this time, no sir. A dozen, with a decorated leader at the front, a blaster in hand, and a very determined expression on her face.

Testa deCrion looked like someone of the old guard. The officers forged in the fires of worlds whose conquests were her own handiwork. Hours and days of painstaking planning and strategy, culminating in glorious assault and inevitable victory. The sight of the lady was almost enough to bring a nostalgic tear or two to her eye.

Until the colonel pointed a gun at her, of course.

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Aver warned with a voice that implied she wanted her to do exactly that.

Instead of mincing words, Testa just pulled the trigger. Yep. Definitely the Vragglerock school of Warfare, this one.

She had the decency to take a step back as the shot hit her square in the chest, leaving a dark scorch mark on the matte metal. Aver winced, but the sublayers of her armor didn’t let much of the heat through. There’d be a bruise, of course, and it would last for a whopping minute or so.

The colonel made to shoot again, but the merc wasn’t there anymore. Instead she was ripping out the throat of a guard. In her other hand, the baton was whirling madly, keeping the rest of them at bay. Making sure to stay in the short measure, Aver moved from one soldier to the next in the time it took them to realize what was happening. By then, three of them were dead, and the merc had just buried her fist in the belly of the fourth, right to the elbow. Her spine tingled, and she twisted them both around, catching a spray of bolts with the writhing man impaled on her arm. Wriggling her fingers about between the organs, Aver pushed aside the cava and the iliac bifurcation, wrapping them around the ligament-clad spine instead.

And then she squeezed.

“Get Gulden and Bevog to safety! I’ll deal with this schutta,” Testa yelled over the angry buzz of blaster fire, retreating to take cover behind a cluster of desks and instruments.

Aver let the dead weight slide off her bloody gauntlet and pulled flush against the nearest wall. The emergency lights flickered overhead with the thrum of collapse, far above. Maybe it was the sound of the Alliance breaching the walls, maybe the Sith were sealing off the corridors. No way the merc could tell.

It did give her a rhythm to dance to, though.

“Colonel,” Aver called out as she holstered her baton. “I’ll let you and your people leave. Just give me the man who operates the generators, and you can all get out of here alive.”
‘Here’ being the Research centre. Loray Tares was a whole ‘nother animal that would shred them to ribbons, had they the misfortune to cross his warpath.

“You will let us leave? Stop wasting your breath, merc. This is One Sith territory, and you… you’re dead meat.”

“Miss deCrion. Testa. I implore you, don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“How the frak do you know my name?”

That gave her pause. The skull grinned, because skulls can’t do anything else. Yes, how did Aver know that? Good question. Funny answer. Colonel Testa deCrion – she’d been a Captain back then – used to serve under her. Telti, Balmorra, and Contruum. Not to mention countless smaller battles, where fewer lives were lost. But that woman was dead, and Aver Brand was a merc.

“Give me your head generator operator and nobody gets hurt. Your kids still live on Kuat, right?”

Deathly silence.

“Operator?”

 

[Aela Talith]

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

Her palm came up almost as soon as she saw the lightsaber in her peripheral vision.

There was a half a second of nothing, and then the emitter within her palm sprang to life. The light-shield that she herself had created suddenly jumped into existence, a bright burning circle forming just above her palm as the lightsaber spun towards her. The blade clashed with the shield, springing against it, carving for half a second before coming to a sudden halt before quickly bouncing off. The Acolyte would have time to recall it with the Force, but Aela would move first.

Her other hand, the scrunched fist that held Sohet frozen in time suddenly wrenched towards the left.

She would her strength in the force to wrap the frozen Sith Lord in a bind of Telekinesis and then simply hurl him towards his Own Acolyte. Hopefully she would succeed in lifting him and sending the two Sith into one of the far pillars.