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

[Loske Treicolt]

Ally: [member="Jareb Kaine"]


[Standard armaments: 6 Torpedoes.

Torpedoes still equipped: 4] Frank reported.

Something happened in the skies to the right. Another campfire.

[Torpedoes still equipped: 3].

“And we’ve got seven, plus a few more treats.” The girl confirmed, registering the damages being reported across her display. Her adrenaline was coming back now, especially watching this son-of-a-gun take out some of her comrades because she’d let her get away. Truly, she should have used that explosion as a false testimony of her own death and cut through with crazy gun fire. With a growl to herself, she stored that suggestion for next time.

“Flick it to the favourites.” Music filled the cockpit.

Her comm indicated that her support was back, the fact that one of her colleagues had pulled an intricately fancy manoeuvre helped the adrenaline fire up in her blood: “Good to hear ya back and alive.” It was straight fact that her adversary in the skies was now shooting straight for her.
This again. The aerial competition of chicken. She, of course, in attack position and speed - rocketed forward. “Cover me, sixteen. Going to need some overhead blasts on this bogie. Use what you’ve got and give her heck.”

Locked in on the straight attack line, the girl concentrated focus; engaging @Echart Arak’s fighter with plasma fire all the while. In the ready, she prepared her larger arsenal for launch.

 

[Eralam]

Location: Rooftop, two klicks north of the Valley
Objective: Facilitate evacation of civilians away from combat zone.
Allies: Team Valor
Enemies: Team Mystic, Team Instinct

It was finished, or mostly finished, at any rate.

The Network's safehouses near the combat zones were nearly full to capacity, and the flow of evacuees had dried up to a trickle in most places. They expected stragglers to keep trickling in over the course of the battle, but for the most part, the folks who would leave already had. The rest of the population would likely shelter in place, for better or worse.

So far, projections and reality matched pretty closely. Though they had planned for as much as three percent of the target areas to seek shelter, they were actually expecting about 1.8%. The actual figure turned out to be about 1.72%. It was a tiny fraction of the population, but Coruscant's population was huge. Exact numbers were still coming in, but they had at least 300,000 civilians holed up.

By all accounts, the rest of the planet was slowly turning into a madhouse. Reports were coming in of rioting and looting in some districts, and there was reason to believe that the One Sith were instigating. It was impossible to confirm, and frankly, Eralam didn't want to know. He had brought those he could out of the districts threatened directly by the conflict, and that was going to have to be good enough.

Despite his earlier speech to the Network, or the slightly more cynical version he gave Goran, the old Iron Knight couldn't really say why he decided to carry out this operation. He had always been more pragmatic than altruistic. The Network stood to gain little from this venture, and there was a lot at stake. They were trying to set it up to make it look like a rogue slicer gang had taken control of the droids and led people to safety, but it was a paper thin story that would only work because of the chaos. He was fairly certain the operation wouldn't directly reveal the existence of the Network, but a sufficiently intuitive individual might infer the existence of a shadowy organization from the clues left behind.

Sure, saving people would look good, and if someone did tumble onto the Network, they could point to the operation as proof of their goodwill. And even if only a tiny fraction of a percent of the folks they saved were grateful enough to aid the Network in the future, well, that was still a pool of hundreds, maybe thousands. But what if-

"Enough," Eralam growled.

Koko looked up from her data trance.

"Hmm? Enough what?"

"Sorry." The elder Shard shook his head like a bantha trying to shake away flitnats. "I'm getting old. Too easy to get lost in thought."

Koko nodded, and then her expression went blank again as she submerged herself in information.

For a being with no tendons, muscles, or ligaments, Eralam could stretch convincingly. He raised his arms over his head, hands grasped, and arched his back. It was a gesture he picked up from his time in HRDs, where long hours behind a desk or in a cockpit could cramp muscles. It served to relieve his mental tension more than anything.

And then he did something he hadn't done since the beginning of the invasion: Eralam opened himself up fully to the Force.

His awareness, and therefore his aura, blossomed outwards with all the subtlety of a mushroom cloud. The Shard was incredibly old and powerful, but no one could ever accuse him of being subtle. His presence was neither light nor dark, nor inflected with anything resembling emotion. It was as vast and impersonal as an asteroid, and under the right circumstances, potentially just as destructive.

Anyone within a few kilometers would be able to sense him if they wanted. It was a calculated risk. On the one hand, he hoped to get a better sense of the battle through the Force. On the other hand, that might just make him a target.

Or maybe they'd just ignore him. Could go either way, really.

 

[Liliane]

[ [member="Lassiter"] ]

Lilin was on her feet in an instant after the appearance of another person. This one definitely didn't look like an ally, even her voice radiated her craziness and hostility. Seems like the Jedi Master's moment of rest was over.

"What a remarkable achievement," Lilin said. "I guess I shall be the one counting now. Better hide somewhere so that I couldn't find you." There was some sort of a playful ring to her voice, but it was heavily coated with feelings of annoyance and discomfort. But definitely not fear. She had learned not to fear fighting -- it was the essential part of her fight against the darkness. If she couldn't keep herself confident and brave, she couldn't be an inspiration to others. And that meant she would fight her fights on her own.

She ignited her lightsaber, letting the blue of the blade project a subtle light around it. She loved seeing how the blades of the Sith and the Jedi collided at times.

"You don't want to hide?" she asked, still teasing the woman a little. "Well, alright." She couldn't really tell how old she was. Maybe around her age, a little bit older? She couldn't tell her rank either. But that didn't really matter. All that mattered was her prowess at the battlefield. And if she was good with her blade, there was little to no meaning to her rank.

But Lilin did know one thing -- she would fight with bravery and valour that day, no matter however her enemy wanted to go with it. She wouldn't back down anymore, especially if she was in the heart of the One Sith. Even though her flat was located on the planet and she spent a lot of her time there, she'd had to keep undercover and not cause any trouble.

Now she could really fight and do what she was good at. And while she couldn't say her time living on the planet had been of any use to this battle, she thought it was still nice to know that if the Alliance was successful, she would get to live in friendly territory.

"Bring it on, Sith."

 

[Aver Brand]

Centax Memorial Wall
Main Generators --> Outside
[member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Darth Megnentis"]

There were very few things that could throw a seasoned killer off kilter. A monitor sparking to life was not one of them.

The interruption caused her to pause for a breath, look up from the ring of explosives she’d carefully strung around the massive set of generators. The flickering face of a man on the screen. How novel.

“Yes,” she said, and went back to work. Her hands had tied all manner of knots in their lifetime, from the literal to the figurative, but this would surely be her crowning achievement. Fitting, for it to be committed in the crown jewel of the Galaxy. The three powerful generators protecting the power grid thrummed on, oblivious to their imminent and violent demise.

The hologram was struck speechless for a moment. Perhaps he’d been expecting spiteful banter? Arguments? Yelling?

Aver gave him nothing. She was almost done already, and the piss-poor last ditch attempt to divert her attention had fallen flat. The commanders of Centax had never dealt with the Equalizer ilk before. Somewhere far above, Loray was carving his way through terrified soldiers and turadium, crushing all defenses in his path. She, far below, had just affixed the last explosive to the third generator.

“Thraus,” she tipped her head in a silent gesture of respect as she passed the display. “See you in the next war.”

Retracing her steps back to ground level was notably easier, mostly because she encountered very little resistance. Her muscles worked relentlessly as she ran down dark halls and steep staircases, breath coming sharp and jagged. Loray would feel it, her exertion, even through the haze of bloodlust that surrounded his presence like a red halo. And she would answer his inevitable question before he even posed it, for the preservation of them both.

We’re going dark in five.

She cleared out a pile of ferrocrete rubble with a hard grunt, sending the chunks into a pair of soldiers standing guard on the other side. Those who’d chosen to remain out of a misguided sense of loyalty. Frankly, they would’ve had better chances of survival outside, the poor sods. Aver stepped over their crushed bodies and out through the main entrance, peering up at the morose gray sky. Somewhere up there, countless miles above, a sun shone. Not that you could tell. With a city so broad and deep, artificial light had ousted it a long time ago.

Glancing down at her datalogger, the mercenary noted the ticking numbers.

00:21

How many people had come equipped with night vision? Spec ops, certainly. But the rest? Anyone flying a ship was going to be in serious trouble.

00:17

The Forcers would do fine, for the most part. Plus, lightsabers gave off light.

00:09

Now, the underworld. It was already a mess and it was about to make Nether look like a cozy vacation retreat. There were no words for the anarchy that would erupt below.

00:00

For the first time in a thousand years, you could see the stars of the Coruscanti sky.


//OOC: The generators for the Senate, Financial, and Manarai Mountains district have been blown up, causing district-wide BLACKOUT.
The lower you are, the darker it gets. Have fun, guys!

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Break"] | [member="Jake Daniels"]

Gabe watched the interaction between Marshall and Sith, looking back to Break for some form of recognition. He didn't recognize this Sith, which either meant his memory was fading from the mind transfer or this individual was an up and comer. Remaining silent until his time came to speak, Gabe flared his nostrils as he crossed his arms. Staring down this unknown figure, Gabe shook his head.

"You speak of peace as if it's something for which the Sith long. As if every invasion and every sweeping gesture they have made, to claim lands and planets, didn't come at the cost of millions. Whole worlds burn at their finger tips and they do nothing but add fuel to the flames. You paint the Alliance as a terrorist organization. I paint the Sith as liars. All of them."

Uncrossing his arms, he unclipped the pistol and carbine from his hips and walked quietly over to Dave. Attaching them to the battle droid, he removed his lightsaber and paused for a moment. Placing the lightsaber in the offered satchel, he took in a breath of air before turning back to Jacen. He suspected that this was a trap, as much as anyone in their right mind would. He was more familiar with the inner workings of the Sith than most, he knew of their inclinations for treachery. He recalled the meetings with the Black Rose and how they requested removal of his weapons in just the same way. And how he acquiesced. The was a small glimmer of hope that this would go differently.

"Find your son..." He looked towards the Sith. "I will entertain this apparent...anomaly."

He felt a shift on the planet, the flickering of lights in the distance simply...blotting out. "He needs you far more than I do."

Gabe may have been without weapons, but he was far from defenseless. And he couldn't help but feel the sting of guilt well up, as if the sweeping motions of the Jedi Marshall and his remarks were item lines upon Gabe's resume. As if everything he had ever done in his former life were so easily used to counter any form of righteousness on the Sith's side. And it was likely the case, but redemption wasn't a simple flash in the pan. It was a life's pursuit and one he would claim until the very end. Clenching his fists, he was prepared for Jacen to counter. And he would have none of it.

"Take the droid. Go."

 

[Darth Ayra]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

| [member="Taeli Raaf"] |

The sudden revelation that the Jedi Master wielded not only one Lightsaber, but two, completely changed the dynamic of the duel. The sequence and techniques of Lightsaber combat differentiated depending on what type and how many weapons you were using. For example, Darth Ayra's strikes would come from different angles, at a different pace and speed if she wielded two Lightsabers in a Jar'kai variant of the Djem So-Juyo sequences she was using; or if she had been using a dual-wielding Lightsaber. Experience dictated that the Dark Lord would never revealed her Jar'kai variant of her techniques, or the different sequences and styles of attack she mixed up when using a dual-wielding Lightsaber because that was essentially her ace in the hole when it came to Lightsaber combat.

It was why Darth Ayra completely missed the sudden activation, ignition and quick stab of the second Lightsaber as she assaulted Taeli. Bypassing her non-existent guard, the Jedi Master connected against the Dark Lord's body. A singed smell of burning fabric wafted up towards both women as the seconds elapsed. Purple light illuminated the monstrous features of Darth Ayra against the Jedi Master's collected calm as they stood in the center of the bridge. Around them, the power died, ending with them the neon lights that hung from the surrounding builds, as [member="Aver Brand"] finally brought the Alliance's operation on Coruscant to fruition. Submerged into darkness, Darth Ayra stood there as the seconds were ate away, held up only by the Lightsaber that was protruding her body.

And that was when she felt it. Or, rather, she felt nothing. Averting her eyes from Taeli's down to her stomach, Darth Ayra saw the shoto's emitter right up against her stomach. But she could not feel the Lightsaber in her. She had been stabbed once, in another battle on Kashyyyk, during her duel with Meric Nadun. She had instantly felt the sensation of being stabbed. But this was different. No, other than the symbiosis of pain traded for power made by the Orbalisks that littered Darth Ayra's body, the Dark Lord did not felt the debilitating effects of being stabbed by a Lightsaber. And that was when she knew what had happened.

As Taeli struck the Orbalisk's that covered the Dark Lord's body, Darth Ayra swung her free hand towards the Jedi Master's weapon arm and went to firmly grip it so as to hold Taeli in place. Lifting her Lightsaber into the path of the Jedi Master's primary weapon, Darth Ayra swung her weapon to cause a saberlock between them both, creating a deadlock between Sith and Jedi. Entering a contest of strength, Darth Ayra struggled against Taeli as she completed her attack. Force Lightning surged through the Dark Lord's hands towards the Jedi Master, in a brutal and savage attempt to electrocute her through the physical grip.

 

[Loray Tares]

Moments following this...​

Location: Centax Memorial Wall
Tags: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Darth Megnentis"]
Objective: Cause trouble
Gear: In biography
NPCs: Sergeant Demitri Ortan, Comms officer Aaron Baskovick (Both members of the 769th Breakout Company)

Amidst all the turmoil, even the primary reserves cut loose. It must have been the generators, the systems indicated another intruder. But Demitri had to keep his focus forward, to the threat in front of him and across this narrow hall. In the dark, the plasma cannons and missile launchers ignited the hollow sense of dread with blue and yellow flames. Each flash painted the intruder in another aspect, like movement through flash photography, until he was upon them. From the left and the right, Demitri heard the cries of death. The gasps of blood and the warm feeling of someones life, spattering across his face. Stepping back, he drew the weapon down and up.

The violet saber ignited in a snap hiss, flashing purple and red light, as it smacked hard against the weapon. Demitri stood quiet, seemingly unphased, as he looked the devil in the red visor. The sensation of cold ran down the length of his main arm, like a sensitive tooth struck with a hammer. Grimacing, he bared his teeth as he punched the beast in the chest. It nudged, just a bit, and Demitri was sure he cracked a knuckle in hisright hand. The light saber extinguished and the hallway went dark once more.

The disemboided voice erupted from behind him. "Very...good."

Dimitri turned, spinning on his left foot, just in time to catch the ignited blade aimed for the middle of his back. Smacking it to the side, he sliced downward. The sound of metal against metal, as force imbued blade hit armor, sung through the otherwise silent hallway. Blinking, the red bionic eyes searched the empty room. But it wasn't this enhancement that provided advantage. It was the 26 years of life he lived without eyes, trained in combat while blind. It was his naturally trained senses of smell, hearing, and feeling, that guided him now. And through the thick scent of blood and death, he heard the shift of plated armor.

"Valiant."

For the silence that followed, he felt the wind get knocked out of him. Like an anvil smacking against his chest, he was lifted from his feet and flung hard towards the hard cut turadium door. Turning naturally in flight, he landed on his side across the opening and felt the impending crack of all the ribs across his left side. Even through the armor, his breathing became labored and he couldn't hold the weight of the sword in his hand. Letting out a scream, he rolled over, struggling to grab the sword. But that all came to an end with the snatch of his collar, lifted once more from the ground. And then that sound again, the sound of an ignited light saber. The purple hue painted the dark armor of the knight, once more.

"End it! Monster!" Demitri spit venom with every syllable, biting through the pain.
"Yes...a monster." Demitri felt his vision blur through the hot pain resonating along his left side. But it wasn't simply his ribs. He heard a plop against the ground and craned his eyes downward, as the saber illuminated his now severed arm on the duracrete floor. Still twitching.

Letting out a scream, the Sergeant felt exhaustion overcome him as the intruder tossed his body like it was nothing. Smacking against the duracrete wall, the light went away. Whether that was a loss of vision or the saber extinguishing, Demitri couldn't tell. Lifting his head, he felt a cool wind blow through the hallway. And that smell of death once more.

"Survive and find me. Or don't. And fade away from memory."

His injuries overcame him as he slipped from consciousness. Just then, the fireteam radios echoed in the distance.

::Evacuate the facility. We are initiating fallen angel protocols. Directive 12 is in effect.::

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbwlGv9SWfY​

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"MOVE!" The general yelled as he ushered his men through the hallway corridors. Duracrete on both sides, it stifled him. He had intended to leave far sooner then this, far sooner than following the power outage. He couldn't believe just has far they had gotten, like a missile aimed directly for the memorial center. He had stopped to pay his respects to the wall, one final time, before trudging across the trail of blood and moving for safety.

Another hall. And another. The lights were gone and his bodyguard personnel guided him with lights mounted to the ends of their rifles. Each room got a mild form of inspection, protective detail pouring in before the General, only to rush the next door with haste. They were almost there, just one final room. Bulk storage, as he recalled, and a set of stairs in the back that would lead to the hangar. There, he could evacuate in shuttle and they could regroup. Their forces could regroup. And they could strike back at the Alliance for this grievous insult. For the death of countless soldiers.

His mind drifted to his adopted nephew, a prominent Sergeant. He recalled stationing him in the communication center, to guard the facility while Zerde worked on the logistics of defense. He wondered if he made it out in time. Zerde hoped he did, for the love he bore his sister.

The first guards poured through the room, lights panning across the empty area and the square columns. The floor had a slick appearance to it, as if covered in tar. The first guard slipped, sliding across the floor and leaving a wake behind him. It was then that the general realized the origins of the substance. His guard staggered as he stood up, professing vulgarities in reference to his deities.

Zerde shook his head, the shield across his body sparkling a feint blue hue. "Everyone, lights on!"

Each guard of the detail cut on their flashlights, flooding the large room with narrow bands of light that seemed to be searching. One caught glance of a black object in the distance, the figure of something kneeling. Then another light focused on it. And then another. As if on command, the figure stood and pointed upwards. With a few lights remaining on the figure, the others panned upwards, to find the bodies of the fireteam. Strung from the rafters.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

"What is the meaning of this?!?" Zerde couldn't fight back the feeling of overwhelming fear, hope being snatched from his fingers. He watched as the figure un-clinched a finger, letting a set of tags dangle from his fist. "Officer Aaron Boskovik wont be joining you. Neither will his Sergeant. Or their fire team." Turning his head, the figure revealed the red visor against black armor. "You, however, will be joining them."

Dropping the tag in the thick lacquer of blood across the floor, the chime of the clocktower, he disappeared in a haze of burning speed and the appearance of smoke. And the bodyguard personnel responded by unleashing all of their weapons in the surrounding area. Duracrete crumbled to the floor, green metal cases reflected sparks from the munitions, and the hall was filled with a deafening racket. Zerde stepped back, looking left and right to see if he could make a break for it. He thought he saw the image of a red visor in the distance but he simply rubbed his eyes, assuming the muzzle flares were making him see spots. He took off in sprint, heading around the perimeter to avoid the weapons fire.

 

[Aneya Maev]

ABOVE CORUSCANT
SCNN's J-type Star Skiff
Enemies: [member="Darth Megnentis"] / GNN

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The broadcast was all going so well, until...

... darkness.​

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The whole word was suddenly dark, an even that was never supposed to happen. The lights of Coruscant were supposed to shine, they were supposed to guide people through the night. It was supposed to be the lighthouse in the darkness of the vast space. But it was none of that now, because none of the lights shined.

Aneya looked out of the window, at the streets. The ship's lights were the only things that she could see lighting the ground up. There weren't any others nearby, even though she could see flickers of lights so subtle in the distance.

"Well..."

"Aneya, we are having problems."

"The drones can't get an image."​

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"Aneya, the problem is real. Our civ cams can't record anything."​

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"Aneya, we have to stop the broadcast because it's all dark. We can't get any decent material out of it."

"People, shut the kark up," she said at the reports that suddenly seemed to come from everywhere. She wanted to enjoy the blackout of the whole planet for a moment, yet it had been ruined by her team. Yes, of course she was on a mission and she wasn't supposed to admire the beauty of the environment and was supposed to focus on the task on hand instead, but... She just couldn't.

"The drones have lights. Keep on recording. People of the Alliance have to know of the blackout."

She smiled for a moment before turning around and noting, "The fiery passion of the Sith was extinguished." She put her comlink away. "It's time to drive out the dark now."

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REPORTER DRONE LOCATIONS:
1st Sparrow Drone - the Black Pyramid | [member="Count Morcus"] & [member="Elaine Thul"]
2nd Sparrow Drone - the Middle City | [member="Alesia Rivas"] & [member="Lukas Krieger"]
3rd Sparrow Drone - the Valley of Dark Lords | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Jake Daniels"]
4th Sparrow Drone - the Senate Building | [member="Adder"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Kyber Salurra"], [member="Courts Stisee"], [member="IT-88"]
5th Sparrow Drone - the Financial District | [member="Ugohr Poof"], [member="Lisette Kuhn"], [member="Abyss"], [member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Kelon Amadis"]

"I know people who would pay to get me back!" Asmus tried to plead. The man on the other side of the bars levered at him, before reaching into his pocket to draw out two credit chits that he tried to force on a gran next to him. The gran didn't seem to want them. That didn't seem like a good sign.

He turned away from the bars to the bizarre contents of his confines. The flowers managed to overpower the bodies piled beneath the ladder. Did the gang do this? Did the gang plant that underneath the nest of hawkbats? Doubtful.

Nothing for it but to cross the water and go for the ladder. He spotted a scatterblaster in the water and decides he could probably hide that under his hoodie.

Something small fluttered onto his nose and that was when everything went dark. Plunged into almost total darkness, he blew the moth away, unaware of how much noise that particular breed could make.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Westport Starport, Roof
Current Objective: Secure a Landing Zone
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Astarii Saren"]
Enemies: The One Sith | [member="Blazing Eye"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

A flood of civilians poured into the starport. Sal saw through the eyes of the Shrike. A hundred people, maybe more. He sniffed the air and grunted. Smelled like fear. Made sense. Sith were probably wasting civvies just for the fun of it now.

Katarn urged the bird to wheel closer. Their minds merged. He could feel the air currents beneath his wings as he circled lower in a spiraling descent. The eyes of a predator picked out the terrified faces in the crowd of people. They were among the perimeter defenses now, still running. Some had a determined look on their faces. Why-

A yellow-orange explosion erupted within the mass of bodies. Dozens of people were incinerated in an eyeblink. Dozens more went flying through the air. The blast wave didn’t care. Directorate, Alliance, and Coruscanti civilians alike died in the first few seconds.

Ka flapped his wings, pulling back from the searing heat. Flames danced amid the crater in the starport. Broken and dismembered bodies pulled themselves along. Groans of the dying mixed with cries for help.

Shaking his head, Sal broke the link. Blast. Suicide bomber. Nothing they could really do now but pick up the pieces.

He started to get up to his feet when suddenly he found he was not alone on a rooftop. If he’d had any questions about the fellow’s intent they were quickly dispelled.

Hm. Looks like I got a talker.

Personally, Sal didn’t much stand on ceremony.

“Sure,” he rasped as he let go of his rifle, reached behind his back, and pulled out a scatter pistol. Katarn squeezed the trigger once and sent 00 buckshot straight at Tarzan’s center of mass: five pellets a little smaller than a ball bearing.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Lyle Baelor"]

The noise Vexen made as she padded across the floor was barely even perceptible to her ears. The floor was simple, rough duracrete. It wouldn't creak beneath her weight. Those ears now swivelled back and forth as the edged forwards, scanning for any sounds. Even I'm near total darkness the defel wraith could find her way.

Even without the Force she could perceive the danger ahead. People were breathing, clothing and armour shifted as they crouched down in position. Blasters hummed as they were primed.

Vexen peeked around the next corner. Sensitive to the UV bands, she could make out the waiting soldiers. That they hadn't spotted her didn't mean they could make their way down the narrow corridor unseen. A ruckus would follow. They needed to get closer to the generator. They didn't even need detonators; they had a Kaili to deal with their systems.

Her question to Micah was beyond simple words, a concept conveyed directly through the Force. If she had verbalised it, she would have been asked What now. She could scout, but he knew what calls to make at the critical moments.

 

[IT-88]

Senate Building [member="Adder"], [member="Kyber Salurra"]
[member="Aela Talith"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Courts Stisee"]
Gear in Bio

The fight had been going well, the 12th was making great progress controlling the senate offices. Then...everything went black.

88 immediately turned to Nightvision optics. The rest of the unit lit up their helmet lamps to see where they were going. The offices went out, the back up generators should be kicking on, though, the magnitude of the explosion could have knocked them out as well. The Windows showed a city of black, little light was left to do nothing but highlight where the firefights were. ([member="Aver Brand"])

Though the Alliance and Sith forces hesitated momentarily at the suddenness of the Blackout(oooh I said it, it's the title of the thread! And I brought it into my post!!), the first shot soon started the fighting back up again. That shot would come from 88 who had snuck up to the Alliance lines and executed the commanding officer. In the midst of the chaos, 88 had managed to place himself in the flank of his enemy and gave him the perfect vantage point to eliminate all of the enemy soldiers.

This firefight was over, now on to the next. "All clear, move out!"

 

[Elaine Thul]

Position: The Ruins Of The Black Pyramid, and moving to source of the blackness.
Allies: The Wonderful Galactic Alliance
Enemy: [member="Darth Megnentis"]
Gear: H.T.E Dueling Armour, Pink Lightsaber
Forces: Housecarls, 4 Infantry companies, 2 Scout Platoons

The planet started going black, with the pyramid secure and contained. Her artillery kept up the bombardments, and sooner or later his shield would fail and his forces would face all hell. She did not need to wait for that to happen, something was going on near the memorial. She decide to investigate with force, she sent scout ahead and she recalled some of her infantry and head out with her housecarls. It take her some time to get there, but she was prepared for what was down there, after all what modern armed forces did not carry torches........

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

Location Financial District

Allies: [member="Abyss"]

Enemies: [member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Ugohr Poof"]

Confronting: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk[/youtube]​

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I knew I was playing a dangerous game, leaving myself to the abyssal whim of my opponent that had bartered her common sense for a cheap kill by following me, and despite what the situation looked, I had a plan. If my calculated plan was to work, then I needed [member="Abyss"] to put on the grandest show of all, and if in the event he couldn't pull off the role assigned to him, then plan B would have to suffice. For now, I had faith in the plan.

I walked, slowly and carelessly like a drunk, turning my blade off and on, hoping to keep the attraction of the moth to my flame. I turned and twisted around buildings, while the war raged on humorously around me. I cursed myself for missing the chance to kill the enemies of the Sith, but I believed in quality over quantity, because anyone can boast killing X amount of enemies, but for me, I wanted to upstage everyone by silencing a member of the Jedi Order that held respect among those that swallowed their poisoned juice. Grape I hoped the flavor was.

Sighting the site that would be the host of the most legendary fight to ever take place in Sith-Jedi fights, I stopped abruptly and turned my lightsaber off, and spun around to face my incoming foe. I had to admit when I saw her that she was utterly beautiful, a creature that didn't deserve to face the fate the cards of life had dealt her. A portion of me felt almost guilty for the things that I would be forced to do to her, but in the game of survival, one such as myself needed to push aside those immoral thoughts, and get down to business.

"And so we begin," I spat gripping a chunk of ruined building that laid on the ground and hurled it at her through the Force, and not wasting time to meet my death if it came down to that dealer's hand, I ignited both of my blades and charged her in serpentine motions, cause only an egotistic monster would charge head on. While I closed the ground between myself and the queen of beauty, I kept my eyes focused on her and my surroundings, waiting to react to anything I failed to foresee.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Coruscant - Financial district
Outside the wreckage of an AT-AT with two lightsabers (Darth Jar Jar's lightsaber in his right hand, an orange w/ black core lightsaber on his left hand)
Music: Raging flame of Madness (Luminous Arc 2)
Allies:

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PC: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
NPC: Army of Malastare: 420/800, 1st and 7th Legion: 9,170/12,000

Enemies:

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PC: [member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
NPC: 470 infantry, 2 AT-AWs, 5 Blastail MC-1s (reinforcements from [member="Darth Megnentis"]), rioters

In the confusion generated by the sudden blackout, as night fell in the Financial District, and its lights all turn off at once, the enemy reinforcements were faced by rioters from the underground beneath them; soon the street beneath Ugohr collapsed as a result of the riots happening down below and he had to use the Force to deflect debris along his path in a lot of different directions. The rioters were coming as a stream and, as soon as he saw his opponent disappeared, he knew he had only a moment or two to stay clear of the path his opponent intended for him in an attempt to finish him off. But the bad news is that rioters fighting with makeshift weapons sprang from the sewers below, forcing Ugohr to use a telekinetic blast to throw the manhole cover at a level where he could expect to be hit by a lightsaber, like his stomach. And the unlucky Ithorian rioter got hit by the manhole cover as well as a lightsaber stab.

"If yousa want to kill mesa family afterward, theysa not all on Naboo. Some of mesa family on Ringo Vinda, others on Malastare. Yoursa reinforcements now fighten both da rioters and da Alliance"

"General, rioters have engaged both One Sith forces and ours" the Jawa tank XO told him over comm.

"Shoot to stun"

By now rioters from the undercity poured all over the financial district, oblivious to the minefield at street level that the Alliance couldn't clear because their own minesweeping vehicles got their flails disabled by enemy artillery fire, and smashed windows at street levels in an unending torrent of vandalism sweeping and chanting "Down with the Force", "No justice, no peace, kark the police", and so on, so forth. Some unsuspecting rioters set off mines whose detonations are heard in the distance, while Ugohr had to contend with other rioters, only swinging lightsabers at rioters that have shown willingness to use lethal force. Some of them just wanted to smash windows to steal what's beneath them, others wanted to rob banks, others still just wanted a chance to land a potshot at stormtroopers. He couldn't tell the mixture of the rioters' Force-alignments while Ugohr had to deal with a group of thugs that seem intent at firing blasters at him, batting at them using swirls of both lightsabers.

"Load da stun boomas"

"Fire" the Gran grenadier ordered his men.

Night combat was already messy enough as it is, now rioters were given a golden occasion to wreak havoc all over the Financial District that they never had a chance to do even in demonstrations prior. But Ugohr, now a good distance away from Abyss, thanks to the rioters, was confronted by a rioter that was disarmed by bounced blaster fire, using a mind trick on him:

"Yousa surrender"

"I surrender" the unsuspecting rioter said, hypnotized.

"Yousa will not take up arms against da Galactic Alliance or da One Sith again"

"I will not take up arms against the Galactic Alliance or the One Sith again"

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

 

[Darth Abyss]

In the blink of an eye coruscant got dark. Suddenly everybody on the battlefield was blind ... everybody but Abyss. With the lights of it was almost impossible to see the sith, the combination of his force power with the lack of light turned him into nothing more than a voice in the darkness. He had turned his lightsaber of to not give away his position to [member="Ugohr Poof"] and his troops, melting into the crowd of rioters. Once again the sith uses his words to spread fear into the minds of these around him. They were already controlled by their dark emotions, by fear, anger and hate. The use of the dark side would make it simple to push them over the edge, force them to focus on one goal only: The death of the jedi.

"People of coruscant, the jedi and Alliance have betrayed you. They came her with the promise to free you, they told their lies on tv and now look at them. Look how they slaughter you, your brothers and sister, your parents, your friends and loved ones. And they will succeed if you are to blind to see. Stop fighting those that stand behind you, join the one sith forces. With your help we can give coruscant back to who it belongs: The people."

The first rioters around the sith start to push forwards, ready to kill the jedi with whatever weapon they got. The words of the sith and the unsettling energy within them clouded their mind. Fear was a peculiar thing. A emotion so deeply intertwined with survival that it can take over control over the mind. When fear takes over there are only to options: Fight or flight. Most rioters choose fight, more and more man attacking the jedi. Once again a bodiless voice can be heard, the words now aimed at jedi:

"I hope you enjoy slaughtering these you meant to free. Have the jedi decided how many dead civilians will make the difference between self defense and a massacre?"

Abyss bathed in the glory of the moment. With the reinforcements and the chaos of the riotes the one sith could be able to push back the jedi and his man, forcing them to join the fight around [member="Clovis Torcularis"] and [member="Lisette Kuhn"]. The sith remained in the crowd of rioters, a shadow watching as the first alliance soldiers fell, hit either by blaster fire from the sith forces or by stones and punches thrown by the people of coruscant.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

Gear: In signature

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

'Karking orbalisks,' Taeli thought as her shoto blade impacted against the organic symbiotic armor of her opponent, leaving a char mark on the shell and a hole in the robe revealing the purple and orange insect chitin. She was forced to engage in a saber lock as her opponent drove her lightsaber down at her again, and then her opponent's hand closed on her left arm. Taeli knew what was coming even before the Sith unleashed it. She knew Force Lightning quite intimately. It had been her favorite technique in the past, and still was with the use of Electric Judgment. That said, while she knew it all too well, she also knew how painful it was when bolts of lightning suddenly erupted from her opponent's hand and arced across her body.

Taeli gave a long cry of pain as the lightning blasted her, but she kept the saber lock going. Smoke was rising from her hair as the ends burned, wisps of smoke rising from her cortosis-weave robes as the filaments within them that allowed them to change color shorted out... but now she had a plan. She knew orbalisks, and all while she was crying out in pain and seemed to be on the verge of letting go of the saber lock, she had figured out the best way to deal with her opponent. Her shoto blade fell to the bridge with a clatter, the blade turning off. Her opponent might feel a sense of triumph as the purple blade winked out, but Taeli's now free hand was moving elsewhere... right onto her opponent's stomach and the orbalisk shell that was visible. Pain and electricity still surged through her, but now... Taeli would be looping that back into her enemy, directly into the orbalisk her hand was touching.

Behind the energy going back, green arcs of lightning erupted as she unleashed her Electric Judgment straight into the orbalisk. Now, orbalisks could absorb some electrical energy, but a straight and powerful surge of two different lightning blasts would be too much for the creature and maybe it's fellows. They would be swelling, burrowing deeper into their host to try and escape the overload, but they couldn't go far enough and one would inevitable pop and die with sickening smell.

Elsewhere, the Alliance and Directorate marines were confused as previously held positions of the Sith forces were abandoned or only lightly held now. Cautious, considering the rolling blackouts that were purging districts into complete darkness, they thought it might be another tactic of the enemy. Ambush in the dark and all that. Sparrow drones were deployed ahead, searching but finding little in the way of opposition. It was almost like the enemy had disappeared.

"Captain, we're picking up chatter of something called Directive 12 being transmitted from Sith High Command," one of the Directorate marines said. "Must be some sort of evacuation code."

"Or something else," the captain mused. "Keep a sharp eye out. I don't like this at all."

The advance continued, but with whatever this Directive 12 was, it obviously meant the Sith forces were no longer actively engaging the forces arrayed against them. More nodes for the water system fell into Alliance hands, with the Directorate marines getting to a sub-station and re-routing power to illuminate their path. It wasn't much, just the emergency lights, but it was enough to show they were at the main hydrosupply center's entrance. Some Sith forces were still present, but they only offered token resistance to the Alliance before surrendering or retreating to another location.

"When Master Raaf is able to respond, inform her we've arrived and begun securing the hydrosupply center," the captain ordered. "Search for any hints of sabotage. Send a flashcode to Master [member="Isha"] that more men will be heading her way and that the Sith seem to be retreating."

 

[Blazing Eye]

[member="Sal Katarn"]
The shot from the scattergun might have been effective against an ordinary soldier, but Blazing Eye was no ordinary soldier. He was a duelist, bred and trained to face his opponents in such an arena. Every movement, every shift in weight or balance, was like a flashing neon sign to the Esh-kah. As soon as his opponent went for the weapon Blazing Eye was moving, his opponent's intent as obvious as if he had written it on his face. There was a rule among duelists and those who fought blade against gun, known as the twenty-one foot rule, where a melee-armed opponent was capable of covering a distance of twenty-one feet before a firearm-armed opponent could react, draw, and shoot. Blazing Eye may not have been within twenty-one feet, but the status of his opponent's holster behind his back and the time he took to raise the weapon and actually aim his shot gave the charging warrior a little extra time, not to mention that Blazing Eye was in excellent physical shape. His opponent had no idea what he was dealing with.

By the time the gun was in place Blazing Eye had covered more than half the distance, and as soon as the weapon was leveled he threw all his weight into a diving roll to his opponent's left. The buckshot singed past and over him, and as soon as he was clear he popped up and hurled the grappling hook still in his hand, aiming for his opponent's right leg. If the line connected he would yank hard, aiming to unbalance his opponent. If it missed he would charge again at an angle, closing the remaining few feet before his opponent could react.

 

[Blazing Eye]

[member="Sal Katarn"]
The shot from the scattergun might have been effective against an ordinary soldier, but Blazing Eye was no ordinary soldier. He was a duelist, bred and trained to face his opponents in such an arena. Every movement, every shift in weight or balance, was like a flashing neon sign to the Esh-kah. As soon as his opponent went for the weapon Blazing Eye was moving, his opponent's intent as obvious as if he had written it on his face. There was a rule among duelists and those who fought blade against gun, known as the twenty-one foot rule, where a melee-armed opponent was capable of covering a distance of twenty-one feet before a firearm-armed opponent could react, draw, and shoot. Blazing Eye may not have been within twenty-one feet, but the status of his opponent's holster behind his back and the time he took to raise the weapon and actually aim his shot gave the charging warrior a little extra time, not to mention that Blazing Eye was in excellent physical shape. His opponent had no idea what he was dealing with.

By the time the gun was in place Blazing Eye had covered more than half the distance, and as soon as the weapon was leveled he threw all his weight into a diving roll to his opponent's left. The buckshot singed past and over him, and as soon as he was clear he popped up and hurled the grappling hook still in his hand, aiming for his opponent's right leg. If the line connected he would yank hard, aiming to unbalance his opponent. If it missed he would charge again at an angle, closing the remaining few feet before his opponent could react.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Senate Rotunda - Abandoned Senatorial Offices
Current Objective: Advance and Secure the Senate Rotunda
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Fifth Legion, [member="Aela Talith"], [member=Adder], [member="Kyber Salurra"]. (None Presently Nearby.)
Enemies: The One Sith, [member=Soeht], [member=IT-88] (Nearest Hostile Combatant.)
Unknown: [member="Courts Stisee"]
Equipment: See Possessions Section In Bio (Link Broken.)
Unit Complement:

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Fifth Legion, Fourth Battalion; 512 Combat Veterans (Spread throughout the Exterior of the Senate Building. Gideon's Detachment is Platoon Strength. (32 Combat Veterans, Status; Fresh and Eager.)

https://youtu.be/_HL0B_j4ISs​

He had hit the ground running. Alabaster enameled boots thundered across the flight deck, as the Major swiftly moved towards the assigned ingress. The former Stormtrooper was about to palm the access terminal, permitting him and his detachment entry into the Rotunda proper, but just as his gauntleted hand impacted the exterior panel - the power grid had failed, depriving him the ease of accessing the building's interior. That was annoying. Sighing heavily, Gideon Raith wordlessly directed one of his Squads to override the terminal and manually open the metallic portal. They had a job to do, and little time in which to do it. Stealth was thrown out the window, so their only option from here on out was to cautiously advance, room by room, breaching any door that halted their progress.

With such parameters coming to fruition, Gideon wordlessly directed several of his subordinates to force their way through the door. As utilizing brute strength was out of the question, due to the ancient mechanisms at play within the metallic slabs, several breaching charges were magnetically latched onto the sealed entranceway instead. Moving to a safe distance, clenching his fist and shotgunning his arm the signal was met with an explosive act of compliance. The housing was blown to smithereens, permitting the detachment to proceed into the building proper.

Passing through the smoke-shrouded portal, their visor's had compensated for the darkness, bathing everything in sight with grainy illumination. When the Alliance Soldiers had begun to fan out into the dust-choked interior of the Senate Rotunda, Gideon found himself halted by yet another door. If this pattern were to continue, it was unlikely they'd have enough charges to make it through enough chambers to comfortably say that the building was secured. Nevertheless, pushing such doubts aside, the former Stormtrooper ordered his Sapper's to run another round of Detpacks at the critical junctions. Just as the sensation of boredom was starting to worm it's way into his thoughts, the Major began cycling through encrypted communique's to gauge the Legion's progress.

Everything seemed to be proceeding according to plan, but as expected the resistance within the building was slowing their inevitable advance. That would soon change. With the wave of Reinforcements that Gideon had brought in behind him, the tides would soon turn and the day would be won. Well, at least in theory. For all he knew, should the worst-case scenario come to light, he brought an entire detachment to the slaughter. Shaking the fatalistic thought from his mind and returning to the present, Gideon moved with his Sapper's and once again signaled for them to blow open the door. The concussive blast enveloped the former Stormtrooper, threatening to throw him off balance as the wave traveled through the ranks. Clenching his jaw and bracing, Gideon felt the condensed seismic ripple surge through his armored flesh, rattling his pearlescent teeth in their mortar beds. When the blast had passed, the Balmorran pushed off the wall he had been using as an improvised piece of cover and moved into the breach.

Shouldering his rifle and checking his corners, like any good soldier, the Major cautiously walked into the first of many Offices that had once housed Republic Senators. Passing through the portal, and seeing an Enemy Soldier crouched behind the oaken desk, Gideon's Rifle snapped into action, and his finger pulled back on the trigger. In a heartbeat, the man's exposed visor had disintegrated in a puff of evaporating crimson mist, killing the combatant instantly. Such was the fate of those that opposed pinpoint Disruptor weapons. No amount of heavy armor could save a soldier from something that threatened their very existence on the atomic level.

As the corpse crashed to the ground, the detachment began filtering into the room, securing it after that. One chamber down, countless others to go. As they began to make their preparations to proceed down the darkened corridor, Gideon halted his task force - listening to the localized comms and hearing the demise of friendly soldiers. He felt his heart seize in his chest as the icy fingers of sorrow gripped the muscle tight. They were Veterans and more than capable soldiers. They deserved better than to be laid low by such arrogant rabble. Thus, with the ruby tides of anger simmering within his breast, the Major ordered his subordinates forward into the darkness, ensuring that all angles were triple checked and covered by several capable rifles.

It wouldn't be long until they engaged the enemy again, this time in much larger numbers than they had previously tackled. When that moment had come to pass, there would be No Quarter. He would take whatever reprimand would come his way, but he could not let this blemish besmirch the Legion's Honor. Blood demanded Blood, and though his concept of honor was skewed by the rising tides of adrenaline fueled rage, Gideon knew it was the right thing to do to avenge the Honored Dead.