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

[Darth Abyss]

Most the rioters and soldiers were blinded by the darkness, but for Abyss it was enlightened. He knew that with directive 12 the larger part of the one sith forces, mainly infantry, would retreat. Abyss had no need for them, the rioters would serve him well enough to handle [member="Ugohr Poof"] and his man. His lightsaber ignited the sith walks towards the rioters attacking the retreating one sith forces. One swing of his weapon was all he needed to cut the closest rioter into half. The sith bows down, picking up the vibro-axe the man was holding, the rioters around to scared to attack him. While not as powerful as a lightsaber, vibro weapons had on advantage: it would not be possible to see them in the darkness.

The moment Abyss turned of his lightsaber he became one with darkness. In the few lights on the battlefield it was sometimes possible to spot him for a few seconds as he slaughtered rioters and soldiers alike, cutting limps and bones with every swing of his axe. The head of the soldier in front of him falling to the ground, the young sith steps into the light close to the jedi. The light revealed the blood on siths robe and weapon. His mind had absorbed the dark energy around him as he spoke to the jedi once more:

"Make no mistake jedi. These man hate you as much as they hate me. They know we are liars, they know our leaders are lairs. Most of them would rather see coruscant burn then watch it transforming from one tyranny into another. And now listen to the words that will decide your faith. Watch these you sworn to defend die by the hands of their brothers and sisters."

Abyss raises his voice once again, a shout meant to end the battle in a orgy of death and violence.

"People of coruscant the end is near. This is your last chance to leave a mark on the galaxy. Slay as many as possible or be forgotten."

The animalistic fear inside the rioters took over. There were no sides left. Anybody with a weapon was attacking these around him in an act of senseless violence. The sith simled as he slowly walked towards the jedi, watching as the people of coruscant slaughtered themself.

"Its time to end this jedi."

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

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

Location: Skies above coruscant
Objective: Dogfight
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
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*Dust braced for fire as the enemy X-Wing banked back toward him. All of the ships lasers fired as she banked up to avoid a collision, the rapid speed closing the two of them meant she only got a couple of volleys of laser fire on him, one was slightly off grazing the nose of his craft and the right wing. The second was much more accurate, scoring a direct hit on the fairly light armor behind his cockpit. Warning messages flashed across his visor, smoke could be seen coming off of the affected area.*

Dust: "System check."

*The ATVS pinged back showing that his comms had been damaged heavily. He wouldn't be able to take too much more fire from the other ship; however, whereas a standard starship would've lost most capability due to the destruction of an astromech his starship didn't rely on one for any important function meaning this was still a serviceable fight. She had banked above him, but this meant he had an excellent opportunity to maneuver behind the enemy starfighter with his interceptors superior maneuvering capabilities.*

 

[Aela Talith]

Senate District
Senate Building - Atrium
[member="Adder"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="IT-88"]

The Sith had moved too far forward. It was true that they had made good progress into the forces of the 5th Legion, but it didn't matter. Aela had positioned herself behind them, or rather, the Sith had done that themselves. When she had left to go fight the Sith Lord she had moved in a lateral path through the building, and upon her return the pushed up Sith Troopers had managed to leave their flank insecure. It was a boon to Aela, and a boon to the Alliance.

Her lightsaber blurred forth with a loud drone.

She truck quickly, and without a single thought of slowing. The bright pink blade of her lightsaber seared through Blasters, inches into thighs, half into upper arms. She cut to disable and disarm, following up with a powerful push of the force to throw away any that were still standing. Quickly and effectively she broke into the back lines of the Sith, battering her way through enough to create a distraction.

The 5th Legion formed back up, Gideon's platoon soon pushing forward and confronting the enemy commander.

The Sith would not win. Not today.

 

[Jake Daniels]

Allies: None
Frienemies: [member="Break"] ~ [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Convo-Bestie: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Gravis let out a quiet sigh as he listened to the Jedi's retort. The facade of boredom and disinterest of what the Sith Knight had said followed by the theatrical way in which he moved his arms about. The passion in which the Jedi spoke, his tone and overall demeanor was not Jedi like in the least. Nothing about how he acted or what he said caused any change in the Sith Knights stoic appearance. It appeared that Gravis had learned to emulate his Lady Silencia. He listened. He wasn't rude. However nothing about his expression gave way to emotion. If only [member="Amorella Shamalain"] could have seen him now! This was yet a third aspect of Gravis's personality; the publicly formal. She had witnessed the fiery passion. She had witnessed the loving and protective . Here was an emotionless but serious Gravis. How many different aspects of his personality were there?

That was a question for another time.

The Jedi ranted, yes ranted, about how the Sith had committed atrocities and ended it not so subtle insults towards the Knight. So far, in Gravis's mind, the Jedi had only reaffirmed what he suspected. The Jedi of this era were no different than his time. That was until the Knight heard, "If your offer is honest, I go with the droid, get my son out of this, and leave with Gabe," The Knight looked at the second Jedi.

'Gabe.' He thought quietly. A man renowned for his protectiveness of the Shamalain Family needed little to go on to learn about someone. It probably wouldn't be too hard to find information on this Gabe, that is if the One Siths records were as good as Gravis suspected. They had records of their enemies, didn't they?

"He keeps his weapons and waits here." Gravis turned his attention back towards the Jedi. That wasn't going to be acceptable simply because this Jedi named Gabe wasn't going to be without weapon. There was the force, obviously. Also the surrounding areas were littered with blasters of fallen invaders and defenders. The Knight highly suspected Gabe knew how to handle himself without a weapon. So then, what was the problem?

Still the Knight said nothing.

He contemplated not on the weapons comment. Instead the Knight looked back at the Jedi and contemplated on what was said seconds before that. He would fetch his son and leave. That is what showed a sliver of difference between this Jedi and the Jedi Gravis knew. This Jedi's priorities were right. Even Gravis would respect that. The Knight had lost his wife and two sons. He had woken up four centuries after even his Master had passed to a shattered Shamalain family that was scattered by the winds of time. Like a father collecting his children, Gravis would bring all descendants of his Master to their ancestral home once more.

When Gabe spoke though, Gravis' perspective over this entire scenario changed.

"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."

If his friend was the emotional one, Gabe was the logical. Perhaps that was why they seemed bonded. Two halves to one whole, as he and his Lady Silencia were. Opposites in their own rights with enough similarity to create allies of the other and not an enemy. Their bond was strong. That was apparent. Gravis wasn't going to get into a morality argument with Jedi about the overall state of war in the galaxy. Honestly its not one either side would win. The Knight was new to this time period. He could only go off of his own experience and in those experiences he was the Padawan abandoned by an Order. He was saved by the dark embrace of his Lady Silencia and the Shamalain Family.

The word liar stung. Though he didn't let it show, there was no denying it.

Gravis didn't lie.

When he gave his word; he kept it. No one could deny it.

"Find your son..." Gabe returned his attention towards Gravis, "I will entertain this apparent...anomaly."

Then there was a tremor followed by distant darkness. 'Oh how fascinating!' Even as Gravis wanted to admire the sudden darkness that was befalling a planet that had only known light for centuries, his own attention returned to Gabe who spoke a farewell of sorts to his compatriot. "He needs you far more than I do."

Then Darth Gravis did one of the few things he was known for. He kept his word.

Moving to his right, the Knight turned his body as to show no objection to the Jedi and his new Droid friend leaving. Gabe fascinated Gravis. A level headed Jedi? One not necessarily driven by emotion but logic? The Knight was no mind reader. He was analytical however and constantly thinking; something even his Master thought he let get the better of him from time to time. In Gravis time, a Jedi in Gabes position would wait, bide their time, then try and murder the defenseless Sith. Was Gabe truly different? After all, Darth Gravis still stood as he had. No weapons drawn and calm. That wasn't going to change on this day.

When the pair were left to their own, the Knight finally spoke, "I find it quite rude to know your name and you do not know mine. I am known to Sith as Darth Gravis. To those close, I am known as Jake." The Knight stopped there. "Just as I have kept my word, proving your last statement about all Sith being liars wrong, you have proven me wrong with regards to all Jedi being warmongers."

That was the truth.

"Have you been Jedi for the entirety of your life? You cherish a momentary peace over glory to be had in war, why is that?" A question asked with an absolute childlike curiosity; which was evident in both tone and expression of the Knight. Gravis wasn't a stone wall any longer.

He was here to explore the mind of a Jedi.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Temple of the Sith.
Objective: Defend.
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] .
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] , [member="Marcello Matteo"] (Engaging).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Gear:

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[SIZE=9pt]Armour[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rudis[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Tsaisibola[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] & [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Nagajj[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2x curved hilt lightsabres.
Standard issue vibrodagger.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]For a moment, it would seem her thrust was going to hit home. However, as she was dedicated to the attack, she felt the emergence of a warning. The tip of her blade turned before it could strike flesh and in the heat of a split-second there was little even a Sith Lord could do to stop the incoming repulse except trying to decrease the damage. The rapidly expanding field of energy collided with her advancing form, sending her flying back into the shadows. Thanks to years of experience, she was able to break the brunt of the fall and tumble to her feet, but taking such a hit left its mark none the less.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The stealth field generator flickered, struggling and failing to mask her form as the repulse had disrupted the fine electronic components within. Her form was visible, dark robes and beskar cuirass. Her face obscured by the full helm. The rudis had left her hand as she collided with the field, but she could see it some meters from her side where it lay on the stone floor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As she rolled up, she wasted no time before striking back. Immediately following her standing up, the Pale Assassin lashed out with her right hand. The motion was orchestrated to feint a push, but at the end her fingers curled like talons and the elbow bent as she begun the telekinetic pull. She did not pull him towards herself, but attempted to throw him into one of the solid walls.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Pain surged through her in the shape of a dull ache from her collision. She felt it permeating her body. She would be bruised, but in the moment she did not allow it to distract her. There was no future, only the now, only the struggle and the darkness. [/SIZE]

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Location: Inside the Senate Building.
Mission: Regroup with the 5th
Allies: Galactic Alliance // [member="Aela Talith"] // [member="Adder"] // [member="Keld Fett"]
Enemies: One Sith // [member="Soeht"] // [member="IT-88"]
Gear: Personal Heavy Armor - Usual Equipment - BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle - (4x) Flashbang Grenade - (2x) EMP Grenade - (2x) Thermal Detonator

Kyber gave a light chuckle under his helmet at Aela's initaial reaction and following praise. Being on the battlefield with a Jedi certainly was interesting. They didn't act like hardened veterans, but Kyber knew that most Jedi have probably seen more battles than most soldiers did in their service. Although, thinking logically, a Jedi's perception of a battlefield must be a whole lot different than a soldiers'. Any normal soldier would give up most anything for the ability to 'sense danger' like a Jedi. That's the real difference between Jedi and Soldiers. Not the glowing sword, not the fancy mind tricks, not even the strength and speed that came with it. It was that fifth sense. That gut feeling amplified to the point of a certain sense of safety. That was the true gift the force gave. Normal Soldiers didn't have that. Normal soldiers had to face their own mortality every second of every minute on the battlefield. That was the real difference, and that's the real reason why Kyber enjoyed battle so much- or rather, that's why Kyber enjoyed battling Sith so much. These beings were given a godlike gift like no other at birth, only to use it to oppress and dominate those who weren't born with that same gift. For someone who was born with less than nothing, Kyber received no greater joy than killing the ego of as many of those entitled sleemos as he could. You wouldn't have to ask Kyber twice to put a slug right between a Sith's eyes, but if they died how could they live with the shame of knowing some random soldier got the best of them?

With that thought in mind Kyber let his QuietSnipe swing behind him as he grabbed his rifle off the ground. After a quick breath Kyber stood up swiftly and turned back towards the way he came, not even bothering to check if the Sith survived. Without the immediate threat of a very explosive death, Kyber ran through the labyrinth-like inner halls at the edge of the rotunda to try and meet up with any Legion troopers. After all, his helmet and comms system were still serving their now unnecessary purpose of signal jammer. Once Kyber reached the main outer hall again he was suddenly blinded. Or so he thought initially. After a quick moment he realized the power had gone out. Kyber could use this. After his eyes finally adjusted he made his way further out and spotted a large group of soldiers that seemed to be holding a small lounge area, using the benches and dead One Sith troopers as barricades. After making his way through the hall and into the heart of the makeshift encampment he met up with the CO of the platoon, who seemed to take a small interest in Kyber.

"Sgt. Major Kyber Salurra I take it?" the trooper asked with a hopeful look on her face. Kyber gave a brisk nod in return and almost immediately looked relieved. "We couldn't get a hold of you, sir. We were fearing the worst. Marshall Talith has given you full control of Alpha Platoon- my platoon. Orders are bomb disposal. Although if I may be frank, sir, our soldiers need support. We're getting hit hard by Sith reinforcements." Kyber nodded again slowly before finally responding "Alright, orders are going to change slightly. We're going to use those bombs to our advantage. You know your men, commander. Take your fastest and form them into three squads. Send each group off with stealth and speed as a priority- I want those bombs found. As many as we can as quickly as we can. Everyone who isn't a seasoned sprinter is on me, we're the distraction and main force. We're going to work our way back to the Main Hall, try to squeeze the enemy forces between us and Aela's forces. That means kill anything with a Sith Insignia." and with that Kyber and the rest of Alpha platoon headed out back towards the front of the building from their position, lights blaring from their various equipment and weaponry. With slow, methodical movements they steadily began to push back through the darkness, giving no quarter to the remaining sith forces who hid in the dark. They were the light to push through the darkness, literally and metaphorically. Ain't that somethin'.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

They were in free fall. Gravity had forsaken tradition and was now threatening the contents of Jack's stomach.​

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He could feel his body lift into the air against the restraints. His gaze drifted over to look at Fang.​

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There was fear in Fang's eyes and Jack suspected his eyes held an exact mirror of that emotion.​

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Jack's fingers reached out and latched onto his friend's hand in a final, wordless conveyance of true feeling.​

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Before impact, his eyes naturally closed in dreaded anticipation; squeezing out hot tears that had collected unexpectedly.​

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Jack begged his fountain within, "Please. Not another friend. Use all of me, but don't take my friend."​

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His insides burned, the air thrummed and all went black.​

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*Tug. Tug, tug, tug...Tug!*​

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His arm was being yanked harshly.​

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Jack opened his eyes and it all burned.​

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HIs eyeballs felt as dry as a desert, so they burned with discomfort.​

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His vision was tinted reddish-pink.​

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He felt something prick and pry at his fingers, but his hand still held a rigorous grip upon an impersonal object.​

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His vision cleared, still red and painful.​

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Fang, with his head resting peacefully to the side, blood slowly seeping out of his right ear and nostril.​

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The right side of Fang's face seemed to start to burn and Jack couldn't stand the sight.​

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He craned his head painfully to the right.​

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A man was trying to take the possession of what he was dying over: a briefcase stubbornly held within his grasp.​

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The man was desperate, bloodied and none other than Captain Copernicus.​

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Whether the man was responsible for the insurrection or merely trying to secure an OS asset, Jack was not in the state of mind to care.​

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His eyes widened, the pain in his eyes grew and Copernicus' skull went up in flames.​

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The darkness reigned once more and time slipped through Jack's fingers.​

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He awoke to a fit of coughing, dull pain, a white room, the smell of antiseptic and the reassurances of a stranger repeating in soothing tones,​

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"You did it, Jack. You did it. It's going to be alright, now, thanks to you."​

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All Jack could croak out was,​

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"...Fang?"​

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Location: Somewhere Nearby Our Heroes
Local Security and Emergency Services Headquarters.
Mission: The Second Trap Tightens. #Npcs free for you to use!


[member="Allyson Locke"]

Got a few really good kicks on our defel, as she was put into her cupboard. After she was away, he'd be hopping around holding his shin for sure, probably falling into something.

RRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGG
From somewhere inside the shop

Shouts in, and hers out came through the thick wood, muffled as they were! Dark in here as expected, her door wouldn’t give at first try, walls were wood but thick, she might cut her way out eventually. A clothing cupboard would be a boring place to be for the rest of their invasion! Was something moving in here?

Oh dear...

Rodents? Small Animals? What was in there with her!!!!!

Beady eyes! Looking up

...

A female child, dirty face, malnourished as with most species down here, who was now tugging at her legs, and scurried off through a hole in the wall. She could probably fit or she could wait to see what happened outside. Be a bit of a squeeze, but the other side of the tunnel looked vaguely interesting, and she'd see the girl waving her!

If she stayed! The door might give with a good few kicks, and she’d meet our defel’s invisible hairy back leaning against it, trying to push her back in!

If she went she’d see find a carved tunnel for hands and feet only, too small to stand. Bit dusty here but otherwise no problem, woman sized grate below her, she’d see what was happening to Asmus, who faced his own tugging leg. Little mute girl desperately pointing to their grate, passing her a tiny silver blaster pistol, sad sorry state of affairs that someone so young would have one, but that was the way of it down here. While through their tunnel, holes in the wall the other side, she'd see Owen in the fight of his life!

Coruscant Cupboards weren't all bad. Gave her view of everything, sadly probably a sneeze or two.

[member="Asmus Janes"]

One hand on the ladder, he was home free! Leg tuggings, he’d feel his own, of the tentacle kind, suckers rapping around his leg as the dank, murky water stirred some more. Dianoga, or trash squids as they were known, this one about 7 meters long, red, eye popping up as it began to raise up. Looking to make a meal of our unlucky passerby, teeth on show, good chance to use that gun, but quick! No expense spared on the luxuries or creepiness down here then! Was it the only one? Nope, there was another behind him somewhere eventually, many arms shooting out for his gun.

Above him those bats stirred with all the noise going on, big themselves for bats, and protective of their young, could perhaps use a scattering from some cleverly placed pilot sniper!

“Mind ya feet!” One of the gangers (un)helpfully offered about now. The other ganger laughed, “sssshhh I wanna see how far he gets!” Grins given if Asmus turned, arena like entertainment for our down and outs.

At least the flowers were ready prepared for ceremony. Above he might see Allyson’s face looking down if she’d chosen to come, at least he might hear the fighting now, and maybe muffled familiar voices up the ladder, then stairs. Stairs.... hope?

[member="Owen Holst"]

Was in the fight of his young life, the distant trandoshan went down, possibly dead, but this was going to get hairy, or rather scaly! That invisible defel was still at large. Huge towering reptilian, picking up him by the scruff of his garments, and probably the club along with him! Running forward toward the nearest wall like a beast possessed. Thoughts of the scorekeeper and one more mark on its mind!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGsssssssss it hissed.

First chance, Clothing rail was on the way to grab!

If he missed that, the edge of the wall was there to cling to!

If he missed that! He’d need to get creative, else he’d be sandwiched between the club and the wall! Yellow predatory eyes looking right into him.

Outside in the wider area…. @ALL

Talk of the pilots had reached the ears of Kelon Amadis, who’d sent some of his most (dis)honest men, stormtroopers but rough around the edges! Currently haggling with our shopkeeper over the price of the information, and their exact location. They were running out of patience with him, to his credit, the money [member="Owen Holst"] gave him earlier was what was holding his lips sealed. Until one large, heavily armed Sith Trooper picked him up by the scruff of his neck, you want a job done right! Do it yourself! "Now then. About our deal."

 

[Darth Centax]

Sithout​

Blackout meet Sithout

[member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Aneya Maev"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Jareb Kaine"] | @Any Surrounding People​

Spoiler

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Abyss"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Adder"] [member="Soeht"] [member="Alesia Rivas"] [member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Lukas Krieger"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Keld Fett"] [member="IT-88"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Jake Daniels"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Isha"] [member="Aneya Maev"] [member="Eralam"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Lucien Shorn"] [member="Astarii Saren"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"] [member="Count Morcus"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Break"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Blazing Eye"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Lucius Varad"] [member="Lassiter"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Jori Varad"] [member="Courts Stisee"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Lyle Baelor"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Amin Garith"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Jareb Kaine"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Pravus Zambrano"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Gortugg"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

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Stage 3, Sithout – Burning defiance outward for the galaxy to see.

For the Cameras, through the blackout, for all those billions of eyes watching.

Symbol of the Sith began to burn across Central Centax lighting up the darkened skies. As buildings were lit on fire, as explosions where they could happened, and as surrounding memorial structures fell down toward those below to provide a pattern of the One Sith's symbol itself. Sacrificing their homes to show their defiance, even as some burned alive that couldn’t be rescued, fanatical to the end. Their homes were now instead where the war took them, into the streets and into the fray, rioting on mass in the surrounding area, or just fleeing in panic, bit of both.

Sith militia groups the galaxy over rallied and readied themselves seeing the feed, the signal to prepare. Independent ships probably couldn't help but see the burning message in the night, recording and transmitting to the holonet. Surrounding planets would likely become more organized and antagonistic, bitterly resisting any occupying forces at the sight of the bloodshed. This was their calling card to start. Serving as a recruiting symbol in the future, and right now, showing the alliance they were far from done.

Rogue squadron did well thinning the bombers and their damage. Their pilots might notice just how specific the targeting was, how finely focused from their view they could probably see what was going on. One might think just to bring structures down, but no it was more than that in continued patterned firing. Many less structures fell with the heroic pilot's efforts, and where they couldn’t they were merely set ablaze by militia or the mob to complete the effect from the air. It probably saved the lives of the others as they made charge to or away from the bunker in the confusion which reigned below. Elaine helped this too a great deal by shooting or stopping several of those laying explosives, taking no prisoners would net them no further assets or intel however.

A falling skyscraper or two was still a falling skyscraper or two, flattening much of what was below as more dust, metal and scrap fell in the surrounding area. Most all civillians evacuated, the others such as fleeing military underneath left caught under, were flattened with little chance of being saved, many others thrown clear from the force of the blasts. Thankfully people directly near the bunker were spared the collapse, but the sheer outpouring of panic, fear, and defiance stirred up by the symbolism, as it burned defiance into the night sky, that was the message.

He, they, would be back.

Darth Centax boarded his shuttle, treatment for his injuries ongoing, looking out across the rubble of his homeland. Face and eyes as bloody and corrupted as they ever might be: Directive 12. Stage 3 of 12 to come for Coruscant, unless he was stopped. Just the beginning.

Fin for Me,
Was a Blast! Pun intended.

 

[Aver Brand]

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


Ancient pride blossomed as hellfire burst to life across the darkened landscape of Coruscant. One Sith. Defeated, but unbroken. Beaten, but unbent.

Aver stood in place as panicking masses poured around her, out of Centax, out of the fortress, away from the failing regime. An odd sense of calm settled over her as she looked down on the burning sigil she once served. She’d helped build it up and now she’d helped bring it to ruin. The woman and the skull grinned into the night, a Baphomet and warlord. Always.

Or until the wall collapsed, anyway.

An awesome shriek of ferrocrete giving out resounded behind the warrior, and Aver twisted in horror to watch chunks rain down from the falling building. Her muscles sprang to action, rybcoarse and cybernetics and the Force screaming to save her.

As if in slow motion, a shadow crawled over her, jagged and sharp. Aver felt breath burn in her lungs and scorch her throat. Her favorite word, starting with f and ending with k, was branded to the forefront of her mind. A thought went out to Loray, whose giddy excitement she could feel pulse down her bond. Another lingered on [member="Matsu Xiangu"], whose claws would always shred a special piece of her heart. Oddly, a grinning [member="Quietus"] and even the faint smile of [member="Kana Truden"] flashed before her eyes.

Pain arced up her spine like an old lover, laying her on the ground with the help of a boulder that caught her in the shoulder. The sound of snapping bone filled her ears, familiar and near.

Darkness followed, whispering and gentle. As consciousness faltered, Aver had just enough presence of mind to activate the holographic disguise matrix. It flickered and transformed a vicious, bloodied mercenary into an unconscious soldier of the Galactic Alliance.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Two stories beneath the Valley of the Dark Lords, maintenance tunnels ran through permacrete foundations that stood on hundreds of metres of rubble and ancient construction. The tunnels went pitch black -- all but this one section. Oh, the light fixtures died as abruptly as anywhere, but a circle of Jedi surrounded blue radiance like they were huddling around a campfire. The radiance stemmed from the stone in Mara's hand, the Ankarres Sapphire.

These were days of invention, of creation. If you went to the Asobi system, you'd find yourself deluged in highly-touted Force artifacts. If you made surreptitious inquiries on Varunda Nine or Kelsier, you might wind up with a genuine Rave Merrill creation. If you visited a Marrow & Illskins, or a certain old castle on Kilia Four, or a certain farm on the moon of Sullust, or any one of a dozen other notable points, you could find objects that channeled the Force. Some of them were ambitious; some of those even lived up to those ambitions. Over and above the modern crop, you could find significant Force artifacts on the auction circuit, barter them as commodity money for corporate shares, dig them up just about anywhere.

Very, very few of them held a candle to the Ankarres Sapphire.

Oh, you'd never see the Sapphire making someone a Force god incarnate. It hadn't been designed for combat. It did exactly two things: it burned away the taint of the Dark Side, and it healed. Right now, with an eye to the Force nexus, the Sapphire was doing both.

The circle of Jedi -- [member="Julius Sedaire"], Mara, [member="Meeristali Peradun"], and several Knights -- crouched around the indigo stone. Its radiance had swelled, and continued to swell, blue sparks dancing in the air of the tunnel. By their direction, the nexus fed energy through the Sapphire, which cleansed the flows and applied them to strengthening and expanding the process -- invested profits, a positive feedback loop, a reflection of the balance of the Force shifting outside. Oh, there was despair aplenty; Mara, an empath, couldn't avoid the repercussive resonance of mass terror and death. But as the balance continued to tilt, as the nexus began to flow clean, those who despaired would find the Dark Side lifting from their thoughts. It didn't make their tragedies any less real. It just let them face the terror, the rage, with a sense of proportion and in their right minds. The storm was leaving the sea; the waves were growing calmer, though deep currents of pain and loss would keep the seas churning for a long time. Perhaps forever. Coruscant had been a war zone too often, and under the thumb of the Sith for too long.

Still, once the nexus ran clean, who could say what would happen to, and within, the spirits of the living.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Owen Holst"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kelon Amadis"] [member="Kaileann Vera"]

“Kark you!” Asmus cried out at the gang members to a round of laughter. Clinging to the bottom rung for all his worth it was the only method he had to voice his frustrations. In a cockpit he was in control of his destiny. Freedom of movement, freedom to change his stars. No one ever looked at a situation and accepted their own mortality, not easily, but Asmus was starting to panic at how rapidly the situation was running away from him.

With all his strength he managed the pull up enough to get the rung in the crook of his left elbow and lock it in place with his right. But the inexorable pull of the Dianoga became stronger and stronger. It felt like either his strength would fail or that his arm would be ripped off at the shoulder. Asmus did what he often did and took a risk. His right hand let go, his left slipping until he held that rung by fingertips. He un-holstered his blaster to fire. That was when the second creature grasped him by the forearm.

Down he went, blaster spinning free form his grip. He hit a relatively soft spot of ground, but with enough force to discombobulate him. A moment later he was plunged under the murky depths. His existence was complete darkness and the willpower to stop himself from inhaling water.

His struggles didn’t get him far. Kicking and scraping at the tentacle around his shin had no effect. Not through any of his own actions was he brought to the surface and away from two snapping maws. Instead it was the tug of war between the two beasts. Both started reached for the bars that had descended, feeling out for purchase. If they two managed to lock themselves in place then Asmus would be torn apart before the gang members. Probably a good show. Coughing up water, he reached for a weapon in blind panic. Fortunate that the one he wrapped his slippery fingers around worked, and that the eye above the waterline looked so much like a target. He’d forgotten about the bats entirely, but they might not be too keen on the blaster being discharged so close.

 

[Vexen]

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

Vexen heard the distant booms of the One Sith making bombing runs of targets in their retreat. Getting the shields down would ensure the Alliance fleet could expedite the process of destroying the key military targets and preventing the Sith leaving with too much military equipment. Vexen hopped from foot to foot. She didn’t like being left here waiting with soldiers so close. She didn’t know that Sith forces were retreating across the surface, but the men here would probably have orders to stay until the end.

Her fears were realised when a moment later her ears twitched towards footfalls. Kaili had her eyes closed still. If they were discovered and every soldier brought down on them…

“Get Kaili to the control room!” Vexen told Micah, not giving another thought before darting away. She pulled her stun baton free as she darted down a side corridor before the patrol. She flicked the switch. The baton lit up and she waved it in the air.

“Get it!” someone shouted. A blaster bolt flashed past her leg and she smelled the bitter stench of her own fur burning. She yelped and ran directly away from Micah and Kaili, turning a corner to put herself out of the line of fire.

I can handle it! She reaffirmed to Micah. Just needed to get them a distance away.

 

[Darth Ayra]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

| [member="Taeli Raaf"] |

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Darth Ayra screeched, releasing her arms as if to embrace the Electrical Judgement. As she rose, the Dark Lord warped herself in a Force Bubble that met the streaks of green electricity and subsequently begun to absorb it's power. In it's center, the Dark Lord's head hung in a mixture of fatigue, born out of the indescribable pain she was still going through and a focused malice for the woman in front of her. Meeting the Electrical Judgement head on with her protective powers, Darth Ayra utilized Tutaminis to regather her strength. The Force Bubble she had erected around herself begun to shrink and with it the streaks of emerald green that came from Taeli's palms, as Darth Ayra sapped upon the Force in an effort to rebuild herself for another push.

As the Dark Lord did this, she begun to unravel herself. She wanted Taeli to see what had happened to her. Tearing away her Sith robe from her corporal form, Darth Ayra stood up in all her glory. Her body was completely covered from the neck down in Orbalisks. The infestation was so that Taeli would recognize that her enemy only had perhaps a month, maybe two, until the parasites completely engulfed her. Then, when her head and face were the last parts of her body to be covered, would Darth Ayra finally have succumbed to the Orbalisks and consequentially die as a result.

"DO YOU SEE ME NOW, TAELI RAAF?!" screamed Darth Ayra. "DO YOU NOT RECOGNIZE WHO I AM? DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO ME?!" Arms still spread, Darth Ayra was not only embracing the Electrical Judgement of the Jedi Master, but also her destiny. Twenty years of lies, deceit and hiding in plain sight were now destroyed out of desperation. For it was Taeli Raaf who had discovered the holocron that held the secrets to learning of a cure to the infestation that had plagued her for the past year.

Standing in the center of the Force Bubble, it could no longer be mistaken. Alicia Drey released another scream born out of suffering and malice for the Jedi Master that held the only means to her salvation. With this, a seismic event had occurred as the facade of the dark was ripped aside by the light. No, it was only the One Sith who had been on the receiving end of a cataclysmic defeat, but also two.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial District

Gear: In signature

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

Taeli cut off the Electric Judgment once she could see that her opponent was trying to use it to replenish herself and that was something Taeli wouldn't want. Regarding the woman who ran Chandrila DataTech and her predicament, Taeli took in the level of infestation. Without one of the holocrons in Taeli's possession, the woman was doomed to die from the orbalisks covering her entire body in a very short amount of time. Taeli literally held the key to this woman's life in her hands. Slowly, a small smirk started to form on Taeli's face.

"Alicia, oh dear oh my," she said calmly, that insufferable smirk still on her face. "You went after Freedon Nadd's holocron too, didn't you? Seems you didn't properly prepare for the dangers that lurked within. But then... how could you have known what lay within the tomb."

Taeli calmly reignited her lightsaber, the smirk still present.

"You probably don't remember, but then it was quite the chaotic scene," Taeli continued saying, building the Force energy within her. "A newly raised Sith master, leading the other forces on the beaches... who saw your duel with a rogue Sith in a life support suit... who sent the troops to protect and get you back to safety after you were injured? I was at Kashyyyk, Miss Drey, on your side. I have always known what you were... but why oh why would a Jedi Master still associate with someone like you? Keep your secret from the rest of the galaxy?"

The smirk would not leave now as she regarded the woman in front of her, and just for a moment, the illusion around her eyes would drop away for Alicia to see the markings there before they disappeared. To prove she had been what she claimed. That she had been Darth Arcanix.

At the hydrosupply center, the Alliance and Directorate forces had cleared it completely now, those Sith soldiers they had captured were put into makeshift containment cells. The perimeter was being secured and a general broadcast to those who could still listen was proclaiming that the water supply for the people of Coruscant would still be flowing, that it would be free of any sort of disruptions as the Galactic Alliance had stopped Sith saboteurs from damaging it.

The main power grid was in sight, the Sith forces having disappeared that were protecting it on the outside. Some looters were nearby. but there wasn't a whole to take in the Works section of the planet. They weren't informed of what sort of devastation had been visited on other districts of the planet by the battle or the Sith as they retreated. Their objective in sight, the captain had a plan to give the people hope. Hopefully, the Jedi that had already gone into the facility before had secured everything so they could show the people of Coruscant that hope still existed.

 

[Isha]

Central Power Grid
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]

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With the retreating One Sith Forces already underway, it made it a little bit easier to secure the Central Power Grid. More and more sections were being secured, one precious meter at a time. Isha’s team would head straight to the main control room, and would have to face the security guards and turrets in place in order to access it.

The flare of her saber went from left to right. She would deflect more bolts, but did not manage to catch the two that struck her on the side and along her arm. The gel immediately hardened under her armor, and she gave a slight stumble back. Bruises would surely line under the armor, but the Jedi Padawan would work with her fellow Masters to make they could be successful in their task.

Sprinting forward, she went strafing left then right, avoiding a volley of bolts that came at her direction. Agile, she leapt, airborne as she struck the wall with her feet, pushed off, and then used the Force to bounce off the other wall and hop over three guards.

She came down in a low crouch, only to turn and use the VT glove in her hand to push them back. The door to access the control room was behind her.

“Secure this corridor, we must!” she said, as a few spec ops went moving behind her to begin to unlock the door.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Coruscant - Financial district
Outside the wreckage of an AT-AT with two lightsabers (Darth Jar Jar's lightsaber, as well as an orange w/ black core lightsaber holstered)
Music: Run! (Final Fantasy 2)
Allies:

Spoiler

PC: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
NPC: Army of Malastare: 372/800, 1st and 7th Legion: 8,465/12,000, rioters

Enemies:

Spoiler

PC: [member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
NPC: 203 infantry, rioters

In the wake of the execution of the third phase of Directive 12, buildings collapsed and exploded all around the Financial District, leaving nothing but mountains of rubble, duracrete, durasteel, transparisteel being the main materials of what was in these piles of rubble. After he overheard some words from enemy stormtroopers that strayed too close to Alliance soldiers actually follow their escape path towards the Senate building, Ugohr was a little troubled, and not at the same time, since his main opponent for today was separated by a mountain of rubble, buying him some time. And [member="Abyss"] had his own set of rioters to deal with. The collapse of these buildings caused millions of deaths, including thousands and thousands of rioters, and destroying all vehicles in the retreating One Sith screening force.

"General, we have captured a crazed stormtrooper: he doesn't stop uttering the words Directive 12 all the time" a surviving tank commander told Ugohr

"Directive 12, phase 3... directive 12, phase 3... I am lucky to survive directive 12" the stormtrooper repeated like clockwork.

"Da Galactic Alliance demands yoursa surrender. Lay down yoursa arms, mesa will personally see to issa that yousa will not be mistreated. Oh and swear that yousa will not take up arms against da Alliance again"

"I surrender, Directive 12 is an instrument of One Sith cruelty"

"Directive 12, phase 3... yousa Alliance prisoner now! Theysa willing to sacrifice millions of theirsa own civilians to cover theirsa own armies' retreat? Where issa da camera drone when wesa need it?"

This time around, the survivors of the ground press team affected to the battle in the Financial District actually reached Ugohr's position in the dead of night, with the camera drone in tow. They realize the mass casualties, the mass destruction around them, but the collapse of various buildings caused the riots to die down in their area of the Financial District: whereas moments ago, rioters were ready to break windows, to steal from the banks and other corporate offices, now they realize there is nothing left to loot for the time being, that whatever they intended to loot is now buried under meters of rubble that will take weeks to clear even with the requisite droid workforces. Once the SCNN crews arrive to them, they attempt to get Ugohr to talk, or his prisoner. They never managed to get to Ugohr's position until now... much to [member="Aneya Maev"]'s chagrin.

"Theysa monsters: da One Sith, in theirsa retreat from da Financial District and other areas, theysa ready to sacrifice millions of innocents in an attempt to cover theirsa retreat"

"You will realize that only a few, even among the One Sith military, agree with the wholesale destruction wrought upon by Directive 12, especially as it pertains to phases 2 and 3. They killed millions of innocent bystanders in the Financial District alone"

"Time issa short, a dangerous Sith manipulator issa on da loose and issa closin on oursa position"

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

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss watched the capital of the one sith burn, using the death and despair around him to fuel his own power as he slaughterd the rioters around him. For him the destruction of coruscant was a victory, a final sign to the Alliance that the one sith would either rule or obliterate the planet and no one could stop them. Every time his axe cuts of another limb, every time he cracked open another skull he came closer to [member="Ugohr Poof"], killing the jedi was the only thing that still mattered for the sith.

"Death to the sith. Death to the tyra ..."

The rioter had not the time to finsih is sentence, before his eyes were pierced by the long finger of the acolyte. The acolye deemed him not importend enough to even use his weapon, killing the now blind man by simply pushing him to the ground to die by the feet of those still fighting. Nothing would stop him, no man or woman, no soldier or civillian. He would kill any citizen of coruscant to reach his opponent if ha had to. The axe in one hand the sith starts to climb over the piece of rubble that parted him from the jedi.

The sith steps on the top of the rubble, the fire of the burning capital illuminating his tall, hooded figure. His whole body was coverd in blood, drops falling down from his hands, landing in front of the jedi and the news crew. For others he had to look like a mad man, but for himself it was like he was baptized in blood. He was reborn in the battle of coruscant, the sensless violence had erased the last glimpses of humanity inside of him. With a jump down he land in front of the camera crew, using his axe to chop of the head of the reporter. He moves forward until the camera was aimed at him.

"Coruscant burns. The people have decided to rather die than be ruled by the rotten man of the Alliance."

He drops the axe on the ground, activating his lightsaber as he moved close enough to the jedi to attack him.

"People of the Alliance, watch as your heros die and burn on a world that does not belong to you."

He points his hand at the jedi, focusing his anger and hate into a blast of telekinetic energy aimed at the jedi, a manifestation of the passion and darkness that burned brighter than even coruscant could.

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

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Allies: [member="Loske Matson"]
Enemies: [member="Ecarht Arak"] (formerly)
Objective: Minimize Sith Asset Denial

Before Jareb could get in range of the Sith hotshot, Rogue Five had already peppered her ship with holes. He watched with wide eyes as they flew straight at each other with their laser cannons chugging. Five managed to hit her mark. As the enemy tried to turn for another attack, her engine gave out and she plummeted down from Coruscant's gravity. In her rapid decent she almost clipped Jareb as he gained altitude. For a split second, he thought he could see calm eyes of resignation through the canopy of the damaged fighter as it passed by him. Despite all the grudges he held against the Sith, it was hard to see the sad end of a life up close and not feel a pang of guilt.

"That was one hot maneuver Five!" His voice chimed instinctively. It would be remiss of him to not congratulate his comrade even after the morbid picture it left in his head.

With the death of their immediate threat, Jareb began to analyze the space battle at large. It was clearly beginning to sway into the hands of the Alliance. Sith fighter squadrons had been thinned and many had begun retreating back to the surface. But the most shocking thing was the black out on the planet. Jareb didn't know if it was all part of the plan or not. Jareb would have thought taking down the power grids on a planet like Coruscant would have been near impossible. It'd been done somehow though. What came next though was a different kind of unexpected. Dots of light began to speckle Coruscant's dark surface.

"Bombs. They're dropping bombs.." It couldn't be Alliance either. They hadn't launched bombers because they wanted to keep structure damage isolated. Detonators had been the obvious choice. This was a Sith tactic. It was something Jareb had been afraid of them employing on Lujo.

"They're trying to reduce it to a Raxus Prime..." He breathed. No. He couldn't let them get away with this. The GA didn't have the resources to rebuild Coruscant from scratch, nor replace the lives of their troops on the surface. His brow hardened, realizing that there could be no sympathy in war. The remorse for the pilot he'd seen falling to her death was wiped away.

"All Rogues, converge on Coruscant's surface. Those bombers must be stopped at all costs. Our people's lives are on the line!"

"Are you still there Eleven?" Urgency filled his voice.

[member="Alexandra Russo"]

Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron

Brandy brown orbs gazed down through the tinted visor attached to Alleycat's flight helmet ground side to see bright, fiery explosions going off across the span of duracrete canyons and mountains that made up Coruscant City, and they weren't caused by the Alliance forces either. This was a deliberate move by the One Sith to leave nothing behind and sow discontent amongst the general public, which would tie up their resources maintaining peace and helping to rebuild while the dark siders planned to either take it back or strike elsewhere the GA had their eyes off the ball.

"I'm coming up on your six now, Sixteen. Let's stop those frakkers," Russo keyed over the comm to [member="Jareb Kaine"], whom she'd never winged with before.

The career military pilot didn't usually express herself that way in public company, but she was tired and getting mad. The furball above the One Sith's capital planet had been fierce. Many good souls lost their lives this day on both sides. The enemy did not lack for skill; their squadrons especially their elite one giving the Rogues and the other GA counterparts a due test; a check they really needed to analyze their own weaknesses and strengths hopefully learning from them to better themselves for the next encounter. And certainly there would be more down the road. This wasn't over just yet with the OS.

"Going in, cover me."

Double One glanced at her scanner and found a pair of bombers angling in for a bombing run with no apparent cover. She side-slipped to port, then dove toward the planet. Pulling up and out of the dive just in time as planned along a row of skyscrapers, Russo flashed her lasers at the lead bomber and watched it explode with a little more umph than normal as it had not been able to get it's ordnance off yet.

Flying through the explosive debris field as quarters were tight to maneuver in this close-in to the city blocks, the T-70's shields held solid, but took a beating.

"Rusty see what can do to boost those puppies back up to snuff. We still got work to do here," she grumbled to her R2 unit, then pulled back on the stick and started the X-wing to climb out to come around again.

 

[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

She was meeting no real resistance, as they came out and just got shot. It was like they where scared of something else down there, she ploughed on regardless. She had troops, she had fire power, she had the force. She knew what ever it was, could not be contained as Sith where not going to be around for much longer to do it, and in chaos that follows. This means it would get out regardless, she knew it, and she had to kill it no matter what. She pressed on heading into bunker, she was nervous and getting flashbacks to glitter. She wonder what nightmare they had concocted this time, she had to end it before it became too powerful. Her mind was made up, she going to confront her fear and kill it. All forces move forward, seek and destroy. Keep radio contact, and keep everyone informed of your position. We will have kill everything down there, as what ever has escaped and those that created it. NOW DO YOUR DUTY! Her forces moved in more rapidly, securing each area and killing anyone they met who where not part of invasion force. She would only save prisoner's lives, the rest where forfeit.