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

[Ugohr Poof]

Coruscant - Financial district
Inside the confines of a Zamboni minesweeping main battle tank with two lightsabers
Music: Clash on the Big Bridge
Allies:

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PC: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
NPC: Army of Malastare (minus 1st infantry company): 503/675, 1st and 7th Legion: 11,310/12,000

Enemies:

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

"Mesa sense da presence of grenadiers in da upper levels! Theysa escorten duey Sith Lords, close one another!"

"Two Sith Lords?"

"They think they have the element of surprise on their side, we'll prove them wrong!"

"Theysa will be surprisen! All tanks, fire at da windows above oursa level! Oursa main cannons cannot fire at ground-level targets when wesa usen da rotatin flails! Wesa forward artillery!"

Even though the Army of Malastare, now spread between the main boulevard and the unmined sidewalks near the tanks, advances at a snail's pace due to the clearance of minefields, they do so with the rest of the 1st Legion and the 7th Legion in tow behind them, freshly out of the Acclamator that also ferried the Army of Malastare down to the surface. The tanks were sitting ducks, while infantry could At the same time, the 1st and 7th Legion were also busy securing buildings whose street frontage was ridden of mines. But because Ugohr's tanks still used rotating flails, they were not only limited in their elevation along their forward arc: they had to either fire on different directions or with gradated elevations, with the innermost units having the greatest elevations. One of the grenadiers actually launched a homing missile in Ugohr's direction, clearly aiming for the tank's roof.

"Missile lock-on detected!"

"All tanks, engage electronic jamming! Wesa need to aim manually now! If yousa could use da remote E-Web for point-defense..."

"General, watch out!"

With electronic jamming activated some distance away from the enemy anti-tank missile, it lost its lock-on while in flight. The grenade-sized missile fired from behind a flipped-over table on instead descended faster than the enemy anticipated it would, missing the roof but impacting right in front of Ugohr's tank. Ugohr realizes in horror that his own rotating flail isn't working anymore and is now smoldering shards of alusteel and comes to the grim realization that he can't fully clear the minefield; the comfort of now being able to fire at ground level or with depression is little in comparison. Meanwhile the other tanks kept firing at windows ranging from second to tenth floor in height, and the further away the targets they fired at, the higher the windows the tank crews hit.

"Theysa take out mesa flail! All units, stay clear of da center of da boulevard, lest yousa set off mines!"

"1st Legion to Army of Malastare, status report" the commanding officer of the 1st Legion asked Ugohr over comm.

"General Poof reporting: yousa need to stay clear of da center of da boulevard! Mesa own rotatin flail issa destroyen"

Hovercraft did not set off land mines, unlike flesh-and-blood infantry. That was the main advantage of hovercraft over wheeled or treaded vehicles: it was logical for Ringovinda StarYards to develop the Zamboni tank as a hover tank. Little did they know was that there were shadows lurking near the first intersection they come across but, thanks to jamming, they couldn't identify what these were. The ECM as used on their own tanks could not only jam enemy sensors, but they also caused the problem of jamming their own with it. Now the Rings of the Lord know they will have to stay on Coruscant for a while longer if the Alliance did, in fact, win there: they will have to finish clearing the minefield they are crossing right now before they could go on another campaign. Probably with the Army of Malastare in tow, too.

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

 

[Aver Brand]

Cream and the Crop Casino
Coruscant Underworld
0520 hours
[member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Lucien Shorn"]

A wicked, toothy grin twisted her lips. Her helmet reflected the expression, curling the shimmering projection of a skull all the way to where her ears would be.

“Why don’t you tell me who’s paying first,” Aver spoke, dragging the words through her sharp smile syllable by syllable. “Because it ain’t you, kid.”

She cocked her head to the side and swept around him for the scintillant whisper of electronics. While the merc might have left her former life behind, her skills and affinities remained. One of those was being in touch with her equipment, be it living or dead.

“Get your bosses on the line,” she said after a moment, gesturing towards the commlink in his pocket.

Given the timing and the cocky smile on the face of the boy, she could guess pretty well who was offering. Better make sure, though. Better make sure fast, too, because Loray was getting bored something fierce. And a bored Loray was worse than a whole invasion force.

 

[Loray Tares]

Cream and the Crop Casino
Coruscant Underworld
0523 hours

Loray tapped his foot, lightly and impatiently, as he waited for this merchants response. It was true, he was quickly getting bored. Beating up bearded figures in the Casino room was only going to entertain him for so long. He might have to transition to a small humans at this rate, starting with this teeny bopper.

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Lucien Shorn"]​

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Goal: Destroy the Sith
Location: Undercity | Headed Towards Valley of Lords
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Enemies: The One Sith | None

He chuckled at the joke, though he doubted Alen was the oldest person among them. Well, maybe physically. Gotta love a good foundation for cloning, though he did feel happy none of the sadistic tendencies of the original were carried over to the clone. That would have made for some awkwardness down the road.

Pressing his head against the metal wall, he smiled as he thought about the situation. About how the One Sith had begun their pathway to domination through invasion of Coruscant. And how there was a very good opportunity to end their reign with a very similar event. Galactic Alliance, using Dulvoyinn as a stepping stone, to take the battle straight to the heart of the One Sith.

"I would have enjoyed being a fly on the wall in One Sith command. To see the rats abandoning ship, tucking tail and running for safety at the site of the Alliance." He tilted his neck forcibly with his right hand, feeling it pop. He rotated it the other way for the same effect. Taking the cue from Jacen, he drank down an energy gel packet and stored the empty remains in his utility belt. Wiping any residue from his mouth with his sleeve, he nodded to Jacen as he moved towards initiating the climb once more. "Well...it's not going to climb itself."

By the time the line had formed, Alen would have the time needed to catch his breath. It was fine, better than fine. Fire in the lungs was a good sign that he was still alive.

 

[Micah Talith]

Coruscant
[member="Vexen"] and @Kali Talith
Gear: In sig

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"You could say that," The wry twist of the Talith's signature smirk went flashing over towards his sister. He could tell she was nervous. This was coming out of her comfort zone. Out of the area of nonparticipation that she had established long ago. In that, she was similar to their mother, Kira Talith. Jedi Master of the Order, one who desired the safety and the security of all. Her path led to one of the least casualties, where she would go out of her way to ensure none would suffer. Nohei was like that, but she had taken the route where she left such things to Esmae and Draith.

Having her here meant something. Their home of Borleias was on the edge of Sith Territory. But it was more than that. They were fighting for more than just their home. Perhaps, it was just what was right.

A finger came over, flicking her forehead gently. A game. A distraction. "We'll be keeping a low profile. Your armor should help with that..." a gesture would follow. A rumble shook the ship for a moment. Just standard turbulence, but nothing more. Who knew how long their luck would hold.

Micah sat down next to his youngest sister, forearms coming to rest over his thighs, arms hanging between. "How are you doing?"

 

[Pravus Zambrano]

Coruscant Underworld
Unmarked Address

Gangling fingers wrapped around the mallet, far heavier than he liked. Prominent cro-magnon brow coated with a shine, he wiped the slick combination of grease and sweat from his head with the sleeve of purple and red and black. With another strike, the iron pipe pushed through the masonry of the cobble. Another strike. And another. Each hit curled the top of the pipe downward, resembling the head of a metallic mushroom. Crooked and decaying. Once satisfied with the positioning, he lunged down the six steps of stairs somewhat excitedly. Those viewing his mannerisms may have noticed an affliction of energy demarcated by spirit fingers. As he opened the heavy wooden door, he looked towards a corpse, still limp with a rapid onset of acute death. Brushing the body away from the counter-top, Pravus began scribbling across a board. Some sort of mixture of ink and other fluids, to allow for more permanent impact, he sighed as he was finished.

Lifting the board up, he read the words and smiled. Running some line through pre-punched holes, he tied the display to a quickly whittled piece off wood. Dragging a finger longingly across the surface of his alchemy instruction kit, he quickly swayed back towards the door. Oh what dreams he had, to marry the care of a womp rat with a human, he could hardly contain himself. Well, it didn't need to be human, but he could hardly think of a lower specimen of sentience. Stopping at the threshold, he held a finger to his lips. Rodian? No. Bothan? No. By the Goddess, even Wookiees had redeeming qualities. But humans! He stomped his foot and almost spit as he slammed the door behind him.

Approaching the iron pipe, he leaned down awkwardly and strapped the sign to the pipe. Above, he could feel the wind, which was odd considering how deep he resided within the musky bowels of the Underworld. The smell was a redeeming property of the locale, as it helped hide the more unintended consequences of his ambitious projects. Once he was satisfied with the rigid nature of the sign, the warning signals began to blare. Lights in the far off distance, explosions on the horizon, and all the other pretty indicators of strife and turmoil. Holding his palms together, he watched with awe and giddy sentiment, tapping the tips of his fingers together. "Oh...how wonderful!" Lifting his hands to the sky, he rejoiced at the affliction of chaos. Thunder booming in the distance, breaking through the foggy glass of stench and pestilence, he nodded to himself as he moved back down the stairs.

Steps slippery with a permanent dew, he glided down them with little regard. With the door shut hard behind him, he began cleaning up the remains of those who were fortunate enough to cross paths with him. As it was, to serve the Goddess and her demi-gods, there could be no greater purpose. Lifting the corpse on to his shoulder, he strode down an interior flight of stairs, finding a torch-lit chasm within that acted as a hub to many alternating tunnels. Each one a single finger stretching out from a palm, leading to other hidden vestibules. Some dead ended, others did not. Pravus was fortunate to come upon the teller who formerly lived here, hailing from a long line of mediocrity and destined to be nothing more than the scum stuck to the heel of the aspiring alchemists boot.

From the outside, the lights of the home flickered with a warm and inviting glow. A brass bell hung from the stone exterior, chain tied to it and hanging freely. A male, running from the enforcement of a lower city curfew, stopped at the entrance to read the newly erected sign.

Providing safety for all of the afflicted​

We have food, shelter, and medical supplies​

Please take sanctuary here as we ride out this storm​

Ring bell and await reception​

Stepping back into the main room, Pravus could hear the hasty ringing of the bell. "Ooooh...visitors! I'll be right there!"

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Location: Modified Freighter above Coruscant
Mission: ???
Allies: Galactic Alliance // [member="Aela Talith"] // [member="Adder"]
Enemies: One Sith
Gear: Personal Heavy Armor - Usual Equipment - BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle - (4x) Flashbang Grenade - (2x) EMP Grenade - (2x) Thermal Detonator

Kyber never really got what was so amazing about Coruscant. Just another planet in a sea of never-ending universe. All Kyber knew was that it was his mission to see it taken back. So, with orders coming down from above here he was back at it again. The only real thing that annoyed Kyber was the seemingly random placement of himself in whatever military he held rank in at the time. You'd think consistency would make for a stronger military, but what did Kyber know? He was just another cog in the Galactic Alliance War Machine. Sometimes flying below the radar all the time did come back to bite him where the sun don't shine. Would it be too much to ask to have a dedicated squad or company that they assigned him to? Of course it would, as Kyber always seemed to be that guy the higher-ups just shove whenever they feel a mission needs more support. At least it kept things fresh for him, right? Well it didn't matter in the long run, war is war after all.

[SIZE=14.6667px]As Kyber was thinking he was rudely interrupted by a shudder in the freighter, so he decided it was time to get ready. As Kyber was doing his final checks on all of his equipment, weapons, ammo, etc. he made his way around the freighter, inspecting some of the other soldiers' equipment and ammo reserves- and sometimes adjusting them. One soldier already had his safety off while they were still mid-flight. One bad shudder and he could've killed someone. It was during this time that he heard a loud voice break through the comms; “ETA under one minute, boys!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Kyber steeled himself as he made his way through the freighter one last time- but he stopped abruptly as he saw a familiar face on his way through the freighter. "Jedi Marshall Aela Taltih- a pleasure to be working with you again, ma'am. I've been given last minute orders to provide any and all support to the CO of this mission. Given my specific skill set-" The freighter suddenly shuddered and went dark. A few moments later the red warning lights flashed on. It was just about time. Kyber turned back towards the exit and adjusted himself one final time before smiling wide under his helmet. This was Kyber's chosen occupation after all... so why not enjoy your work?[/SIZE]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

SECRET DROP CHUTE
ASCENDING FROM CORUSCANT UNDERCITY INTO VALLEY OF LORDS FOUNDATIONS

STRIKE TEAM (Force signatures masked): [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
ASCENDING IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

She'd been the one to get them to the drop vault; she knew the signs that had led them past the infinitely subtle White Current illusions and the layers of camouflage. Once they'd started the climb, though, there'd been only one reason for her to continue leading the way. That reason started making a difference right now.

The chute was nearly vertical by this point, and the angle told her they'd reached the topmost layer of crushed and blasted city, just beneath the Valley's foundation. The chute's durasteel felt irregular. Her headlamp revealed a complex surface of suspended duracrete and warped conduit. A metre above her head, the chute just plain ended. Torn away, bent and twisted. She climbed up a little farther, enough to sweep her headlamp through the lateral gaps in the rubble, and took a deep breath.

The Force didn't come especially strong to her, but she was the only daughter of the two greatest hyperspace explorers in the past millennium. She'd been learning instinctive navigation since she could crawl after a piece of candy in the dark, or find a ball behind a couch. She'd flown outside the galaxy and run through avalanches of rubble without a scratch. Here, in the heart of the Force nexus that had been here for tens of millennia, she could find a safe route through anything.

"Pipe ends," she called down. "Follow me. Bit more of a climb, then some cutting, then we're there."

She hoisted herself over a warped metal edge and into a duracrete crevice that looked no more promising than any other. Conduit worms writhed against her hands, but she no longer had to suspend her whole weight from her hands and knees. She could pause and rest against grimy 'crete as the others navigated the transition from vertical chute to horizontal wreckage.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Unknown, Last Sighted Above the Palace District.
Mission: Survive
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron, BB-24 'Buttercup'
Enemies: The One Sith
Equipment: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol

"Stay with me," I said, holding my hands above the bleeding geyser and applying all the pressure my fatigued form could muster. "Don't you dare die on me." My lips pleaded, desperately wishing that my fellow pilot would hear my words, and defy all the odds. Tears flowed freely down my cheek as I fought with everything I had to see that she remained alive - but alas, with the last spasm of her life surging through her sundered body, my hands slowly began to turn into fists. Damn them, I cursed, striking the broken hull of her X-wing. I hadn't known her for long, but she was a part of my pack - a Rogue - just like myself, and that meant she was family. The One Sith had slain a woman, though a stranger to me, that I considered my Sister. Damn them to whatever hell they feared! I would make them pay. I would make them fear the coming of my wrath. Running a blood-soaked hand across her pain-flecked features, I watched as the light that radiated behind her eyes fade and closed them soon after. She didn't deserve to see my sorrow, nor what horrors I wrought in the wake of her death. This woman had earned a better fate than this, and in death, I would ensure she would stand before Harmony's Gate and be judged worthy.

Offering one last familiar smile to my Copilot's corpse, I rose from the wreckage of our disabled Pointer's and looked for my Droid companion. Princess was knocked out when the massive Ion cannon had struck one of the landing Corvettes, suffering the same fate as my mechanical steed, though, thankfully with better results. This was to be our second crash landing together, and every time the results had gotten worse. First, it was the sands of Malastare were the 're-education' of my mind had fractured, allowing the darkness of my past a way to worm it's way back into the forefront of my thoughts. Now, in the duracrete shell that shot up to scrape the stars themselves, what I had believed to be our last venture, I was alone with the echoes of my past and the ghosts of my future.

Pulling myself together with a shuddering breath, I turned my gaze turned towards the Shattered X-wing that had borne our Squadron's colors. I clambered aboard the wreckage and slid into the socket next to my Astromech, inspecting her exterior casing. As my fingers began to probe her fuchsia shell in the partial darkness, her systems rebooted and came to life - nearly throwing me off the starfighter and causing my heart to palpitate in fear.

"It's okay," I stated, as soothingly as I could when my heart began to beat normally once again. "We got taken out by an Ion Cannon. ANI messed up with their intelligence briefing; we flew right into their trap - again. First at Dulvoyinn, and now here too." Pausing to glance around the cratered chamber, I rubbed a loving hand against her primary sensor dome. "But, that doesn't matter. Tell me, are you alright? You've been out cold for some time."

The Droid spun her dome about her implanted spherical body, whirring and chirping in muted tones. It seemed not all of her functionality had been restored just yet, but from what she had said in that mechanical tongue of hers was promising. She would recover, but it would take time, and whatever power remained within my broken steed. It pained her, as it did me, to deny the vessel the last moments of its life without more agony - but when one's life was on the line - there would be no question as to what mattered more. Placing my hand atop the fragmented canopy, I offered my thanks to the Starfighter and hoped it would understand what was about to occur. Though many would consider such a gesture to be futile, I knew better.

Watching the flickering lights of the command console fade, I went for the manual release lever and yanked it free. Buttercup was thrown from the Astromech socket, and I could've sworn that she bounced once as she impacted the rubble-strewn floor. Stifling a laugh, and coughing instead, I began to feast upon my Pointer like a carrion would a corpse. Picking apart the essential pieces, mostly survival gear that was ruined with the impact of our enforced landing, I pulled my Scattergun free - only to find that the force of our crash had cut the weapon in two. Wonderful. Alone behind enemy lines with nothing more than an Astromech Droid, a Refurbished DL-44, and a few bent ration bars.

Rolling my eyes and cursing the demons of fate, I slowly pushed myself from the broken fighter and gently placed myself onto the ground, feeling a slight jolt of agony curl up my left leg. The floor was uneven and in that moment where my boiled leather boots kissed the ground, my ankle had twisted the wrong way, rolling it. Normally, this would've have been an issue, but as the sound of approaching soldier's began to fill the hollowed out chamber, I let my frustrations filter out in an angered hiss. Flicking a thumb across my holster's cover, I withdrew the Blaster pistol and took aim. They wouldn't take me alive! As I sighted down the length of the barrel, the first of many torches began slicing through the door...

 

[Kira Vaal]

The Hidden Path

The rest had been matched by a quick hit of energy thanks to one of those shake and slurp protein packs so favoured by the athletes of today. It tasted horrible and Kira could only imagine what crazy damage it was doing to her insides but it did exactly what it was meant to be doing and she felt the warmth spreading through her fingers.

“We’re moving up.” The shout came from someone in the group, Kira didn’t know who but she gave her arms a final stretch before joining the group as the line was re-established on the tube wall. She gave a cautious look down towards [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] who had taken position behind her, the sudden swell of vertigo causing her pause. “Oh by the Force that’s a long way down.” Impossible to even fathom really.

Again they began to climb. One arm before the other, each effort put behind them as they proceeded with the next. Onwards and upwards towards the darkening pit of Coruscant’s upper realm. It had began to get harder to pull up fully as time had gone on, the pipe ever so slight angle having all but disappeared to create a complete vertical climb that was beginning to tax the strike group as the continued ever on.

“Pipe ends.” Mara’s voice carried down through the climbers as each began to make their way up and over the broken finish to the secret tube. Kira herself avoiding a nasty sharp slice that she felt run momentarily across her thigh before she adjusted her angle to get herself onto the wreckage level that all the group was now sat in.

“So this is it eh?” Kira’s light shone of broken Duracrete and metal shards. The dark oppressive waves of the Nexus above them weighing down on her shoulders like an angry Rancor not wanting her to proceed. It could feel them, it knew why they had come and it was scared. “This is where it used to stand.” It was possible that the ruin they stood in now had very well at some point before been part of the original Jedi Temple, long lost beneath the pressures of rebuilding and Sith oppression.

Kira moved to stand near Mara. Her eyes meeting for just a moment. It was an explorers look, a knowing glance of respect shared between two people who knew that what they did wasn’t the easiest job in the world.
“Now for the hard part eh? You sure we can get through on time?” Kira looked up towards the wreckage above them with a sigh. “You know I never thought I’d actually find myself here, ironic really an Underground agent under the ground of the very planet whose rule we were formed to fight against. What lies beyond that scares the living daylights out of me, but I guess once we are up there…we probably aren’t coming back.” She ran a hand across her arm, an ache from the last time she had been here, that ill-fated attack by the Galactic Alliance so long ago. “I just want to say. It’s been an honour.”

Allies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Ryan Korr"]

Enemies (soon): [member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Crop the Cream Casino

Woah, those helmets really were pretty scary up close, but the two mercs didn't smell nearly as bad as a Hutt. And at least they wouldn't feed him to a Rancor if they ended up deciding against the deal. Well, probably. They didn't have a rancor, did they? Even amongst the planetary incursion 'rancor loose on Coruscant streets,' would make some headlines.

He should probably give them the commlink before they did anything too crazy. Fishing in the pocket, he pulled it out and clicked it on. "Red Leader to Kahuna... yeah they want to speak to you. Uh huh. Yeah, here you go."

Luce handed the super duper encrypted communications device that rogue Sith Lords with monitoring sensors definitely wouldn't be able to pick up, let alone decode, over to [member="Aver Brand"].

"Mr. and Mrs. Doe I presume. We've been keeping a tab on you for quite some time. Let's see if we can't make a deal to see the One Sith off Coruscant for good."

[member="Loray Tares"]

 

[Shaddi]

The Valley of Lords


He found it intoxicating, the more he slew the more arrived to feed his blood lust. They were so damn weak, so pathetic. "Is this everything you have?!" He shouted out as with a raised hand he produced a firestorm to burn away those that had stood before him. "I expected the Galactic Alliances, A game here and this is what you bring?!" He said as he walked over the charred corpses of the alliance soldiers, the few that remained cowering in fear before the Lord of the sith. Turning his saber off and putting it on his belt, Erebos reached out to one of the cowering soldiers before him, the fingertips of his armor turning into sharp claws.
As his hand was placed on the soldiers chest the fingers dug into the soldiers chest, the soldiers screams began to pierce through the valley before they were silenced. Before the limp corpse of the dead soldier stood Erebos, holding the soldiers heart in his hand, his faceless mask marked by the light of the flames around him. "So you do have a heart..." He said softly as he looked to another soldier who stared with tear filled eyes and an expression twisted in pure terror.

"Tell me.. do you have a spine?" Erebos then said as he crushed the heart in his hand and began to walk slowly towards the soldier who began to crawl backwards. "Let's find out shall we?" The dark and distorted voice that came from Erebo's mask said as he came upon the soldier crawling on all fours and plunged his hand into the mans back, only to rip out the man's spine along with the back plate of his armor. "Hm you have one but it's not much of one." Erebos then said as he observed the spine in his hand and then tossed it to the side.

"Die you monster!" A young voice suddenly called out as a male jedi came jumping through the flames, his bright blue blade ignited and coming down to a slash aimed at Erebos's head. A smirk began under Erebos's mask as he saw the jedi coming for him, he was an amateur. With a light step back he evaded the blade and as the Jedi came to strike at him Erebos gripped his hand and broke it with a mixture of force strength and telekinesis. "I am, what of it?" Erebos said before the Jedi's eyes widened and he screamed out in horror as he fell back on broken legs. "Now, I wonder can you scream a little more for me?" He said as he reached out and with the force gripped the human jedi's kidney and crushed it. The man screamed out with pain as phlegm and blood sputtered from his mouth. Next was his gall bladder and again he let out the scream, that beautiful symphony of agony and pain.

"N-No! stop it!" A soldier came running towards Erebos with her rifle raised high to strike him, a female, a strike that he easily caught. "You care for him don't you?" Erebos said as streams of lightning ran from his hand through the rifle and into the female causing her to scream out in agony. It was now clear that the few soldiers and the jedi around Erebos would feed his power and keep him occupied until some actual challenge would come to try and stop him.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Location: Coming in above landing GA shuttles
Enemies: [member="Ecarht Arak"] / Gladiator Squadron / Misc. Aces
Allies: Rogues still skyborn

Like a bouquet of fire, the deadly blossoms of flames consumed several of her Rogues around her - the formation breaking as thirteen, nine, fourteen and others spiralled out of control against AA turrets. In the blackness of space, her friends were becoming bits of metal debris. Her own system was becoming a bit goopy in the confusion, her wrists permeating pain from the severity of her yoke-yanking.

Teeth clenched, and a healthy sweat against her forehead in the helmet, her grip tightened on the yoke. “All airborne Rogues, keep formation loose and low - they’re picking us off one by one! Gotta protect the landing team! Can I get a roll call, who's still up here?” The vibrations that ricocheted through the cockpit were directly related to the velocity she was traveling in attack speed. With the naked eye she could see the One Sith’s pilots about to do their darndest.

[member="Aedan Lochlan"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Lucius Varad"] | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] | [member="Jareb Kaine"]

“Get some locks in that clutch, Frank. Gonna need your support here!”

[Copy, locking to engage. You have all missiles still and 95% power to cannons.]

Loske checked her sensor board, to make sure she was correctly oriented toward her fourth target. Green Six on her starboard drifted rightward and triggered their lasers, red beams slashing down into the right hand row of opposition that were targeting the landing shuttles. The One Sith’s team were coming from above, and the Rogues and supporting Green Squadron were coming from even higher.

A steep point of her nose, and Loske tilted the star fighter forward and slightly downward, making it extremely apparent she was going for the 3-9 Line without reservation. Her breath was hitched and she was angry - furious that several of her teammates and friends had already been plucked from their rightful place in the skies.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: FORWARD till the last gun falls!
Location: Marching to the Palace with Nyx, Mythos, James Justice and Rohlan Verd clones!
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] get your dancing shoes.
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.

Spoiler

Rough Total: 17300/19000 + Civilians Now 1500/1500
7,400 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
3,800/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
1,900 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
4,200 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
29/30 AT-AW | 84/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Excellent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtTeybi3aAw
Two Brothers. Time draws in. No retreat from your home for the honorable.​

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Burn them all was appropriately how he was thinking about now. There was only one way a Sith like Kylath knew how to fight when he was outgunned and out positioned like this. The screens ahead showed the fight, showed how many there were swarming through the planets depths. Possible rebellion agents sighted here and there, those cloaked in shadow from the readings in the bunker, not knowing where, only obvious actions as they happened.

Right here and now. You could run off or you could push on through, and see what you were made of.

Sealing the blast doors over the bunker. The 5th Army did something the alliance probably were not expecting. Got up and MOVED. 18,000 men now on the march over Coruscant. A slow steady marching fire advance, leaving just the regular operational staff inside the bunker to run it. Walkers marching, tanks moving, ripping up ground, the gloves were off, buildings partially crushed underfoot as they began to ascend where they could at the perimeter. Mines cleared for the armored column, burning and blasting whatever was in their path to make way. This would be an entirely different problem to face, but more easily dealt with by the alliance likely, moving armor in an urban environment especially, even if the tanks were built with urban fighting in mind.

GNN vs [member="Aneya Maev"]'s SCNN

Fighters duking it out above the cityscape, the GNN Broadcasts continued below challenged by [member="Aneya Maev"], they had less success, she could surely push her growing advantage too if she focused in on that armor! To stem mounting resistance that would filter outward, as insurgency when the time was right. Sith Resistance very different to that of their more morally justified counterparts! Fanatical civilians fighting the alliance where they could now locally, using whatever they had to hand. Time to raise the stakes and play for it all.

Kylath got in a shuttle above the march and found himself headed toward the palace, to scout out the area, singling out one individual who was brave enough to advance alone. Dropping out of the shuttle in front of where they walked, he made no attempt to hide the fact he’d requested to be dropped off, or his intent. The invader would get a free shot at him if they wanted to play that way. [member="Mia Monroe"]

Good distance away, the black armored form ignited his saber and pointed it at the figure. "Who walks this walk, and what do you intend?"

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

Actions:
MARCH FORWARD, 5th Army Marching Fire Toward the Palace.
Citizen Gain + another 500 Resistance Fighters for the Coruscant Sith Insurgency
Separating from NPCs, will be background unless engaged by more people.
Blastdoors closed around bunker, defenses still firing on the outer walls, and above.

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Black Pyramid Ruins

As the battle for Coruscant raged on, the Count and his forces had maintained their position at the ruined pyramid, their defences swiftly dealing with the small scouting parties which had been deployed to harass them. The time to execute the second phase of his plan was now. The Count stood quietly within his command post at the centre of his forward operating base, before speaking in his usual dominant tone. ''Activate the anti-air guns. Bring down ALL Galactic Alliance fighters and vessels within range. This city will be littered with wreckage before the hour is through.'', he said with a smirk upon his face. He would let overconfidence blind him however, and had made suitable arrangements to ensure the protection of said guns. An entire Supremus armored company of red-painted AT-ST and AT-AT walkers soon arrived via large landing craft, and quickly boosted his already considerable defensive position.

As the large anti-air cannons came online, they began unleashing a torrent of heavy firepower towards the battle in the skies above. The first volley of shots quickly brought down a large swathe of unaware fighters and transports, filling the skies with explosions and falling debris, which harmlessly bounced off the defensive shielding in place around the ruined pyramid. While this torrent of anti-air fire continued, the Count gave the order to his scout teams to begin harassing any approaching Galactic Alliance forces, to whittle them down before they launched attacks. Sniper and rocket fire erupted from buildings near Elaine's position, firing down on the advancing army to catch them unaware...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqSuUHqvGO8

[member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Aela Talith]

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

"It's good to have you here." Aela said to the soldier as the lights dimmed and the freighter bucked slightly to the left. The Senate Building was just up ahead now, and in the distance she could see streaks flowing from the sky. They were other ships, gunships, dropships, half a dozen different vessels that were all filled to the brim with Soldiers of the 5th Legion. They had come here because Aela had called them to arms, because she had told them to come. For most of them, that was enough, for others it was about fighting the Sith, taking back the crown jewel of the galaxy.

She frowned for a moment, then tightened her grip on the small slip of rope in her hand.

There was another heavy buck of the ship as Zven cut through anti-air fire, and then suddenly there was a loud beep as the ship very quickly descended onto the landing platform. Aela got a sickening feeling in her stomach as the door very suddenly sprang open, the ground beneath them speeding by for half a second as the freighter slowed. The Jedi Marshall stood for only half a second, and then she jumped. She landed with a heavy thud crashing into the ground and leaping into the air in smooth liquid motion.

She came up with both lightsabers snapping into life, the unique sound of the ancient saber resounding upon the small landing pad. Dozens of 5th Legion soldiers had already touched down, blaster fire rained from the upper quadrants of the Senate Building.

The fight had begun.

"Go!" She yelled, dashing forward and deflecting a heavy blue bolt from a Sith Trooper. "Get inside!"

The fighting would be hard, but worth it.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Somewhere in the fighting
Enemies: One Sith
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Objective: Kick tail and chew bubblegum


"Damn, out of gum," Betna said as he checked his gear once more. Frowning beneath his helmet, he checked through the saddlebags tied to his mount, a Napna Vornskr. Finding nothing, he leaned forward a bit and tapped the creature he rode gently between it's fuzzy ears to get it's attention.

"Did you eat it?" he asked seriously. The only response he received was a tired huff of air before the Vornskr turned back forward and resumed sniffing at the ground between its paws inquisitively. The Mandalorian warrior turned and shrugged at the Alliance soldier who'd asked. "Sorry, guess I'm all out. I'm sure someone around has some, though."

At that, he gave the soldier a quick wave and nudged his mount forward into a loping trot forward. He'd been given the task to scout ahead and search for the enemy. Normally, this would be given to a motorized scout unit or perhaps a dozen men on speeder bikes, but with the nature of warfare, the city was slowly turning into a ruined wasteland bit by bit as the fighting kept on. A single man with a fast and agile mount with the ability to send back comm messages was bit more valuable at such a task and so he'd volunteered. Besides, they were paying him well enough to go and bugger off searching for something to do.

He checked his weapons once more as he and his Vornskr trotted off. He carried his sword and ax, made by his friend and Master Smith, @Ijaat Akune, as well as a dinu'ul in his off hand, though for now it was deactivated. In a scabbard attached to his saddle was a simple, bolt action slugthrower and on his hip was his old and trusty .44 revolver. In his hands he carried a Tenloss-made Type 8 submachine gun and on his back was a simple beskar tube carrying Bob, the Ysalamir that he'd kept around for as long as he could remember. In addition to the varied grenades on his belt, he carried a satchel charge slung to the Vornskr's saddle. Most thought he was loaded for hunting something very big and very nasty. For Betna, this was the typical skirmish loadout.

Satisfied he was all in order, he kicked the predator he rode into a full run and disappeared into the city. With luck, he'd find something to keep him occupied. If not, he was still getting paid in the end.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Approaching Valley of the Dark Lords

Deja Vu

The series of agitated beeping coming from R9 as the modified N-1T cut through the skies over Coruscant was not helping the Jedi Ace in the fething slightest. "R9 could you calm it down! I'm busy up here trying to dodge these mother fu--- Hold on!" Abruptly, the Naboo native snapped the control column to the right as he applied full power to his repulsors. The resultant reaction was an abrupt change of flight direction in his interceptor to narrowly avoid colliding with an enemy fighter. At the same time, the thrust from his repulsors at such a close distance sent the enemy into a violent rotation the pilot had not been expecting.

Snap-rolling his fighter back to the left, Marcello cursed slightly under his breath. He'd been in dire situations at the controls of a starfighter since he was a teenager and began his career with the Naboo RSF. However, this was completely different. Retribution to what happened on Coruscant so long ago. For a moment, Marcello's thoughts threaten to drift back to a time when he'd brushed with darkness...almost accepting it as the easy way out. A time where his leg had been brutally damaged, prompting an unplanned vacation to the far reaches of the galaxy to have a suitable replacement constructed. He recalled a time when betrayal had run rampant throughout a misguided, ineffective sect of Jedi.

The most disappointing part though? They had the opportunity to immediately rebuild, to revitalize. What happened instead? The powers that be elected to follow the same old brand of pathetically useless policy and structure. Now what was the Jedi Order...the Republic? Both fractured...shadows of a past riddled with failure. Marcello...like so many others was here to right a wrong. He had contacted his friend and former apprentice, [member="Ryan Korr"], almost immediately upon hearing about the initiative. He recalled a former incursion onto the planet to rescue the likes of [member="Avalore Eden"] and others from the clutches of the One Sith.

A series of superheated lasers ripped just past the canopy of Marcello's nimble interceptor. "Feth. R9. We're about to do the thing buddy."

Whooooppp Beep Beep.

"You know the thing! Stop acting brand-new." Abruptly, Marcello rolled the N-1T into a steep, rapid dive. The interceptor quickly approached the max speed it was capable of before the wings ripped off simply from the air resistance in the atmosphere, but the Rogue Master manipulated the flight controls well enough to keep that from happening.

Beep Beep Boop.

Marcello rolled his eyes just as he applied full power to the forward linear repulsors and deployed the speed-brake. The interceptor almost instantly tapered off to a speed that was just below the optimum cornering velocity. Snap-rolling the vessel inverted, Marcello pushed the control column forward to push the nose back up to the horizon. Below him he could see his intended target location, perhaps another eight thousand meters below him. "You know this daredevil craziness was a lot more appealing when I was a kid..."

BEEEEEEEPPP.

"Don't worry about [member="Kiskla Grayson"], she can find me on her own." She could but, you know...courtesy and everything. He would definitely yell at her if she tried something like he was about to do, but in his defense, she was always doing something borderline reckless. Not that it really mattered...his love for her only grew more and more with each passing moment of life. "Alright fine...just send her vessel a message. She can find me plenty easy enough." In another couple seconds, the vessel had slowed nearly to stall speed...making it a rather serious target for both air defense and starfighters. Immediately, Marcello popped open the canopy, and it quickly ripped off. R9 could pilot it back to the fleet and Marcello would find a new ride home. Unfastening his restraints, the Jedi Master fell out of the nimble interceptor and quickly began plummeting towards the ground.

Keeping his hands pinned to his side, the Naboo native turned himself into a practically undetectable bullet ripping towards the surface amid the chaos still in the hair. The Force was the only reason he managed not to careen into the side of a passing vessel or fly through a hail of anti-air fire on his way down.

 

[Ecarht Arak]

Location: Above Escorted Shuttles, some burning, most saved.
Mission: Get this Frakface off my six!
Fluff NPC Allies: 10/12x Ki ES Mki Aces, Gladiator Squadron.
Surrounding NPC Regular Fighter Fluff: 101/120 Ki IC Mki Interceptors - 10 Squadrons. | 51/60 Ki SB Mki Bombers - 5 Squadrons.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX9L8IuiwJA
Explain to me why we no one remembers their names. Left as numbers on a board, or pictures on a wall.​

Finishing their loop to put them up behind their shuttle's escorts, Alliance flygirls ahead turning into dust, celebratory congratulations usually short from the sith aces, were cut completely silent because right in behind them came…

What they had been handpicked to fight, remaining rogue's had the drop on the gladiators!

Ecs fighter had an astromech, but she never had time for droids, hers was mostly silent. She did enough back chat for the both of them! Getting warning from her droid they had income from up high! Hunters becoming hunted.

“Contacts! You’ve got one central to your wingline Ecsie!“

“No kidding.” She looked over the back of her neck, sarcasm erupting. Was this them? Was she going to get her shot? Or be toast.

“Hold still I’ll see if I can….” Comm Static. Her wingman’s reading when dead. Bitterness from his loss, resolve. Gonna pay, he better have pulled canopy. No time to look, streaking fire across her vision.

The thing about coming in that fast and keen to the 3-9 was. “Fine!” She shouted between any shots coming her way. “Try this one!” Waiting until her opponent thought she had her.

Ecs banked right, looking to her put her pursuer into a 3-9 overshoot, alongside Ecs's left rear quarter. If this worked, she banked hard left to follow, and then right again in a flat scissor movement across her. Anytime her attacker got in front of her nose while she turned, she’d find ion and laser guns briefly strafing toward [member="Loske Matson"] 's shields. Same opportunity for her attacker, if she pushed hard enough to keep up.


How fast was she?

[member="Loske Matson"]​

 

[Aran Finn]

Goal: Destroy the Sith
Location: Undercity | Headed Towards Valley of Lords
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [ [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]]
Enemies: The One Sith | None

Funnily enough, Alen was probably the eldest in the group by a few hundred years ... technically. Not that he'd get on his datapad and check his facts on that one. He was still the kind of man who relied on assumption-based planning.

The energy gel capsule did the bearded man wonders. Its effect was almost instantaneous; as his energy levels skyrocketed, his breathing came under control, and the ringing in his ears subsided. Gorramit, he thought, cursing the years of Dark Side abuse that had forever warped the workings of his mind and brought it to the brink of decay. The Light had been good to him and had stemmed the tide, but it hadn't cured it. And then there was the booze ... Na'Varro would have to lay off that.

Na'Varro chuckled at Jacen's joke and flipped him the bird. Another apprentice he had let down ... truth be told, he'd never been the best mentor. He felt bad for that. Clambering to his feet, he joined the line and began making his ascent with the others as Mara led the way. She'd grown to be a formidable one. His daughter Laura had focused more on science than the Force ... Jorus' daughter, however, had taken right after her old man. So she led, and the rest climbed. The bearded man followed gamely, keeping up with the rest. It was easier for him now ... he felt a sense of barely restrained destiny. He felt the lure, the inexplicable power that drew him to a fight like a moth to light.

He considered for a moment, and then decided to take the first fight when it came. Alen knew himself to be, if not the best fighter in the group, at least in the top three. And further to that, he had a lot less to lose. The rest of the party were relative kids for the most part outside of Sionoma and Voidstalker, and all had bright futures to come. Alen's best years had passed him by, he knew that.

"Now this is more my speed," he said as they transferred from a vertical to a horizontal plane.

"I just want to say. It's been an honour," young Kira Vaal said to Mara, a sense of foreboding in her voice. Alen chuckled as he moved past her, clapping her softly on the right shoulder.

"Don't be so morose, kid." He grinned wryly. "You've stilll got a few of these dangerous, crazy escapades left in you."

He didn't wait for a response; rather letting her and Mara continue their moment, his mind on other things.

He'd take the fight if someone else didn't speak for it first. And he would win ... or he would die.