Brave The Whip And Brave The Stone [OS vs RA] [Coruscant Prison Break]

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis Ray occupied one dimension. One perception. A perfect ocean of pain, shimmering and seamless. He had known to expect, at best, a hasty escape with his tail between his legs. The worst case scenario - death. But he was not expecting this. Now, he was beyond expectations.

By the time he flew out the doorway he was standing in, violently meeting the wall behind him, the feeling of the impact was minor. Because he was already experiencing the violation of his mind: The profoundest of agonies, the most fundamental of all possible infringements of his self. It was like his self was being peeled back, to show the twitching brain cells underneath. And beneath that, in the fractal latticework of atoms, there was no refuge. The Hand's dominion was absolute.

"You... I - ah!" He gasped. "Kill - stop - you..." And then, he shifted perceptions. Not pain, any longer. Hate. Hate for the fact that the man could stand there, effortlessly caging him. Thoughtlessly shattering his thoughts. His vision was a void - but he could see that damn smile.

So he screamed. This was what death felt like, to have nothingness creeping onto the edges of perception. And his cry was a defiance of this. Of [member="Sage Bane"], of all the world that would not bend to him. To be a creature of violent passion, exploding outwards and inwards at once. To be an implosion of the Dark Side. This was what the Dark Jedi of Korriban would call Qyâsik Dtiazi. Force Scream. A power reached only through instinct, degradation, indignation.

Glass and metal, electrical wire and circuitry - all of these shattered, then flew outwards in concentric waves towards the object of his killing desires. It was a ripple that charred Trystis's being to be at the center of. And he found that such a singular sensation of pain and hate could intermingle. And again, the agony was in him.

[member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Setzi Lunelle"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Oddball"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Oddball"]


Thane saw the incoming Sith fighter. He was an impatient one wasn't he? The premature fire from his ship that followed the words of the local aerial corps was anything but protocol. Thane punched the engines to dive clear of the incoming fire. Linking up his comms to Blane, he ordered a rapid deployment as soon as they reached the platform.

Thane pulled into a tight roll, the shuttle cringing at the G's being forced on the structure, but it held steady. The shuttle dropped meters below the dogfighting that would begin. The shuttles landing gear descended and the engines whined against gravity as it slammed into the tower of the Temple. Home to the former Jedi Council.

"Hope you have enjoyed your flight on Benefactor Airlines. You are now clear to disembark and enjoy your stay on Coruscant." Thane unbuckled and followed his men out into the old room.

"Move out men! Let's get our boy back!" Thane drew his Ambassador and pointed for the lift. "Rogue, you are weapons free!" [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Vrag]

Vrag watched with that foretold curiosity as the point-defense laser turrets got into gear, crossing her boots on the edge of her desk as she got nice and comfortable in her chair for the massacre that was sure to follow. Coruscant was, for all intents and purposes, an impenetrable fortress with so many layers of protection that even the largest of fleets had difficulty conquering it.

What had been going through the heads of whoever was flying those ships, Vrag didn't know, but it probably wasn't much, all things considered. One doesn't simply walk onto Coruscant. Or fly, as the case may be.

In between the starship fire and the turbolaser fire, it was truly a miracle that the ships carrying illegal IFFs were somehow not only in one piece, but also progressing further among the towering spires of the planet-city, presumptuously targeting that which would, presumably, hurt them the most.

Why, oh why would they then willingly sacrifice air superiority to continue on foot? And near the temple which was bound to be teeming with Force users of various levels of skill and bloodthirstiness, no less. Not exactly a brilliant idea, but it had already been established that the attackers weren't the brigthest when they popped into Coruscant's airspace with naught but a few pilfered tags and starfighters.

Vrag poured herself some more of that fine whiskey and puffed out the last of her cigarra before stifling it in the ornate ashtray built into the desk, her eyes staying glued to the screens in her office throughout the whole thing. By the looks of things, those fools were toast.

"Darling," she husked into her oggzil as she hailed one particular Sith Lord that would doubtless be lingering in the Sith Temple, "you have some unwanted guests on your doorstep. Would you go take out the trash for me?"

Her call was to none other than [member="Hal Terrano"], who would hopefully find the attackers to be fine target practice for the three decades of unspent ire he had yet to inflict upon the world.

With that small matter taken care of, Vrag would then turn to communicate with P-3 and P-7, who had arrived planetside by now and were eagerly awaiting new orders while closing in on the conflict hotspots. She would utter no words this time, for their connection ran deeper, and it required only thought to convey that which needed to be done. Ah, the blessings of Vong.

The Hand smiled again and cooed softly to Lammie as it crawled out of her skull, running her clawed fingers along the ridges of its spine. She would watch, and she would hum that song that Darell had taught her a long time ago, and it would fit beautifully with the cacophony of screams of those who thought to infringe upon their lands.

[member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Oddball"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Trystis Ray"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"] | [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] | [member="Sannika Brynn"] | [member="Roger Kranos"]​

 

[Sage Bane]

As Sage continued to press the devastating Mind Shard directly into Trystis' brain, he savored the other man's pain like an exotic delicacy. Trystis was hemorrhaging the purest hatred, and the most impotent rage. The apprentice's darkest emotions were spilling out of every tortured pore. Sage fed upon them like a leech, deepening his own connection to the Dark Side, and like a drug, he wanted more. As Trystis Force Scream came, Sage's wish was granted. Shock waves rippled through the Force, tearing apart the control room. Where some Hands fought by brute strength and shadow, Sage's chosen form of destruction was mentalism. In this sense, the pale Sith Lord was prepared for any mental bruising that the whelp's screaming might cause. However, Sage had less of a defense against the residual physical effects.The red fluorescent beams above rained down broken synthglass on the Hand, tiny razor sharp edges slicing into his skin. Rivulets of blood began to stream down his face, arms, and torso. His chalk white flesh was soon painted with thin trails of red. Through them, Sage's white teeth gleamed.

The howling did nothing to stop the Hand's assault, however. Even as Sage broke the traitor, he was unrelenting in his cruelty. The Sith Lord had shattered the glass, now it was time to twist the jagged edges into the spongy grey matter of the apprentice's psyche. Like a kitten on the edge of a koi pond, Sage would toy with Trystis.

Accompanying the Mind Shard, which would continue despite Trystis' screaming, would be a waking dream. Sage would spin a web of Sith illusions for the Acolyte. Mind forms so powerful they could assault every sense. Blinding, searing, deafening pain. A twisting of the reality that the man had come to trust. Sage's mouth would stretch unnaturally wide, teeth growing pointed and stretching downward in a rictus. His eyes would go a bright milky white, a stark contrast to the slick patina of crimson. His neck cracked and bent at an unnatural angle. A grey-skinned ghoul stood before Trystis and as it sloughed off bloody layers of its own flesh, it clacked its teeth together with ravenous hunger.

The attack was an assault on everything that Trystis was. An attempt to reduce him to a mote of dust in the cosmic spray. This was no longer about apprehending a traitor. This was about breaking the back of the ego and shredding the id into tiny, lost fragments. Sage's intentions were to leave the man a quivering heap of flesh, with a mind split apart like the two halves of Corellia, and a soul brought to its knees.

[member="Trystis Ray"]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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

The very second after his message to Setzi had been sent, his attention got pulled away. Finally, one of his officers had gotten in touch with the One Sith defensive fleet. "Sir! Unknown vessels have been approaching the planet with prohibited IFF codes. The codes are tagged as Chiss Ascendancy. They have not provided alternative IFF codes, or responded to orders to stand down for inspection." the Nautolan gave his report. Darth Pyrrhus, standing on the bridge had the eyes of everyone present on him. The next following moment would be decisive. As an Acolyte, he had been but another piece in the Sith War Machine to be ordered about, available to serve his superiors at all times. He still was at the disposal of his superiors, but his promotion came with more authority. It was time for the Sith Knight to step up and take charge.

"How have we responded?" the Togruta inquired. "The orbital fleet dispatched a number of starfighters to intercept. Additional fighters and have been scrambled and sent out to engage. Patrolling ships are being pulled towards this location, sir." Pyrrhus gave a moment to think. "Which one is closest?" the officer put two Nautolans under him to work, and was able to reply within a short moment. "That would be the Oppressor, sir. A Talon-class Carrier. Additional corvettes have taken off to provide additional back-up to the planetary defensive fleet, should the ships sighted be at the head of a larger fleet. Two are near our position. Razer class, sir." Darth Pyrrhus had all the information he required. Now came the moment where he accepted the responsibilities of his position, and with it, accepted the fatal consequences for failure.

"Redirect the Oppressor and the two corvettes to our location. Any starfighter squadrons in the area, have them do the same. They will report to me." the Knight gave his command. "But their orders, sir- " "Overrule them." and then he passed the point of no return. Hesitation served no purpose any more, and so he lost any trace of it. "Have additional starfighters stand by on the ground and prepare to launch, until we know what we're dealing with. Contact ground forces, make sure they are prepared to defend against aerial assault." Was it overkill? Perhaps. But this was Coruscant. As the de facto centre of the galaxy, Coruscant was generally agreed to be the most important planet throughout most of galactic history, as well as being one of the wealthiest due to its advantageous location. They had the resources. In the event of an attack, naturally, they would dispense them.

"Sir, the Oppressor says they have other orders, and demand authorisation before committing to new ones." Of course, give a man a big ship and he thinks he's someone important. "Open a line of communication. I will speak with him." The Togruta would entertain him, and show that more than a captain of some corvette, he was dealing with a Sith. Soon, the captain of the Oppressor showed up on the holotransmitter. Equally, he would now have the Sith Knight well within his own view. "This is Darth Pyrrhus of the Revenant." crew members looked at him in moderate confusion. Up until this point, his ship had gone unnamed. Though the situation usually called for some kind of identification. Did he think that up on the fly? Seemingly so. "I am assuming command over your ship. You will move to my position by the Sith Temple. Deploy your starfighters and interceptor to meet with me ahead of you. All of them." then he cut transmission. The man's face had grown visibly paler from the sight of the Togruta clothed in the dark robes of the Sith. He grew even paler when the title 'Darth' was brought up. He would comply.

Looking to the skies above Coruscant and the temple, he expected to sight the burning balls before they crashed down to the ground. Though the defence he set up likely would not be needed, it was good to be prepared, in case the few stolen ships came with the backing of a larger fleet. Coruscant, the jewel of the galaxy, had a massive planetary defence shield that would protect it from orbital bombardment, as well as hinder the approach of unwanted aircrafts. Had Coruscant been protected by a shutter shield, it would have been less damaging to crafts passing through them. However, as it was stated, the shields were clearly curved, and as such, they had to be dealing with encasing shields. It had been brought down in the past, by the Yuuzhan Vong in fact, but only after they had employed a tactic which involved sending waves of kamikaze ships crashing into the shield, in order to overload it. Unless they dealt with the series of relays on the surface of Coruscant, he did not expect any company in the near-future.

To his great surprise, the Revenant's towered array with advanced sensor capabilities picked up a small group of starfighters, who did in fact bypass the shields and were approaching the temple. The planetary shield must have been having a bad day. He hoped the encasing shields protecting the Sith temple was doing better. Regardless, due to the arduous journey, he hardly expected them to be fully combat operational. Their bravery was to be commended, and they had made it in. However, their next immediate challenge became: would they make it out? "All guns prepare to fire. Initiate the Interdiction Field Generator, lay down interdiction fields to disrupt enemy microjumps and retreat attempts. Inform all units of our targets and their position. They are free to engage"

And so the orchestra of the humble defensive force the Sith Knight had assembled played their music. The final tier of Coruscant's layered planetary defences opened fire. An array of anti-aircraft guns and rooftop turbolasers, some operated automatically, others by Human gunners and astromech droids, opened fire on their most unwelcome visitors. His ship's own weapons opened fire on their targets as well, using two forward-mounted light turbolasers, another two concussion missile launchers and three anti-fighter laser cannon turrets. The two anti-fighter Razer-class frigates that had come to support his position opened fire as well, with their heavy armaments of dual turbolasers, concussive missile launchers and quad laser canons. The fighters called for from the Talon-class Carrier subsequently engaged, with a total of twenty-four Blades. The Oppressor was not quite within range, but would soon be to deliver more pain, should the fighters somehow survive the heavy barrage they were facing. He fully expected the additional fighters that had been in the area, and summoned from the ground would pull their weight as well. Should they somehow get past the first wave of attack, and drop their bombs, they would sadly find that the encasing shield coating the building that was the Sith Temple, and also apparently their target, was very much operational. The powerful shield, powered by relays placed in strategic locations on the ground, would require more than four proton bombs to be taken out of commission.

As it turned out, today was not a good day to attack Coruscant.

[member=Reverance] [member=Vrag] | [member=Setzi Lunelle] | [member=Greta Kohler] | [member=Animus Malgus] | [member=Juwiela Melec] | [member=Blane Nightfall] | [member=Thane Drexel] | [member=Sannika Brynn]​

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Summary of actions

Spoiler

> Darth Pyrrhus assumed control of 1 x Talon-class Carrier, 2 x Razer-class Frigate,
> Darth Pyrrhus assumes the role of commanding officer for anti-aircraft artillery forces on the ground by the Sith Temple
> Shadow-class Reconnaissance Corvette deploys interdiction fields to disrupt enemy microjumps and preventing full retreat through a hyperspace jump
> Shadow-class Reconnaissance Corvette fires upon Rebel starfighter and bomber squad with 3 anti-fighter laser cannon turrets, 2 concussion missile launchers, 2 forward-mounted light turbolasers
> Razer class Frigate #1 fires upon Rebel starfighter and bomber squad with 10 x turbolasers, 10 x concussion missile launchers, 48 x quad laser canons
> Razer class Frigate #2 fires upon Rebel starfighter and bomber squad with 10 x turbolasers, 10 x concussion missile launchers, 48 x quad laser canons
> Array of anti-aircraft guns and rooftop turbolasers open fire on Rebel starfighter and bomber squad
> The Talon-class Carrier's 24 x KI-SF-Mkl, aka "Blades", engage Rebel starfighter and bomber squad

 

[Ras'kala'han]

The last thought Trystis had that was not so mutilated that [member="Sage Bane"] could not discern it was this: No. A Sith does not regret. Then came the breaking.

His lungs were hoarse and raw - his mouth full of blood from his last, desperate assault. The room began to flood with fetid, black liquid. His eyes were being chewed out by worms. He could still see the smile. He fell from the wall to his hands and knees - a quivering posture of a man broken. But his undoing was not yet complete.

At first, he could only cry out - tell the Hand how he would burn everything that he loved and dance on the ashes. Then, he told him everything: He told him how [member="Oddball"] was always supposed to go to Stygeon, that he had no hand in him being sent to Coruscant. How he only, selfishly wanted the pleasure of being the sole architect of that soldier's agonies. Then, he confessed to a laundry list of imagined crimes, in hopes that he would appease his tormentor.

At the end, he merely crawled to the Hand's feet. He was a hollow, empty space now. "I submit. My life is yours. I obey - command me. Please." His voice was ragged. The Force itself had turned against him within his own being.

[member="Vrag"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Of course the Sith would just handwave the damage being repaired like they always do. Or perhaps they might even say no damage was incurred at all like they usually do. And they most certainly will make up some impossibility for such an assault via a passive-aggressive writing style much like this one--just like they themselves taught the rest of the site to behave in the first place. But this writer was wise to their guile and inconsiderate attitudes and did not care. The Rebels would attack and they would succeed in attacking, even if the Sith writers imposed some unknonwn invincibility modifiers or dredged up a thread from last year saying x and y or pulled out some obscure Wookieepedia article describing an even more obscure power used in an obscure panel of an obscure comic from the early 1990s. They would bomb the Temple, and no one could deny that they did--even if it was handwaved away merely one sarcastic post later.

Not that the sarcasm had not already begun. Apparently the Sith know everything at the onset and have unlimited resources to handle an attack they could not even confirm and risk no political backlash or economic fallout. Entire armies are usually dispatched on a whim to handle unknown threats, all because they are keeping one prisoner in custody--which made one wonder how anyone knew that prisoner was even their target on a world with trillions and trillions of other residents. Because Chiss representatives never fly over Coruscant; the planetary shields are always up for days and prevent any and all traffic from ever entering or exiting the atmosphere all year long; news outlets know and report that the planet is being attacked before the military can even confirm there are ships in the sky. Everything was logical.

Yet none of the Rebels knew of the prison where [member="Oddball"] was located. Because the Sith knew everything before it happened, but enemy spies apparently did not exist. No one had seen the shuttle that carried the Marine in; the prison escorts; all the big bad Sith gathering suspiciously in the very same corrections facility at the very same time.

So, since nothing at all makes sense to know without knowing, then there is only one conclusion to make.

Anyway, Sannika dropped her full payload of proton rockets and torpedoes upon the Sith Temple. Apparently it had point defenses and shields handwaved around it, and interceptors and Z-95 Headhunters (of all things) were being dispatched to attack two of the fastest heavy bombers ever created. But maneuverability was only really a factor if one intended to dogfight. Which was not the case. "Bombs away..." Sannika said with enthusiasm lacking, kind of getting the picture after participating in several threads involving Sith characters that her role would always and forever be voided by boundless space magic. It was the answer to everything when one did not know how to handle anything.

Seeing the carrier approaching with fighters deployed, Rogue Three sighed and suggested they call it a day. "Let's gun it for home, Sharps." Then, turning to face the readers, she glumly commented, "I know I'm breaking the fourth wall, but this thread already broke the barriers of lame a couple pages back."

[member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Engaging: [member="Juwiela Melec"]

Well, it seems like the writers of this skirmish have started breaking the sacred Fourth Wall, but not Setzi Lunelle's writer!

Setzi was very focused on the task at hand which was trying to take down these crafty little starfighters.

Within seconds after the Squad Leader hailed the interlopers, the horizon of Coruscant erupted with explosions as far as the eye could see - from the air and now also coming up from each layer of the heavily populated ecumenopolis. Civilian casualties were inevitable, but the Rebels only had themselves to blame for their blatant attack on the well-protected Sith capital. Since these rogue ships had gotten past the planetary shields, all available defenses had now been activated. Setzi had no idea that it was [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] who had done this, and if she did, she would be enormously proud of him for his actions. And also unknowingly, she was now under his orders as he had commandeered her squadron.

But for now she merely watched as the small group of starfighters defied orders to identify themselves and answered by dropping proton bombs on the Sith Temple, of course met by resistance from the Temple's shield defenses. She heard a female voice over her commlink, presumably the pilot who had deployed the bombs. The Blades broke formation, and half of them went in towards the other Rebel ships, firing with repeating cannons.

Checking her scanner, Setzi's targeting system locked onto the Nevermore that had sent the temple bombs to crash against the shield, and instead of moving in hard and fast as anger told her to, she slowed to a crawl, and kept the other ship in her cross-hairs for a heartbeat or two. Reaching out with the Force, she sent the pilot a telepathic message before bombing her into oblivion.

Hopefully it was received. Setzi's tone was mostly cold, but there was a hint of emotion behind the veneer of ice:

If you survive this attack, I want you to surrender. Turn yourself into me, and I'll make sure you aren't harmed.

Setzi wasn't sure she could even make this promise as the Sith were notoriously execution-happy towards traitors, especially impudent anarchists who attacked their headquarters.

Once the target was firmly on lockdown, she released one of the disruptor tornados and sent it on a guided path towards the Rebel terrorist.

 

[Dhasias Vunumera]

Location: Temple
[member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Kneeling down before the Stih Shrine deep within the Temple Dhasias let the cold darkness of the dark side coarse through her veins and fuel her with invigorating power. Tempered excitement flickered within Dhasias, for there was a battle breaking out around the Temple. While Dhasias was a career assassin, combat provided unique opportunities to test her skill set in an environment quite different from normally assassination missions. Alarms blared as Temple security and Sith Guards rushed to their stations as faint whine of the turbo laser turrets and thud of explosions kindled Dhasias's thirst for danger and war.

Breaking her meditation, Dhasias stood up and gaged her surroundings. The Temple was mostly empty. Although Dhasias wanted to stay and admire the ornate banners and decorations depicting the Dark Side and One Sith, he duties called her elsewhere. Opening her tactical datapad, Dhasias looked at it to see where the Temple needed her the most. Her datapad showed a hologram of Rebel forces deploying in the upper levels of the Temple near the towers. How many and what type of enemy it didn't say, although Dhasias was sure it had to be commandos meant to execute a quick Direct Action mission against the Temple then retreat to mask the prison break of the soldier OddBall.

Activating her comlink, Dhasias contacted Agent Reyal and told him to rendezvous at the Temple's upper levels.

Then she sprinted toward the nearest turbolift.

 

[Shaddi]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rS7nw3FVvY[/media]​

Location: The Sith temple on corucsant
Enemies: The Rebels.

As sirens blared in the temple, T'zanith snapped out of his deep meditation, several objects that had previously been floating around him fell to the ground as the Acolyte stood up. He walked out to a nearby balcony and immediately regretted it as he saw [member="Sannika Brynn"]'s fighter come along and drop it's payload. With dread dawning on him he turned around and started to run into the temple again. "Chit, chit, chit!" He screamed as the bombs dropped and the shock wave threw him deep into the temple hitting a wall enough to cause it to crack.
He fell down and coughed up blood, his ribs were cracked and pain shot through his entire body. "What am I a punching bag!" He mumbled as his mind went through the punishment he had taken over the passed few weeks and months. He stood up and growled as he stood up and stumbled forwards. That was it he had snapped he was no longer the apathetic young man he was when he had entered the Temple at first now he wanted power and now he knew were he would direct that rage and power. He would make it his life's work to end the Rebel alliance completely and so wholly that no one else would even think of even attempting to build another alliance of the same kind as the Rebels one's would.
He left the temple holding onto his side noticing another Acolyte coming out of a turbolift, he didn't know [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] was but he knew she was an acolyte due to him seeing her in the force. "I take it I'm not the only one wanting to end these Rebel insects from the very ether of the galaxy?" He asked with a smile though a trickle of blood leaked down the left corner of his mouth as most of his focus went into trying to knit himself back together with the force.

 

[Mythos]

"Damn!" Animus cursed as the Bombers flew out of reach. The Headhunter was not meant to chase, it's speed was outdated but it's armament had been modified to be modern. With his eyes of the physical he scanned around "Damn rebel cowards! Afraid of a dogfight eh? Fine!" Animus grumbled as he banked the headhunter high.
The Headhunter could not outrun the ships, but he could damn sure flank them if he was on higher ground.
"R-6 full power to thrusters, these bastards are not getting away from me a second time!" Animus growled in frustration.
*R-6 beeped in accordance* as the modulated thrusters of the headhunter sent it into a vertical climb.
Animus pushed the joystick north east as far as it could possibly bank and shut off the thrusters.
The headhunter executed a still turn of 190 degrees near the Atmospheric core of Coruscant. Animus Punched the Thrusters full force using their energy and the energy of entering the cortex of a Planet to double the speed of the Headhunter.
He sped off downwards closing his eyes, in the direction of where he had met the last Nevermore. The Headhunter was entering the atmosphere and the Heat and temperature of the entry cracked the canopy and scorched R-6.
Animus' ship looked like a comet, entering the Combat Air over Coruscant. His force sight limited his reactions, but he got a bead on the Nevermore's pilots Signature.
No Stealth could hide from his eyes... from the eyes of the Spirit.
R-6 was on fire, burning, but he still made systems lock before the fire of the Atmospheric entry fried every single one of his circuits. The very ship started to crack and peel away, steel compartments of the ship burnt away into the Coruscant air by the pressure of the entry, the Headhunter would need repairs...
"Eat Proton Torpedoes rebel SCUM!!! Two MG7-A proton Torpedoes blasted at the Nevermore as animus Banked away for a second pass but he was rocking fast... Too fast.

 

[Dhasias Vunumera]

Unfortunately for Dhasias she hadn't quite regained her sorcery powers from her protracted stasis, but she did remember a healing ritual. Transferring dark healing energy to her fellow Sith, she hoped to speed up his recovery. He looked bruised and battered, although from his flippant remarks she was sure he was used to sustaining that kind of punishment.

"No you're not the only one," Dhasias replied, "although you'll be in no position to help if you keep getting battered like that."

"Dhasias," she offered, reaching out her hand to the fellow Sith. "What-," a loud explosion sent shockwaves through the balcony, nearly knocking Dhasias over. Sounds of blaster fire a few rooms over confirmed Dhasias's suspicion that the Rebel Alliance had sent in a boarding party of commandos.

With her hand still outstretched, Dhasias hoped the Sith would recover quickly. The bombing wasn't going to stop soon, and she needed all the allies she could get to repel the Rebel Assault.

@T'zanith Zebron

 

[Shaddi]

Location: The Sith temple on corucsant
Enemies: The Rebels.

As [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] poured the dark side into his body his pain faded away and he felt his insides knit together faster as his own power added to the process. "Ain't that the truth though in hindsight this is like a training session with my master now that I think about it." He replied before he took her hand and shook it. "T'zanith." He said before he saw the shock wave reached them and he fell back as he then pulled out his lightsaber before falling down on one knee and coughing up the last of of the blood left in his lungs he felt his body was back to it's former state. "You're going to have to teach me that one day." He said as he stood up and moved his hand to help her get back up as he smiled to her.

He could hear the blasters from the commando's and a few were getting closer. "Get ready they are almost here." He said as he turned towards the corridor they would emerge from and ignited his gross guarded saber, it's familiar hum always managing to calm him down when he needed it. The saber had a black core with a red hue around it and all he was missing was phrik alloy to make his saber indestructible in a duel.

 

[Dhasias Vunumera]

Dhasias laughed, this Sith was a refreshingly fun person to work with. Quick wits was a rare trait for a Sith.

"It helps having a long dead ancestor that is the gatekeeper to his own holocron on Forbiden Knowledge," Dhasias retorted in good humor as she unclipped her saberstaff from her belt. Twirling it deftly in her hand, she activated it, emitting two majestic violet blades.

"That talent was more commonplace among our ranks when there was more of my kind walking around," Dhasias made a sly reference to her Pureblood lineage as the chaotic sounds of battle steadily grew louder.

"Reporting for duty Sirs!" A Temple Guard officer yelled as he lead a squad of troopers up to the two Sith.

"Defensive positions now!" Dhasias commanded.

Dhasias used the force to remove a thermal detonator from the Guard's utility belt and hurled it at the opposing wall. A brilliant exposion sent shards of metal flying in all directions. This time Dhasias had time to use the force to deflect the oncoming projectiles.

Through the hole in the wall she could see embattled guards overrun by Rebel Commandos.

"Let's do this,"

Deftly Dhasias hurled her saberstaff in a force throw at the Commandos, her lightsaber a violet disc of death.

@T'zanith Zebron

 

[Shaddi]

Location: The Sith temple on corucsant
Enemies: The Rebels.

T'zanith would probably give [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] a sly little flirtatious remark before he simply whistled at the saberstaff in her hands and then gave a slight tisk at the temple guards coming along. "Guards stay behind us and allow us to cover you from the blaster bolts... but if any of you so much as scratch either of us I'll be... disgruntled to say the least." He said to the guards who all stood at attention right before the explosion hit and T'zanith instinctively made a barrier around his back as he had faced away from it. "Thanks for the heads up." He said to Dhasias jokingly as he watched the guards take up defensive positions.
Outside the hole he saw the saberstaff hurtle through some of the commandos, a pair of them came running through the hole in the wall only to be met with a large torrent of force Lightning that fried them inside their own armors. He walked towards the ensuing battle on the other side with his lightsaber ready. "You'll have to tell me about it sometime." He said turning his head to look at her with a smile before he turned his head forwards and began to block the blaster shots beginning to be fired towards the hole in the wall.

 

[Blane Nightfall]

As soon as the Benefactor gave the command, Blane and the others got out of the transport falling to the temple their "parachutes" would prevent anyone from dying in vain as Blane almost lost contact with the reality in those moments... the few moments when not fear ruled his body but anything else... Compassion, serenity, love, nostalgy, all triggered by a single thing... The wind... the same wind that he felt back on Balmora, the same wind that caught him beside the lake, the wind that seemed whisper him an old tale, a tale of a man yet in the same time of every single one... A too familliar tale. The tale of a knight that lived in a too familiar time, A time when his wnwmies wouldn't call him "Reaper", the time when the knight of the tale was him beside the lake of beautiful blue roses, the scent that he reminded every night before falling asleep. Should Blane be ever captured, he wouldn't break, exactly because of this, because he had something that sith could not take from him, the reason why he joined the rebellion lied withing that memory, a memory that hid many more of the same knight... and the same emotions stronger and stronger every time he remembers again. Only few seconds, that's when everything happened, a simple wind, tat's what it took to trigger this simple memory, with so many emotions following.

He could so easily remember the voice he used to hear beside that lake the song it ued to sing, the sweet beautiful song created by simple words, the words were the reason to why in his familly's eyes he was a Nightfall no more. Rarely were tears seen on his face... to rarely, "Blane Nightfall Does NOT cry!" He would remind himself while looking in the mirror, he cannot regret that either, should anybody know how much pain is hidden behind his jokes and though face maybe thing would be different, better or worse, he was not willing to find out.

"We are touching ground benefactor, such a shame sparky is not here, he could learn something." he said as soon as he and the others got in the temple ready to find Oddball. Blane was more than ready and so was Dasy, his Ysalamari probably couldn't wait to wipe out the smirk from a sith's face.
"Alright men, regroup on me, no heroism, we find Oddball, we get back!"
"But if we find a sith-..." One of the soldiers spoke before being interrupted by Blane "He will crawl back at his master crying like a baby after he found out: Legends NEVER die!"
"Now move, weve got a brother to free and a message to deliver." His voice cut through the soldier's fear like a sharp blade, it was enough to look into Blane's eyes and be sure that he was not going to let anyone behind. That even in the middle of danger, he finds hope.

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Dhasias Vunumera"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Sith Temple​

Enemies: Rebels [member="Blane Nightfall"]​

Allies: [member="T'zanith Zebron"] [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9itwt_opsvQ​

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[member="Oddball"] was an old friend, of sorts. An ally once, and a strong warrior. Surprisingly, it sickened Ferus to watch [member="Matsu Xiangu"] work on such a honorable soldier. So rather than stay, he had left the building to the Temple. The Sith Lord had barely made it inside before the sickening bang of [member="Sannika Brynn"] unenthusiastic payload ripped apart the structure directly behind him.

Soaring was a good example on what happened next to Ferus, and had it not been for a hastily drawn up barrier, the crash into a nearby pillar probably would of killed him, and at least broke bone. But the shell of Force he made kept his figure intact, if bumped. With a groan the Darth would begin to stand, only to find rebel commandos stalking their way through the wreckage. Golden eyes began to flicker red as he fully stood. Two of the soldiers already had there guns pointed for him.

A snap hiss sounded off, but it was not his own blade. A purple staff ripped through the air, tearing apart the two. As the bodies fell, a brow raised on Ferus's surprised face. Who ever owned this blade was deserving of this thanks.

Rather than bring out his blade however, pale hands were brought up instead. His brow knitted with concentration as he reached out into the Force itself. Without warning, all of his enemies within his general vicinity, seen or not, dropped their weaponry. Slowly they were lifted up into the air, each grasping at their throats. There must have been twenty in total, and as they were raised higher, they could clearly see who it was holding them.

There was no smile on Ferus's face, no enjoyment on what was to happen next. His hands raised directly above his head, leaving the troopers in complete view of any within the area, a warning. Finally, a flicker of a smile formed on the edges of the Darth's lips. With a quick pull downwards and a close of his fists, the Force would react violently. A sickening snap filled the air as all of the troopers were folded in half, dead instantly, and crushed into a ball. Dull thuds sounded off as these mutilated corpses hit the ground, and a deep sigh sounded off from the Hand of the Dark Lord.

"Any Sith within my vicinity, come immediately. We're going to exterminate some worms."

 

[Mythos]

Animus was in trouble, the Z-95 was coming down too fast and he had to make a crash landing, something he had only done once in his life.
Moving through the temple he came up as to gain more altitude and shut down the thrusters. Executed a J turn (herbst maneuver) in 4.7 seconds.
Animus laughed aloud because he had broken his record again as the flames and pressure ripped the canopy out leaving only him and his helmet coming down at half speed. He wasn't laughing anymore.
Still too fast.. Animus carried the fighter left and right in a scissors to lower it's speed smathrough through the window of a COruscant building on his way back to the temple where a large walkway to it would serve as his landing ground.
"Cmon baby girl steady!..." The Z-95 crashed into the walkway skidding sparks for 200 meters ripping it's entire lower body apart before halting.
It's metal was as hot as to boil anything on it as the steel of the entire headhunter was red as the sun.
His eyes darted around until he saw what seemed to be... Floating men? His eyes squinted in disbelief. About an entire battalion of men, he could not discern from his vantage point their allegiance so while he stood up, removed his flight helmet and used this Monocular take a look at the insanity, careful not to touch the roof of the Starfighter as it was smoldering hot.
He made them out clearly, with his Special Scout Monocle. Rebel scum, but as he looked upon each one suddenly they all smashed into guts Violently at Once.
Animus' jaw dropped, what madness is this? His face contorted in confusion.
It was then his Wrist Telecommunicator caught the Dark Lord's Message. Animus Laughed Maniacally as he jumped out of the starfighter and dashed towards the steps of the temple through the blasts of a Rebel troop entrenched in the temple blasting them back with his lightsaber.
Animus Dashed and FOrce Jumped over them landing in between them and spun with his lightsaber slashing two in half.
The last tropper aimed and fired upon him, but animus executed a Vaapad Force Strike to punch his throat with enough precision and strength to break his his Adams apple and let him squirm there in agony.
"Specter one, in the Vicinity, ready for extermination"

@T'zanith Zebron [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

 

[Hal Terrano]

Sith Temple

Grim lines set in stone were bathed in the familiar blue hue of a console screen.

Endless lines of basic were read, processed and then absorbed as the pursuit of knowledge always called for. Hal Terrano's transformation from Jedi to man had not changed his craving for understanding, rather, it had opened up an entirely new realm to study.

Knowledge is power.

Irises set in crimson flickered along the screen, jaw set stiffly, steeped in the constant slow boil of rage that consumed the entirety of his conscious existence. A lifetime of suppression had given way to extreme vulnerability in terms of emotion. Everything was felt. A harsh awareness of every notion brought havoc to a head that was once so calm.

The gaze snapped upwards, looking into nothing as rich velvet caressed his ear. Jaw shifted, forwards and then back. Irritating. He could feel it in his stomach, like kindling added to the fire, a surge in his fury at such a notion.

He had been studying.

“Who?” came the short, blunt reply over the comm, a galactic standard from Terrano, no matter what side of the fence he stood on.

In his typically prompt manner he stood, making his way to his doorstep. He bore the standard issue mark of the Sith, black robes with an armourweave underlay beneath, lightsaber clipped at the belt. He was nothing if not simplistic and as he strode through the halls of the temple Hal considered the most efficient way to dispatch the intruders so he could return to his own business.

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[member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Matthew Rei]

After dealing with the man who clearly had the wrong prison, he was lead by two prison wardens to the cell block which contained Oddball. They kept a very close eye on him, but seeing the cane he used to poke the area and the shades he was wearing inside the building lulled them into believing that it wouldn't take much to quell a blind man. And they would be right.

He waited patiently to be cleared to speak with his client. The screams and sounds of man on man domination were becoming quite loud. He wished they would get a room and continue their kinky session elsewhere, because he had a feeling that was why he was being held up.

[member="Trystis Ray"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Oddball"]