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

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Financial Trade Center of Coruscant , near prison.
Objective: Change of plans
Allies: The Rebel Alliance (Urban Combat Specialists), and the Coruscanti Resistance. [member="Oddball"], [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"], [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Foes: The One Sith. [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Reverance"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Marcus and his boys had stuffed enough kilos of explosives into these four support beam holes to wipe this entire city block off the face of the planet. However, given the expertise and precision displayed by a team of highly trained demolitions operators, each set of charges was primed and aimed inwards. Between meters of melted metal and their concussion and sequence charges, this thing would topple even if they wanted to remove some of their stuff.

But they didn't. It was perfect this way.

His little squad had already rounded up their gear and bailed. They were instructed to hit and fade, so this was phase two of said operation. They didn't need to stick around to watch their work being completed and they surely didn't want to wait for some hawk-eye of an Imperial soldier to spot them and arrest 'em.

"Someone's coming."

Miranda's voice chirped in his ear just as he noticed it too. Metallic footsteps along with the shouting of distant orders. Something else grunted around the corner and the sounds grew closer and closer, as if an entire squad was running his direction. Marcus grabbed the detonators and stowed them away in his armored rucksack before bringing his CZ-836 assault rifle chambered with an entire magazine of BANG rounds.

A pair of droids rounded the corner in seconds. They spotted him immediately and brought their assault rifles to bear upon him just as Marcus squeezed off five shots, each of them smashing directly into their torsos. The third droid caught him off guard and struck him straight in the chest with a blaster bolt - or would have had Pappy not been wearing his Military Mobility Shield.

 

[Beowoof]

It turns out Sith troops are actually slower than Suka remembered. She hopped along and was able to catch up to the disoriented [member="Oddball"] without much interference, though getting jostled by the flood of escaping convicts brought some pain to her ankle. Adrenaline played its part as well, though. It was fading a bit, but the last of it--plus some nice endorphins released--was enough to help her push on and out of range. The mob of prisoners and covering fire from Red Rover's group kept the Sith at bay long enough.

"I gotcha buddy. Let's get lost." They helped each other along into the back alleys until coming across a pair of Rebel swoop bikers with blacked out ID plates. From there, they were transported into the darker levels below.

They had some hiding to do, and it would probably take all night before anyone could really relocate their comrades and regroup. But after that, they could all celebrate. And count the new armaments the Resistance had ascertained abroad the city world.

Today was not a victory. But it sure brought some hope back for those who looked to the sky and awaited the return of the Republic.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: In his Corsaunt Office
Objective: Who dare disturb my research?!
Enemy: [member="Thane Drexel"] (I choose you, my little Pikachu!)

It was a rare occasion when Lord Sebastian visited Corsaunt, but today, why today? Research of course, it had all the holocrons and datacrons one could ever search for. At this moment he was listening to a Holocron made by Darth Bane. Not the real one of course, but a copy which got the job done. He knew a battle was going on, but he did not put much weight on a few rebels with inferior weaponry. He rather study and pursue knowledge then fight scum as these.


He took notes on the subjects being discussed when he heard the battle, it was background noise until now. It first began with blaster noises, this began to frustrate the Knight. He then heard explosions and this would not do. This was a place of learning, not of barbaric deeds. He stood and turned off the Holocron and grabbed his outer robe to put on. He then grabbed his cane and began walking out. Upon opening his door he was greeted with heat from the explosions. He merely walked through the flames of the hallway which seemed to part and bow like loyal guards and never touching their Master. He continued his slow walk until another HV missile came for him. It was merely another tool of fire. He put up a strong fire barrier ahead of him to catch the misstle, killing many men of the Sith; Pawns. He once again kept walking as he saw the source of the disruptions.

His Aura was that of fear, dressed in it, consumed by it. The One Sith men and women still alive could feel the icy chil in their bones and wanted to flee from it, but instead they stopped firing, trying to hide from the fear filling the room. His eyes, his icy blue eyes, were fixated on the marksman ahead, "Tell me boy, what makes you think you can walk in here and begin a battle in these halls? Are you brain dead? Do you know what these halls hold? Don't bother answering, your answers will not change your fate, only forestall the inevitable."

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Lord Sabastian"]

Thane felt the tingle of darkness behind him. One young Sith was charging and another stood behind calling him out. His words were lost in the chaos of battle, Thane figured them to be usless Sith babble about some superiority complex they all claimed to have. It was just like hearing a broken holo-concerto stuck on a loop. Thane wheeled around and took aim at the younger Sith and fired. The sound of ominous music lingered in the background, like a record was stuck on a loop.

He tumbled backwards after firing and rolled around a corner. The blast, even if blocked by the Sith, would not be something to stand around for. Reloading on the run, Thane found the lift to the hangar and stepped in and pressed the button. Hoping to give himself some space between the Sith, Thane pulled out his flask and took a sip.

"Karking Sith and their music."

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: The Hallways
Objective: so you don't want to play?
Enemy: [member="Thane Drexel"]

Lord Sebastian could not help, but smile. He saw Animus, the acolyte who was everywhere, such spirit. The marksman turn his attention a rocket on Anomus, he was sure he could handle it. He kept following the Marksman and as he walked he spoke to the shadows, "Vade et adfer mihi eum." The shadows responded with no words. He continued heading for the Hanger.

The door to the hanger closed, but the lights castes Shadows and where there are shadows one is never alone. Out off the shadows around him came hissing and movement. Slithering out came snakes, a normal 5 foot long black snakes made from the shadows themselves. Their venom, the Dark Side. Simple creations, but satisfying results. The snakes moved swiftly, almost leaping through the air at the marksman. There were three, a nice number to distract.

Outside the hanger stood Lord Sebastian his cane in front of him and waiting patiently, "It is rude to leave a great out in the hall, have you started dinner without me?" His mouth curved a devilish curve leaving a smile like that of the serpent he was.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: Survive at least.
Allies: [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] [member="Lord Sabastian"]
Enemies: Rebel scum, [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Thane Drexel"]
Location: A great hall blown to bits

Something just snapped inside T'zanith when Blane spoke his last sentence, this was the battlefield Kark it not story time with the rebel mother goose! "Enough of this useless prattle." He growled and raised his arms slowly as fire ignited around him, this fire moved from the air behind him into small tendrils of fire that gathered in front of him and joined in a whirlpool of fire in front of him. He knew that damn Lizards would stop pure force based attacks but what about a flame thrower? This ability was simply the vibration of the molecules in the area around him to create fire which he could then manipulate.
It didn't matter as he sent forth a spiral of fire that split into four large tendrils of fire, two of which headed towards Blane's position in a pincer like attack, while the other two headed straight at his men. Once the tendrils landed on the ground it was like someone had poured water, made of fire, onto the ground as they spread, licked, clawed and devoured anyone and everything that came into contact with them as if it was a horde of angry and hungry beasts.
This did take a lot out of T'zanith and he didn't see another karking rocket being shot his way. Luckily the aim was off as the fire began to engulf the shooter last second but it was enough to send T'zanith into the air and out through a wall in the great hall and he landed just inside the erected shield around the temple. His head was swimming and it took him a small while to figure were he was and which way was up.
Standing up with a wobble he and once his head came back to him he figured out what had happened and why he wasn't a simple stain on the wall instead of having a few bruised ribs and a dislocated arm. It seemed he had instinctively used a weak variant of Force barrier by simply enveloping himself in a shell of telekinetic energy which had helped diminish the damage from bursting through a wall but his head was pounding and his side was on fire, not to mention his hand which he wrapped around a small column and held onto the wrist as he then yanked on his arm to set his shoulder back.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Bring the Heads of Rebels as a Gift to a certain Chiss.
Allies: My brothers of the Sith. [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"]
Enemies: Anything that stands in my way.
Location: Running through what is left of the halls, about 10 yards behind [member="Thane Drexel"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui34XwanYT8


Animus was running with the severed head of a Rebel commando and a lightsaber behind the Rebel who headed for the hangar, suddenly, he saw yet another one of the rockets who literally blew a man in front of him to pieces, Later they would find that man's finger, and arm, everything else, would be charred. Animus had seen first hand what those rockets could do but this time he saw the rocket coming, dropping the head of the enemy commando using slight Telekinesis to push the rocket's trajectory slightly off a few yards away, it landed 20 feet at his left side.

The explosion itself made Animus move to the right to avoid a concussion blast, however the debris and shrapnel of the blast riddled Animus' face and side. Animus laughed in defiance outreaching his arms and with telekinesis bringing back the head of the Commando to his hand.

He raised the Commando's head, his body covered in shrapnel now bleeding, his Golden brown hair now drenched in the blood of Rebels and Terrorists, his face covered in the red mist of blood not his own, the head of the Commando dripping blood down his arm and his boots drenched in skin tissue and dried blood that with every step left a footprint of Gore.

He would not chase [member="Thane Drexel"] however, the halls erupted in blaster fire and Terrorist rebels that attacked Animus, Surrounded he seemed to dance, Juyo to him was like a Dance, Makashi, Ataru, all Dances... of death.

To an Onlooker the sight would be that of a Nightmare, First he threw a rebel and smacked him to the wall before throwing the head of the commando to a blaster shot that exploded the thing into a pink mist that blinded everyone.
Then Juyo, the Dance of Aggression took over, the Blue lightsaber Sliced and diced, Some Commandos' legs were severed others found their Arms amputated, Animus executed a round house flying kick to a Rebels' face, his boot using his nose as Impulse to launch into another Commando, who found himself Split in two.

With every enemy downed, Animus was drenched in more and more blood, laughing as he fought, as Juyo Demanded the Enjoyment of the fight. He dashed in between commandos taking a blast to the shoulder again, this time he remembered a little technique called *Pull and Impale* it was a characteristic of Nimian, a style which was Basic to learn, near impossible to master. Books of Nimian were scattered all over Glee Anselmn Animus considered that one day... he shall master, Nimian like Exar Kun once did, but first, he had to master all the other styles, Nimian demanded a knowledge of them all...

Blade behind him, tilted upwards with his palm he brought the rebel to him (the stance of Nimian) and gracefully placed the lightsaber as a thrust to his chest... with that, another Rebel commando Dead.

Animus was back to the dance of death, deflecting blaster shots and slicing enemies to pieces. His laughter engulfed the shattered halls, truly enjoying every slice he executed, and every blaster shot he could not deflect that slashed him somewhere reminded him that this was no training exercise, "let the rebels remember the Dance of Blood and death! for they shall see it again before their last breath" His tone was medium, engulfed with joyous laughter, a Macabre, twisted voice, for a macabre twisted dance...

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Lord Sebastian"] @T'zanith Zebron [member="Animus Malgus"]

Thane put away his flask as the lift that had all around lighting as all lifts had these days, shadows danced from nowhere and formed small serpents that hissed and lashed out at the Benefactor. Thane didn't dance, not with snakes at least, so there was no fighting these creatures. Instead, Thane popped the hatch that lead out of the lift into the shaft, and ascended away from the snakes. There was a ding as his desired floor was reached.

With that there was a faint mumble of more inaudible words from someone who could only have teleported to the location and clearly forgot their ability to formulate a good punch line would have said. Instead of a verbal retort, Thane slid the barrel of the Whistler into the hatch and fired at the feet of the would be assailant. This particular missile was the magnesium round. Meant for armor piercing, the floor was the armor. The blast radius would be enough to damage the Sith as well as send him a floor below. With that, Thane swung down with the scattershot in hand and chambered. Thane ran for a personal ship and hacked the console, a simple override command, and launched into the skies, his second home.

The ship was a modified Z-95 Headhunter. A clunker from the golden age, but it can fly true. He was sure he had gotten away Scott-free.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Hallway
Objective: Lift? I missed lift, my bad
Enemy: [member="Thane Drexel"]

Lord Sebastian heard the lift leave, but did not pursue, he had no desire to pursue an unworthy opponent who was lose with a cannon. It seemed Sebastian's fear tactics were working as he fired a rocket at a sith who was not there as he could not teleiport....at least not in the traditional sense. Instead he turned to the Hallway where [member="Animus Malgus"] was fighting more rebels, but it was getting out of hand and things were being destroyed. He tapped his cane and out of the flames came decent sized flame serpents that began attacking the rebels and giving them slow painful deaths. As they killed their flames would diminish until the hallway was no longer on fire and the rebels were mostly dead. He sneered at the Acolyte, he had no time for such pointless indevours or letting fights continue longer than they should. He returned to his office to continue his study on Darth Bane.