Public Fate of Corulag

[Kohlhaase Gotthard]

A Second Great Hyperspace War Story
The Fate of Corulag

OUTRAGE ON CORULAG!

During a critical vote within the senate on an economic sanctions bill against the 'EMPIRE' the senatorial delegation of Corulag withdrew from the senate in protest of the bill. However with the loss of their voice within the senate has made the common people fly into an uproar and are calling for Senator 'KOHLHAASE GOTTHARD' to step down from his position due to incompetence.

The Sovereign Government of Corulag known as the House of Citizens have refused to recall the senator from his position due to fears of a warmongering senator taking his place. The people are outraged at the government's decision finding it not within the best interests of the people they are supposed to represent. A planet wide protest has turned deadly with government officials being taken hostage and publicly executed on the holonet.

The Corulag Guard has been called in to defend the House of Citizens from the violence but it is a losing battle. The Corulag Militant Wing has amassed a large amount of supporters from the common people with a promise to expunge 'Gotthard' from his position through any means necessary. However a dark shadow hides underneath the Militant Wing in the form of the Renegade Mawite Tribe known as the "TECHNO MAGORUM'

Having blockaded himself within the Corulag Senatorial Palace within the Capital City of Curamelle; Senator Gotthard sends a desperate plea for help.

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[Kohlhaase Gotthard]

The flurry of motion within the Corulag Senatorial Palace sent a shiver down the spine of the Senator of Corulag who had been forced to blockade himself within its iron halls to protect himself from those calling for his head. The House of Citizens was in a similar situation with the Corulag Guard barely holding their own against the well armed supporters of the Corulag Militant Wing.

His protection detail was working around the clock to block windows and seal entrances into the courtyard to prevent them from bursting through. The silence within the room gave him little comfort as his Chief Aide Delo Juun was walking beside him in an attempt to update him on the riots happening planet wide against him. "Have they taken any more districts?" Gotthard asked with a shaken tone. "They have taken the industrial zone and the food centers within the Capital. They are on a direct interception course with the Corulag Guard Station located nearby. It only has about 5,000 Officers compared to the 15,000 militant supporters making their way here to have you're head." Delo Juun replied handing him a datapad to see for himself.

Kohlhaase gripped his cane as a loud glass breaking sound was heard coming from the hallway that they had to take to reach the safest parts of the Senatorial Palace. Flames consumed the carpet and the walls which made passing it more dangerous. They would have to cut through the center garden to reach the safe house now. More than enough space for the Militant Wing to ambush them.

"We don't have much time to waste; Juun. Our lives depend on us reaching that safe house."

Gotthard replied not bothering to look at the datapad which showed his fate already. Tossing it into the roaring fire which consumed the hallway and moving to enter into the courtyard of the building. The Senatorial Guard would accompany him for just a brief moment on their way towards the large doors making up the entrance.

Gotthard prayed to the force to save him from death.

 

[Credit Wizard]

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Thazar Brunt
Sorcerer of the 8th Circle
Lieutenant of the Techno Magorum Tribe

"The Senatorial Palace will fall soon enough."

The Techno Magorum Sorcerer said as he lurked over the edge of an abandoned building nearest to the Corulag Guard Station. The Renegade Mawite Tribe had been working tirelessly to infiltrate the Galactic Alliance and install cultist within its ranks for several months already. The Planet of Corulag just so happen to be the perfect opportunity for the Techno Magorum to begin making headways towards that goal.

It was not hard for them to rally the people towards the Militant Wing since the Current Senator Gotthard was unpopular with the masses due to his move to withdraw the delegation of the planet form the senate over a simple economic sanctions' bill passed. The power of the dark side of the force would only continue to grow on the world until the New Jedi Order or the Galactic Alliance intervened.

Jumping down onto the street with his arcane staff clutched within his hands. The 8th Division of the Militant Wing would soon approach his location; kneeling before him as a servant of their new found god. "My lord; we have pushed into the industrial zone and have secured the capital city's food centers. They will not be able to hold out for much longer." The Commander replied with a sadistic smile upon his face. His eyes in a haze due to the immense power of the Eldritch Entity known as the Great Vortex blessing him. The 8th Division was only armed with clubs and light armor but they would serve as an effective fodder infantry for now until the tribe's monster units arrived to assist in the takeover of the world.

"Very good; breach the outer walls of the Senatorial Palace. Butcher everyone alive." Brunt replied with a simple wave of his hand towards the Commander. The Senatorial Guard would not be enough to hold their advance for the time being. "With pleasure; Lord Brunt." The Commander replied rushing off with the 8th Division with a howl into the street where the battle began to take shape. Blood and Gore ran across the back alley to the major highways. The Corulag Guard fought valiantly but they would fall like the rest.

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[Cyran Vaas]

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Location: Coruscant-> En Route to Corulag
Time: Few Hours Prior
Objective: Muster Bounty Hunters for Impromptu Rescue Mission
Tags: Open

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Cyran sat around a large cantina table with some of his old bounty hunting friends and “co-workers”. All of whom were enthralled by a story he was telling about his recent escapades and currently getting to the end of his story. “So listen, you’re gonna get a kick out of this. I asked her, “Yo Val, is it true you guys steal children?” Oh man you should’ve seen the look on her face!” With that his section of the room lit up with loud hardy laughter. After laughing so hard himself Cyran wiped a tear from his eye. “It was priceless.”

“A shame though you can’t go back, just imagine all the credits to be made tomb raiding there…” A Rodian bounty hunter said rather somberly.

“Yeah I understand that.” Cyran replied, “But even if I wanted to I couldn't. I erased my ship's travel logs to get there and definitely couldn’t retrace my steps from memory. But even then the place was teeming with bad juju, I probably wouldn’t be worth going back even if I knew how to.” With that Cyran finished his beverage. After some bit longer with some chit chat another topic came up.

“Oi fellas, have you heard about Corulag recently? Situation has really spiraled out of control.” A trandoshan bounty hunter chimed in. “The government, or what’s left of it, basically sent out a distress signal. I’d considered going earlier, but there ain’t much I could do. No matter how many credits, my head will surely roll with the senator thereafter.”

Cyran thought about it for a moment, hearing about the situation as well. It seemed rather peculiar to him, and too severe given the circumstances. He wondered if all the unrest was more of a smokescreen or a disguise. He’d once heard of a government that almost got overthrown, a coup was taking place and used the cover of an out of control sports riot and had almost worked. Perhaps there is something similar at play on Corulag.

“Yeah you’re probably right about that, but hear me out now. What if we put all our little heads together and go as a team, a whole company of us bounty hunters. Imagine us swooping in to save the day, just out of the Mantis Syndicate’s playbook. They might not fear their government right now, but they might change their minds if they see a bunch of badass bounty hunter’s show up as cavalry.” Cyran’s words seem to be reaching the others as the nodded in agreement. Individual it would be nigh-suicide, but collectivly they could likely make some serious credits.

“We’ll need more than a full cantina though, I could spread the word out on the holonet for any local guild members. We meet up in orbit and drop ourselves in, we’ll be heroes, and probably get a huge paycheck as well!” Cyran’s words seemed to speak to his fellow freelancers. “Alrighty, but we need to act quickly now, and hop over a few systems to Corulag, fortunately it’s not too far…”

With that Cyran and this new ragtag team of like minded bounty hunters would begin to scramble. Needing to pay their tabs or put it on credit before they headed out to their respective starships. Some taking on a few passengers, Cyran included since he had the space on his light freighter. During the trip they get to work sending out the word, and seeing how much they could muster for a pretty spur of the moment endeavor. It wasn’t every day you got to help save a senator…

 

[Auteme]

Kohlhaase Gotthard Credit Wizard | Cyran Vaas ​

Gotthard prayed to the force to save him from death.

"Our best guess is one hundred thousand rioting in the streets. But, preliminary reports tell us that a portion of them are headed for the Senatorial Palace."

"Senatorial Palace," she snorted, though with far less force than she might have before. Crisis had a habit of taking away prejudice, at least for those who really cared. Auteme cared. Auteme had cared when the Senator of Corulag had withdrawn from the Senate. As was customary -- of the respectable Chancellors -- she was scheduled for a visit to the world to help mend relations and ensure they kept with the Alliance. Dropping into massive public unrest had not been the plan.

But she cared. And the more she looked, the more it seemed there was more going on than what could be seen at a glance.

She fitted the comm device to her ear, making sure it was snug.

"The air is still safe?"

"Yes, Chancellor. We'll be able to get you close enough to the palace."

"All the guards -- the rest of the escort. Deploy them to the House of Citizens. And..."

Perav stared for a moment, then caught onto what Auteme was missing. "News outlets?"

"Yes. Communications are still functional?"

"For the most part. Damage in a few areas, some units destroyed, but otherwise intact."

"Well, get broadcasting, recording. Exclusives. Cameras from the air -- to any reporters brave enough to still be in the city. And, of course, pass it along to the channels off-world. Staggered."

"Yes, Chancellor."

The loading bay doors groaned open, and wind rushed into the hold. Given its proximity to Coruscant, Auteme had deemed the deployment of Alliance One to be unnecessary, something she was now regretting. But, they'd make do. Even far from the front lines, she would remind the Alliance -- and its foes -- what she could do.

The modest diplomatic shuttle floated down, hovering dozen meters above the street, a few blocks from the palace's outer wall. The camera crew behind her, along with her personal contingent of Senate guards, signalled their readiness. Auteme nodded, counted to three, then leapt from the edge.

Wings of ethereal white sprung from her back, and she soared down to the ground. She still landed with a thud. Mist-woven strands at the density she was wearing were heavy things; not graceless, but still weighty. Behind her the shuttle lowered and deployed a squadron of guards. She'd already told them she had little intention of needing their protection, but it was their duty, so they carried it out. The ship above soon flew away, returning to an escorting flight of X-wings.

As soon as she hit the ground, she could feel it. Smell it. The stench of darkness. The Brotherhood. How many minds had they twisted, how many souls bent, how many sacrifices made to reach all the way here? They'd struck deep before, and been pushed back each time. As ever, any crisis would do for them to exploit. The Maw weren't truly here for the Senator, but to throw a whole world into chaos.

Auteme breathed deep, cleansing her own body and mind. Her presence then grew -- no longer did she seem mortal. An ethereal glow surrounded her, radiant to the point of hurting the eyes, and providing a beacon of light to be seen even from miles away. To the citizens of Corulag, a wonder and a hope; to the Maw, a challenge.

Surely, the Chancellor herself was worth diverting a few cultists for. But if not, she'd find them herself.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Nothing like a bit of political upheaval to remind oneself to be mindful of what you say and what you do. After all, who knows how it can be interpreted by others? Compassion can be mistaken for patronising, restraint can be mistaken for weakness.

And what could be considered a principaled stand for one's ideals could be seen as a costly mistake or incompetence. All magnified by what he was fairly certain was Dark Side influence. Taking the somewhat disgruntled and hurt feelings of the citizens and fanning the flames of rage until a more violent form of protest took place.

Honestly, it was getting a bit out of hand. Aaran was all for political protest, power to hte people and all that. But threatening the lives of Government officials who honestly had nothing to dictating policy was a bit much. He'd been running himself all over the damn city pulling people out of burning homes, talking down scared and desperate protestors who just wanted their voice to be heard. Knocking out and detaining those who simply wished to take advantage of the chaos for their own personal gain.

The wonderful thing about having supernaturally enhanced empathy was that he could tell the difference between people who genuinely wanted a better future and were simply getting swept up in the mob mentality and those who were just trying to take advantage of the chaos for personal gain. The latter were easy enough to deal with, the former needed to be talked down.

All while he tried to track down the source of the omnipresent stench that hung over the entire proceeding. But so far it was only whispers in the dark. Whoever it was that was influencing people so far was keeping to the shadows.

He wasn't that worried though. They'd reveal themselves eventually. Slip up to the point where they could be found. They would have to escalate the situation. Because as chaotic as the current situation was, the protestors were unlikely to succeed without proper military support. Not on a world this close to the core, where the Government could request a detachment of Armed Forces to help restore order.

An ethereal glow surrounded her, radiant to the point of hurting the eyes, and providing a beacon of light to be seen even from miles away. To the citizens of Corulag, a wonder and a hope; to the Maw, a challenge.

His head twitched, gaze turning to where he could feel the tremor in the Force radiating outwards from the Chancellor's arrival. Dramatic and flashy, bound to attract attention. Too tempting a target to ignore, even if it was an open challenge. No Sith could resist a chance to test their strength against the leadership of the Alliance.

Their ego wouldn't allow anything else. They could either ignore her and let the skilled and supernaturally persuasive public speaker talk down the angry crowd,. Or they could try to stop her, reveal their hand for the chance to deal a crippling blow to Alliance Morale.

Hell, if he was an evil sorcerer, he'd take that gamble.

Already he was moving, making his way towards the landing zone, presence minimising itself to remain hidden as best he could. He had no doubts in Auteme's ability to defend herself, in fact the sight of her doing so would be a powerful; statement. He was fine sitting back and just dealing with the collateral and making sure whoever was behind this didn't have any other tricks up their sleeve.


Auteme Kohlhaase Gotthard Credit Wizard Cyran Vaas

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Location: Corulag - Curamelle - Plaza Outside the Senatorial Palace
Objective: Protect Everyone's Favorite Nonagenarian Senator
Vibe Check: Neutral

Oceiros of Shor blinks and finds himself here, in this courtyard. The whole place has been trashed. Not by rioters, but by the stampede of panicked interns, adjuncts, and staffers who had fled for their miserable lives through the area already. The fear of those people stuck unseen to the air, a miasma he was unfortunately able to sense.​

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Oh well. Comes with the territory. The mob hadn't come through yet and he sure didn't feel like entering the palace. He meanders aimlessly for a full minute before finding, mercifully, a bench.​

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Oceiros dusts off the seat and settles contentedly into a comfortable sprawl. Good grief, was the road wearing him out lately. But that's how these things go sometimes. He enjoys maybe a moment of respite before his comlink starts buzzing, forcing him to dig through his jacket to find it, then press it to his ear.​

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"Hey," he pauses to listen, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. No rioters. How about you?"​

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Long pause. He listens less than thoughtfully, scratching the beard under his chin. "Mhm. Sounds like a lot."​

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A full company of the Silver Shield Group's finest bucketheads had been deployed to hold the line at Corulag's capitol complex, where the House of Citizens usually convened. An emergency contract, courtesy of one of Corulag's bureaucratic apparatuses. Oceiros doesn't recall which one. It was really only feasible since the Shield had one of their posh campuses located on the planet.​

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"No, he's good. Still in the building," Oceiros cranes his neck to regard the palace, and for the first time notes that flames are licking one of the wings. "I'll be around when he makes a break for it. Relax! It'll be fine. Always is."​

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Can't let the capitol fall. You know, for symbolism. Which meant Oceiros was the only one they felt inclined to pawn senator duty onto. Oceiros bites back a yawn. "Well, as long as the spaceport hasn't…"​

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He trails off, because he hears the whine of engines overhead. Oceiros again strains his neck to look up, just in time to see who-else-but Auteme Denko-fuckin'-Durren drop out of the sky with magic wings on her back. He feels the tremor in the earth from her landing. Oceiros thins his lips as a shuttle lands behind her, disgorging what he imagines are a perfunctory escort of senate guards.​

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"Hey, man, listen, I'll call you back. The Chancellor just fell outta the sky."​

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Whoever he's talking to has just enough time to bark a protest before Oceiros terminates the call, slides the comlink back into his jacket, and watches. He rubs his jaw, debating whether or not to clap.​

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Kohlhaase Gotthard | Auteme | Aaran Tafo​

 

[Credit Wizard]

Kohlhaase Gotthard Oceiros of Shor Cyran Vaas​

Thazar Brunt
Sorcerer of the 8th Circle
Lieutenant of the Techno Magorum Tribe

Lord Thazar Brunt was walking through the streets of the Capital City of Curamelle as the cultist horde fought against the well armed Corulag Guard. Several Blasters pointed in his direction and a hail of laser bolts sprung forth designed to slay him once and for all. Raising his arcane staff within his hand and conjuring a force barrier which made the bolts as harmless to him as a fly to a building. One Guardsman rushed towards him in an attempt to cut him down with his vibroblade but the swift movement of his staff knocked the man down.

Brunt's sadistic smile beneath his hood was more than enough to scare the man into submission. However mercy was no longer on the table for the man as his staff was brought low and his brain splattered across the street to the horror and shock of the other guardsman nearby. His focus was distracted for just a brief moment as Auteme 's light brought hope to the disorganized defenders and seemed to rally them. It was a clear challenge for them to engage her.

"Send word to Lord Brathos to engage the Jedi Chancellor." Brunt commanded to one of his messenger birds which landed upon his shoulder. It was much safer to entrust communications using an old fashion way instead of relying on technology. The bird flew from his shoulder into the atmosphere above the city.

Aaran Tafo

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Brathos Mead
The Butcher of the Rim
Bloodsworn Captain

The reins to his Styrostag Artillery Beast was pulled taunt as the Bloodsworn Warrior gazed down from behind his bloody helmet to the battlefield before him. Axes met with vibroswords in a bloody clash as his beast was moved forward into the thick of the fighting. His beast trampled both friend and foe as his axe was swung from side to side without care nor mercy. Compassion was a weakness to exploit in the name of the Three Avatars. They would reduce the planet of Corulag into another breeding ground for the Maw's Crusade to bring about the rebirth of the galaxy.

Two Guardsman approached him from the side to outflank him and his mount. But they were simply swatted aside by the tail of the monster whose large spikes shredded their armor like paper and carved them into two. His axe was dripping with blood as the messenger bird arrived from the sky and landed upon his armored shoulder. Mead read the message from Lord Brunt that the Jedi Chancellor had arrived. A perfect opportunity for the maw to kill the morale of the alliance in one fell swoop.

"HEAD ME WARRIORS OF THE BLOODSWORN! WE FEAST ON THE BLOOD OF THE CHANCELLOR!"

His voice rang out amongst the warriors on the field who had been consumed by their bloodlust and longing for battle. The reins were pulled as the beast moved in a fiery rampage through building after building in his way. His bloodsworn host behind him like an army of death. Only a few minutes until they arrived at the location of Auteme and her own protection detail. Her light angered him considerably.

"So you are the chancellor; a worm climbing on top of the filth pile." Mead spoke in a blunt manner towards her as he raised his axe in her direction.

Auteme

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Lord Qichol Opus

Corruptor of Faith

General of the Techno Magorum 4th Army

The Techno Magorum had long wished to control the alliance from within through installing cults in planetary governments throughout it's territory. The Planet of Corulag had been the perfect breeding ground to test out the Military Might of the Tribe on unsuspecting planets. Lord Opus was put in charge of securing the planet through any means necessary. A Great Portal had been constructed underneath the Corulag University of Economics to provide its armies with a means to avoid any detection from the Galactic Alliance or the New Jedi Order for the time being.

The 4th Army was pouring forth from the portal as the University had been corrupted by foul sorcery and it's presence could be felt by any force user within the area; it's many students brainwashed into becoming fodder infantry for the tribe's advance through the Capital City of Curamelle. Lord Opus was within the underground protecting the portal for his armies and setting up a command station. In any assault the need for air control was important.

"FLY ICE SCREAMERS; COVER THE SKIES WITH YOUR TERROR!"

Opus shouted at the portal as the vast horde of Ice Screamers of Verin moved through and exited out from the holes within the roof of the University. The great flight of the screamers casted a great shadow like a storm cloud over the capital city as they began to swoop down into the streets to pick off the guardsman one by one.

 

[Kohlhaase Gotthard]

Gotthard stepped into the courtyard of the Senatorial Palace as a bright light from Auteme grabbed his attention. The Force had answered his prayers in the form of the Leader of the Galactic Alliance. His Senatorial Guard followed him down the pathway of the courtyard to reach the underground safe house that few knew about. His servants and aides had already fled the building to avoid being chopped down by the Militant Wing outside his abode.

"We shall make it." Gotthard said confidently towards his Chief Aide Delo Juun as they made it halfway through the courtyard. "I wouldn't jinx fate, Sir." Juun said in a joking manner but his demeanor was serious due to the situation. He was about to respond when a force knocked the wind out of him in the form of a giant club which sent him smashing into a rock within the courtyard. His face bloody from the impact as two War Trolls of Garnash made themselves known. His Senatorial Guard fired at them with their repeating blasters. One War Troll smashed a guardsman head in with just his cybernetic hand. While the other war troll was busy smashing through their ranks with his giant war club which sent men flying into the building around.

"Please...spare..mee." Kohlhaase said in a weak voice as they both approached his location after suffering minor wounds which began to heal due to their regeneration genes. Juun moved himself in front of the senator to protect them both. But they both knew within the back of their mind that they didn't stand a chance opposing them.

It would take a miracle to save them now.

Auteme
Credit Wizard
Aaran Tafo
Oceiros of Shor
Cyran Vaas

 

[Auteme]

Credit Wizard Oceiros of Shor Aaran Tafo Cyran Vaas ​

Auteme didn't make it far before being confronted. The armoured ranks of the Bloodsworn emerged, blocking her path forward. Their rage was palpable; they spat on the floor, just as she moved to clean it. Their bloodlust was held, for a moment, as their leader stepped forward and spoke, firing a simple insult at her, the sort of thing a clever child might say. Normally she wouldn't bother responding -- they were clearly here to kill her -- but the cameras were rolling. A glance back, and she saw a thumbs up from one of her guards. They were rolling. Time to put on a show.

"A worm? You flatter me." She smiled. "A worm is a humble builder, the maker of every foundation, the very earth you stand on and eat from. If I am a worm, then my work has been considerable indeed. I thank you for the complement.

"But, a worm can also be death -- a maggot, eating at a corpse, taking its parts and making new soil for better things to grow on. The Sith are dying. If I am a worm, I will happily consume their remains, and return the strength they have twisted back to the galaxy. You," she pointed, "are nothing but a backlash, a last breath. You will return to the earth soon, and I swear I will heal the destruction you have wrought."

Her hands fell, and from them sprouted ethereal threads, the same as her wings. Her clothes shifted, swirling, expanding, coiling into a growing mound behind her. She'd spent her time building up a stock of strands and enveloping herself in them. The outer protective layers shed themselves, and began to take shape, slithering out from her shadow.

"And, of course, a worm -- a wurm -- is a creature of legend." The coiled form rose; a snout took shape, a long serpentine body, deadly fangs and claws, fluid like water, yet tougher than durasteel. "I'm sure you know of them. Dragons. Beasts of impossible power, deadly cunning, and impervious strength."

She could tell, the bloodlust of the Bloodsworn warriors was barely contained, threatening to spill out at any moment. She smiled coldly.

"Well, I think I can show you a dragon." She clapped her hands together, and an ear-shattering roar came from the creature she had created. It was as tall as the buildings on the street, its scales shimmered like the sea, and its head was the size of a starfighter. Like the terrible beast she had described, it bent forward, soaring towards the ranks of the Bloodsworn, its maw agape, ready to consume them. No matter how vicious or strong, there was a disparity in power between them; between a worm and its dirt.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

As the dragon roared, Aaran sat perched on a nearby building's edge, staring down at the massive display of power. A being of myth and legend conjured out of radiant light. His hand went to his chin as he considered the current situation.

"Yeah, I think she's fine." He murmured, turning away from the approaching monster mash. Let the Chancellor put on a show for the audience, to remind the people that she is war veteran and a powerful mystic in her own right. That just because she was a wonderfully kind and caring person, she was more than capable of personally dealing with any threats against her nation.

As things currently stood, this was not a winnable situation for the Maw, no air support, no heavy armour aside from some weird animals. They'd cause some damage certainly, but as soon as the GADF showed up, they'd be devastated by air support.

Again, his head twitched, going away from the two below sizing each other up, the dramatics about to ensue.

Meanwhile all this was happening, he could feel something else, a tearing in space and time as something was opened. Such a crude, ugly wound in the fabric of reality. Blunt force trauma applied to stich two points of the universe together. Pursing his lips he wondered just what would be the ideal way to deal with this.

He could feel the origin point of the portal, it was not far, he could get there within a matter of minutes. If he could close it, then that was it, the battle was over. The Maw forces would be surrounded by the GADF and taken down.

"Please...spare..mee."

Oh right, there was still that to deal with. The Senator was in danger, the immediate threat to life did take some priority over dealing with future dangers. The Force Surging through his limbs, the Jedi moved, their body flowing like the wind as they dashed across the rooftop towards the threatened politician.

Thank goodness they were still in the courtyard, it made a perfect entrance for a dramatic entrance. Leaping off the roof, the saber at his side pulled from his belt and ignited with a snapping hiss. The Jedi sailed through the air with all the grace of an acrobat, blade plunging downwards directly into the troll's head.

Regenerative as it may be, a blade of plasma to the brain disabled most creatures, and the mighty beast was brought low. Tumbling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing in front of the senator and their aide, throwing up a small cloud of dust as the Jedi stood atop the beast. Sword in one hand, clad in the traditional rainments of the New Jedi Order, sunglasses perched upon his face, hiding his scarred eyes as he stares down the senile old man who poured some fuel on this fire.

"Senator. It would be best if you got to safety." He said, already turning away from the pair to look at the second troll. One hand raised, as a torso sized lump of rubble was fired at the beast currently attempting to smear the senator's guards onto the pavement. "I'll deal with this one. Keep your men with you."

Auteme Credit Wizard Kohlhaase Gotthard

 

[Juun Sekkar]

Coruscant, En Route to Corulag
Tags; Cyran Vaas ​

“Alrighty, but we need to act quickly now, and hop over a few systems to Corulag, fortunately it’s not too far…”

The ears of a green man in the back of the bar tilted up when hearing these words. Juun had been sitting in the bar for some time now. It was one of his few periods of respite from the turmoil of the Coruscant undercity. Still, when talk of rescue and heroics reached his ears, it certainly peaked his interest. The Mirialan had been keeping up with the reports coming in from Corulag. Talks of revolt and cultists, the kind of thing he had set off to fight in the first place.

The rogue knight had only gone rogue because of his perceived softness of the NJO and the GA. If he was to skip out on Corulag, it would make him a hypocrite. Juun was anything but a hypocrite. He had little doubts in his mind that Jedi would be present there. With that, there came weakness. Would they be able to do what must be done to secure the safety of the planet's senator? Knowing how the Jedi tended to operate, the security of the senator may be plausible, but the eradication of whatever dark force was at play was less certain. They had an unhealthy tendency to spare the lives of wicked men. For that reason alone, Juun had to be there. He couldn't miss the opportunity. As the smugglers scrambled to prepare, Juun approached the armored man who had rallied them.

"I'd like to join you," Juun stated bluntly. "I can pay you for air-fare compensation if you're adverse to taking passengers. I just need to be there."

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Kohlhaase Gotthard | Auteme | Aaran Tafo
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Location: Corulag - Curamelle - Plaza Outside the Senatorial Palace
Objective: Protect Everyone's Favorite Nonagenarian Senator
Vibe Check: Neutral-Bad

Oceiros watches, and his mouth can't help but swing open just a little. He has never seen anyone, anywhere, turn into a magic dragon like Denko-Durren just did. Not without assistance from questionable substances, anyway. He gets up quickly.​

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He first thinks he's just going to enjoy the show: but then he sees it. The angry mob heading this way is not, in fact, an angry mob. Because angry mobs are not often led by armored warlords atop massive, salivating warbeasts.​

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Nope. This is wrong. Bad intelligence. Nobody mentioned this was going to turn into a Maw thing. Which means that Oceiros is officially under-equipped and understaffed to be dealing with this.​

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Oh well. Never stopped him before. Just means this has to get wrapped up quicker than usually. He takes his sidearm out from its holster and scurries off. The Chancellor will be fine. Probably. If she wasn't, then he definitely didn't want to be in this part of town for whatever happened next.​

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Gotthard and his party came into view, only to be set upon by more beasts. Massive, cybernetic demi-humanoids with rough skin, splattering senate guards like they were yogurt tubes. Come on, man... ​

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Oceiros is filled with just enough consternation to hesitate. And then a Jedi sailed in from the rooftops, putting a sword through one's skull and batting aside the other with a telekinetically thrown projectile.​

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It's just raining Jedi today. Oceiros whistles sharply to attract the Senator's attention. Or failing that, his aide. He waves them over. "Hey, fellas! This way for evac. Quickly would be good."​

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[Kohlhaase Gotthard]

The Senator had closed his eyes awaiting death's kiss upon his form but that never came instead the loud thud of one of the War Trolls was heard against the courtyard surface. His eyes slammed open with a concerned look on his face wondering if this new friend was a hostile or not. Gotthard saw the victorious form of Aaran Tafo on top of the brute with his plasma blade glowing into it's skull. It would seem that a Jedi Knight or Master had come to save him as a rather large piece of rubble towards the last war troll currently pounding into his troop.

"I believe so; Friend." Senator Gotthard replied to Aaran Tafo standing up with the help of Delo Juun who proudly stood in the face of certain death. He heard a voice call out to them both in the form of Oceiros of Shor as the last remnant of his Senatorial Guard covered him. "I know a underground passage within the city we should be safe there for the time being until the space port is cleared;" Kohlhaase said towards the man who was rescuing him.

Moving out of the courtyard and into the main building again where some fighting between cultist and his guardsman occured at every corridor. Gotthard moved into another hallway into the kitchen and promptly shut the door behind him once his companion made his way inside. Moving the stone oven out of the way and pressing on a stone which opened up a large door.

The War Troll bashed aside a few guardsman with his club when the rubble slammed into his form from Aaran Tafo . He snarled at the man before raising his cybernetic arm and firing a few blast from it; several bolts were aimed directly at him while another was to the floor to unbalance his opponent since he did have some level of intelligence although only just barely.

The War Troll moved in with a thunderous roar and charged ahead like the simple brute that he ultimately was. Swinging the club in an aggressive manner to kill him.

Auteme
Oceiros of Shor
Juun Sekkar
Cyran Vaas
Credit Wizard

 

[Credit Wizard]

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Thazar Brunt
Sorcerer of the 8th Circle
Lieutenant of the Techno Magorum Tribe

Lord Brunt sensed the death of one of the War Trolls that he had sent to eliminate the senator of corulag. However such a thing was not regarded as a failure but as a telling sign that they were eliminated by a jedi or similar force user of moderate to considerate force power. The Militant Wing's 8th Division had made the breach into the Senatorial Palace but they were being bogged down by the Senatorial Guard in a desperate fire fight which took place within the once esteemed halls.

Walking through the battlefield with his arcane staff in his hand as body's covered the ground around him. The Fourth Army underneath Lord Qichol Opus was beginning to arrive as the Ice Screamers of Verin swooped down again and again snatching up guardsman after guardsman from the Corulag Guard Station within the Capital City of Curamelle.

They had managed to overrun the 8th District of the Capital and now controlled over half of the city through the combined might of the Militant Wing's Supporters and the Cultists arriving en mass from the portal beneath the Corulag University of Economics. It was time for the invasion to truly begin. Lightning gathered within his hands and was expunged from his fingertips into a very powerful blast whose kinetic force blasted a fallen building's rubble out of the way of the troops moving forward along the main street.

The House of Citizens was his destination at this time as the Militant Wing's 9th Division had reported heavy losses occurring due to the defenders sheer willpower to defend the government. "It is time to finish the government off in one fell swoop." Brunt said as his force's surged forward into the fight towards the capital district.

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Brathos Mead
The Butcher of the Rim
Bloodsworn Captain

Lord Mead was unimpressed with the Chancellor's attempt to turn his insult into a positive message for the alliance. His Styrosag Artillery Beast was growing restless underneath him and was itching for the battle ahead. His Bloodsworn Host behind him was filled with bloodlust and at his command would rush forward to deal with the chancellor once and for all. His axe would be held within two hands as he responded with a mock laugh towards Auteme

"A worm is still a worm; crushed easily underneath the might of the Three Avatars." Mead spat back before the Jedi Chancellor summoned a dragon onto the battlefield by some strange conjuration. The Bloodsworn loathed tricksters and cheats; they were unworthy to call themselves warriors and were fit only to be the maw's slaves. As the dragon surged forward the bloodsworn host moved to slay the beast or die trying in service of their dark god's. Creating just enough opening for their captain to move uninhabited.

Mead himself kicked his beast into a charge with his armored boot and a tight lash of the reins sent the beast into a frenzy forward. "FOR THE AVATARS!" He shouted into the skies as the pair moved forward to engage with the jedi chancellor. A dark energy soon surrounded the pair as they thundered ahead to lay the alliance's leader low due to a blessing from the avatars. His bloody axe was laid low as he swung with all his might to cleave her in two with his blade.

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Lord Qichol Opus

Corruptor of Faith

General of the Techno Magorum 4th Army

Lord Opus gazed down at the holographic map before him in apparent disinterest. The Corulag Guard was quickly being overwhelmed by the Militant Wing's Supporters and they now controlled over half of the Capital City. However in foolish desperation the last quarters were putting up a fierce resistance which required even greater commitment of the Fourth Army from the portal to emerge on the battlefield. His dark sword was withdraw from it's sheath with a loud metal sound. Pointing the tip of the blade forward as the thunderous sound of marching was heard behind him and the movement of heavy machinery exiting the portal beneath the Corrupted University.

His Fourth Army moved past him in marching speed comprised of the following species Dwarrow ; Skraal ; Blind Horrors of Arimurkhan ; Ologuren ; Mancharunk ; Styrostag Artillery Beast ; Andronius War Boar. Forming a tight rank of solid infantry and beasts to smash through the defending forces in one fell swoop. He didn't send the entire force to engage on the battlefield choosing to send half of his forces instead. This decision was made to have reserve forces within the rear to defend their Headquarters.

Rough numbers would be around 6,000 additional forces added to the fight.

• Dwarrow: [100] [0]
• Skraal [100] [0]
• Blind Horrors [100] [0]
• Ologuren [100] [0]
• Mancharunk [100] [0]
• Styrosag [100] [0]
• Andronius [100] [0]

The Fourth Army moved through the underground entrance way towards the exit of the university of economics once the captain's and commanders were informed of their attack sections. Where they would soon emerge on the street pouring forth like a tide of strength against the already battered defenders. Only the Galactic Alliance Defense Force could defeat him now on the battlefield.

He neglected to send any artillery or vehicle support onto the battlefield at this time. Wanting to save them as a surprise for later battlefields against the alliance.

Auteme
Oceiros of Shor
Juun Sekkar
Cyran Vaas
Aaran Tafo
Kohlhaase Gotthard

 

[Auteme]

Credit Wizard | Aaran Tafo Oceiros of Shor | Cyran Vaas Juun Sekkar ​

The dragon tore through the ranks of the Bloodsworn, swallowing entire squadrons with a single bite. Their blaster bolts bounced harmlessly off its thick scales, heavier weapons found purchase, but every injury was soon repaired, the threads re-weaving to reconstitute the dragon.

As the Bloodsworn captain charged, Auteme weighed her options. This brutish attack wasn't enough to take her down. She could dodge, she could recall the dragon, she could do any number of things -- but the cameras were rolling, and she needed to show her strength. Brute strength was normally not her forte, but from what she could tell, she would be able to outclass any of the Maw's warriors here today.

She planted her feet and raised her right hand. Her clothing thinned as she gathered the threads in her hand. When the red-armored warrior was close enough, the threads burst from her hand, rushing forward like a tidal wave, the force enough to stop him and his mount in their tracks. But this was no water -- instead it stuck like glue to the Bloodsworn and his mount, thickening and thickening to tie them down. Auteme didn't stop, pouring more threads to drown them, until there was enough to form a proper cocoon around them.

Above, hundreds of creatures swarmed across the sky. Things had escalated far beyond the initial reports. She signalled to the guards, then pressed her commlink. "Deploy the Defense Forces. Corulag is the site of a Maw incursion."

She drew a breath, and began to gather more threads.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Sky Above Corulag Capital
Objective: Save Lives, Get Paid
Tag(s): Juun Sekkar

Perking up some from an unfamiliar voice Cyran looked back to see a green man. The zeltron didn’t recognize them as he heard him explain why they need to be there. They didn’t seem like bounty hunters, maybe they had family they needed to get to. Shrugging, some Cyran nodded. “Alright with me, and since I’m already flying a few others to Corulag it’ll be on the house, just don’t interfere with the hunt any and we won’t have any problems.” Cyran replied to the green man.

With that he led what he presumed to be a mirialan to his own ship with a few others coming on board. Making their way to his pink colored corellian light freighter. Boarding the ship Cyran told his astromech co-pilot a quick brief of the plan. Ordering the droid to set a quick course to jump to Corulag. After which he let one of his bounty hunter buddies to start spreading the word to other local bounty hunters what was going down and to be there or be square…

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Some time Later...

Not much longer after Cyran and some of his initial party began to rapidly appear in close orbit of the planet as well as a few that heeded the call. While exiting hyperspace a rodian bounty hunter on the ship with them at the ship’s communications array let Cyran know that others were on the way as well, but they were likely going to be a bit longer. Wondering if they should wait. “No, we need to act now, let the rest of the cavalry trickle in. If the government is overthrown than our paycheck will likely go with it. Unless we wanna become turncoats which I don’t intend to. P4 Take us to the capital!” Cyran ordered his droid as they began to descend into the atmosphere.

Cyran felt like he almost forgot, there was the green guy onboard. Getting up from his seat in the cockpit he left it to find the Mirialan. Once he did he made sure to fill them in so they weren’t dropped off ill prepared. “Ayo Green Giant…” He said, commenting on their height. “We’re gonna be landing in the capital at the nearest space port.” The light freighter shook some from the turbulence of reentry. “So get ready for whatever you got planned when we touch down… Well at least when you guys here touchdown. I’m gonna get a head start.”

After mentioning that it seemed one of the other bounty hunters on the ship overheard that last part. As Cyran made his way to the boarding ramp on the side of the ship. “What do you mean head start?” Wondering if Cyran was gonna split up somehow. As they did the ship quickly began to reach a lower altitude and was no longer a fireball coming in from orbit.

“Oh yeah, I plan on getting in on the action early. I’m under the impression here that every minute counts and we’re probably already pretty late given the travel here. Plus you shouldn’t need to worry, we should be sharing the credits, as novel a concept as they might be for us, now you might wanna step back.” The bounty hunter seemed suspicious on Cyran’s plans, wondering if he was trying to pull a fast one and swoop in to take care of high value targets by himself and get the credit. But Cyran put on his black helmet, and synced up with his droid, who let him know that they were over the capital now.

“I’ll meet back up with y'all after I get a better idea of the situation first hand." He added before pressing some buttons on the wall and lowering the boarding ramp. As the ship depressurized some wind started to flood the vessel. Looking out below the freighter Cyran saw the urban sprawl. Lastly to those watching him he flashed them a thumbs up, quickly followed by a peace sign before jumping out the ship from the boarding ramp and falling to the city below. His jetpack would keep this from being a fatal stunt. After leaping from the ship the boarding ramp closed shortly after.

Peering out to the city surface that was rapidly rushing to meet Cyran, checking around to see where he should land himself.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Kohlhaase Gotthard | Auteme | Aaran Tafo | Cyran Vaas
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Location: Corulag - Curamelle - Plaza Outside the Senatorial Palace -> Departing for Corulag - Curamelle - City Streets
Objective: Protect Everyone's Favorite Nonagenarian Senator
Vibe Check: Neutral

Spaceport, Shmaceport. The whole wide open world was their spaceport! The Brotherhood of the Maw has mutants marching through the streets, so that means they can all dispense with the usual landing-takeoff formalities.​

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Just like the Chancellor did! Oceiros hears something roaring a fair distance behind him, along with the usual clamor of mass violence. He'd like to ask her to call her shuttle back so they could airlift the old man out. Makes things easier. But judging from the ruckus she's busy at the moment.​

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"Sorry, fella, you're flyin' rough," Oceiros blithely informs the Senator. His eyes take a cold, blue hue as his HUD paints him a pretty picture of a jagged path through Curamelle, terminating at a park. Just for him, though. "Silver Shield has an emergency L-Z cordoned off just for you. Few blocks down. We'll take you off this rock from there."​

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And just like someone hit a light-switch, his eyes lose the hue. "Stick close."​

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Oceiros of Shor beckons Kohlhaase and his entourage to follow, and proceeds quickly - but cautiously - through the now-haggard streets of Curamelle.​

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