Wearing:
Kenobi-Pattern Jedi Armor (Black), Temple Guard Mask (Cortosis-Weave, Black and Red)
Armed With:
High Republic Lightsaber
Raiding Sepulchre in:
Hammer Class Blastboat (Primary Team),
Stock Lambda (Secondary Team)
Accompanying Personnel (Blastboat)
Clan Li-Ves Stormtrooper Corps (10)
Stormtrooper Equipment:
Rifle
Banshee Carbine (6), 5 Reloads, Undermount Shotguns)
Heavy Weapons
Hellpyre (1) (2 Reloads)
Khan Rotary Cannon (3) (1 Reload)
Side Arm:
Witchtaker (All) (7 Reloads)
Ordinance:
Obsolete Grenade Launcher (12 Rounds, 6 High Explosive, 6 40mm Buckshot)
Melee:
MK-1 Psychic Katana
Armor:
Environmental Bastion Armor (Custom Appearance)
Accompanying Personnel (Stock Lambda)
Soldier Biots (20)
Biot Equipment:
Grapple guns, Fusion torches. (All)
DC-15S (15, 4 Reloads) (Undermount Grenade Launcher, 8 Plasma Grenades, 4 Fragmentation Grenades)
CQB Gun (5, 50 Shells, Explosive Buckshot)
Wrist Mounted Flamethrower (All)
Side Arm:
Obsolete Blaster SMG (All)
Ordinance: Proton Charges (3 Each)
Melee:
Energy Blade Type 1
Armor: Armorweave Catsuit
Objective: Raid the Sepulchre
Earlier, Kytrand
It had come to this once more.
This obsession
Darth Solipsis
had with conquering Coruscant
baffled Nathan. Hadn't he tried this before? And didn't his empire still end up completely surrounded both times.
His defeat had been inevitable. Nathan wondered if the monomaniacal obsession with conquering Coruscant was just a sign of insanity. He would be kicked out eventually. He was simply outnumbered.
Plus he had more enemies than the Alliance...
When the Forces of Darth Solipsis arrived on Coruscant,
The Ghost Army of Kytrand would be waiting with horrific surprises.
Nathan watched the Clone Army he had secretly been in command of for years by this point. House Bloodscrawl was a silent helper to the Alliance... whether they wanted it or not.
Vera Mina , his wife, had already had the Baby hidden Off-Site with two of his sisters, close to the border to High Republic Space. She wouldn't be participating this time. If he died, then
Thel Bloodscrawl
,
Draco Miles
, and his newborn son Grendel would still have someone to care for them.
But Nathan
refused to die until he had finally destroyed the Cult and dueled Syd. He would cut his way through any Imperial or Sith to make it back home.
He would have no choice but to rely on Syd to fight on the ground and covertly support the troops so their bond had made itself clear as time went on.
It was unbreakable. Cursed. Two people, one
wound
In the moonlight, Nathan saw the special troops he had selected preparing to depart through a magical trick he had painstakingly devised with his adoptive Mother,
Magdalena Bloodscrawl. A trick that would carry them all the way to the underworks of Coruscant. Small Teams. The larger assault Force would descend from capital ships to engage the enemy in the streets...
"All is in readiness, my Son..." Magdalena announced behind him, in hooded blue robes reminiscent of what she had sometimes wore during the Gulag Plague.
"Does it scare you, Mother?" Nathan asked. "Full scale war."
"My crucible was the Gulag Plague, Nathan. I can hardly remember a time where I wasn't at war, My Son. You should know...you were killing the wicked on my orders."
"The more things change..." Nathan trailed as Magdalena stood beside him.
"...The more they stay the same..." Magdalena finished. "I'm sorry you will never truly know anything but war."
"As long as the people of this galaxy fear death more than they hate tyrants who inflict it, as long as there is someone, somewhere, who is scared of the idea of others being free and choosing their own path in life...then that curse is more
theirs than it will ever be
mine, Mother..." Nathan affirmed. "They
deserve what they tolerate."
"Perhaps..." Magdalena mused. "You will be launching an attack on the Flagship of Solipsis himself?"
"I'm gonna try and reach down its throat and pull its fethin' heart out..." Nathan answered.
(Cutaway of the Terminator shooting up the Police Station)
"Ah. Like the old days..." Magdalena smiled, giggling a bit.
Nathan chuckled right along with her for a few seconds.
"For the Jedi..." he said. "The only relatively sane people left in the room..."
Present...
The battle space had already been firmly established in orbit when he came streaking out of Hyperspace.
He had a payload with him of monsters. Ten were members of his wife's stormtrooper unit, and another twenty were veteran soldier biots (Who all happened to look like female supermodels in skintight reflective golden catsuits because why the feth not at this point)
Nathan was at the controls of the Blastboat, ripping Sith Starfighters out of the sky, flanked by TIE Hunters also piloted by Clan Li-Ves Stormtroopers.
Nathan was plotting an all-out assault on the Sepulcher...his force was only the vanguard, designed to wear down internal defenses.
Troublingly, he found the doors to docking bay six opened. He knew it was bait. A trap.
"Gizka-2, docking bay six is open. Avoid it. Find another docking bay and rip your way into it..." Nathan ordered the Lambda-Class shuttle following his Blastboat.
"Understood." came the female voice of the biot Moira, who diverted off to find another vulnerable entry point that wasn't such an obvious trap, savagely blasting away a Sith Starfighters who opposed her route, weaving through the emplacement guns of the battlecruiser itself.
Nathan entered the bay and IMMEDIATELY opened fired on the bulkheads, killing multiple security teams and destroying a number of combat droids that they had brought, while doing tremendous damage to the rest of the bay itself to prevent enemy starfighters from being able to make use of it, as well as potentially any starfighters that might still have been parked still.
The Blastboat settled down on an undamaged spot, emergency security fields going up to prevent depressurization. But even if they hadn't, the armor of the storm troopers doubled as space suits. As soon as they stepped off, Nathan ordered the pilot droid to take off, as they knew there would be no way to guarantee it could remain intact from enemy forces. Besides, he had one little trick left that his adoptive Mother had coached him on...
Heads on a swivel. Fight your way to engineering. Kill Targets of opportunity." Nathan instructed the white armored stormtroopers with helmets that almost looked Mandalorian.
"At once, Sir Bloodscrawl." The Stormtrooper nodded., directing his team to follow him through one of the holes Nathan blasted open into other passages, stepping over the dead as they did.
Nathan centered himself a moment, before drawing his blade, a lightsaber with a special crystal that shined a dark blue all the way to the core of the blade and went where the Force told him to. As he was drastically outnumbered, he went in with the mindset of kill or be killed.
Besides. They were Imperials. They wanted this planet so bad, they could die for it.
Nathan marched through the passageways deflecting the bolts of dozens of imperial troops, sometimes with his blade, other times with his hand, dashing towards them and using pure Soresu to counter attack his way through, deflecting slashes cutting down soldiers, beheading them, slicing off limbs, telekinesis being used to crush their rifles and slice some of them in half. He was surrounded by dozens and he was still brute forcing his way through with almost nothing but Soresu and his own raw physical and Force Strength. He knew the cameras were watching and didn't want to give away too much.
The confidence of dozens of special forces soldiers began to crumble as his Soresu confounded their best, most sincere attempts to kill him, his blade ripping apart their weapons and crashing through their armor to meet flesh. Nathan, when he let loose, REALLY let loose, was as much of a terror as his own daughter, Laertia had been. Heavy counter-attacks mixed with parries and tight footwork let him dance through solid ammo and blaster bolts. It was outright eerie how he was able to use a primarily defensive style to inflict such casualties. Soon, the soldiers firing on him tried a tactical retreat then a panicked retreat as Nathan seemed to increase in speed to wade through them, with only a few managing to escape into a turbolift before he could kill them as well.
The sounds of igniting red lightsabers drew his attention. He turned, saw no less than four Dark Side Elite, dressed in heavy, alchemized armor that was black like midnight.
"Puppets of Solipsis. Bring me to whoever he left in charge. Now." Nathan demanded.
"You are in no position to demand anything, Jedi. You were a fool to come here--" one of them started to say.
Nathan dragged the one who spoke across the ground with telekinesis while he screamed and struggled, beheading him as he came in range. He saw the body language in the remaining Elite shift suddenly.
He had targeted the most powerful one in that group. And he hadn't been able to escape Nathan's telekinesis. He hadn't been able to put up so much as a
moment of resistance.
"I will ask again. Take me to whoever your boss left in charge." Nathan asked quietly. "Your master has
deceived you into thinking you could be powerful champions of darkness."
"INSOLENT FOOL!" one of them roared casting a rope of lightning that Nathan calmly blocked with his lightning, before using the force and the inherent properties of the crystal in his saber to force the energy into the ceiling above. The lights went out on the deck.
The only thing that was lit was their lightsabers.
Nathan dashed to them faster than they could blink, and the fight was short but vicious, Nathan parrying slashes and stabs into the directions of his opponents as they tried to attack him from multiple angles, only to get in their own way as he parried in such away that they had to avoid each other as well as him. Nathan barely moved, preserving his energy. Neither hate nor malice fueled him as he defended himself.
Where normal Sith were concerned, it was simply business. Like filing paperwork or scrubbing a dish clean. You don't really stop to consider whether the paper deserves to be stapled, whether the bacteria deserves to be scrubbed away by the sponge. You just do it. Because you have to.
Nathan whipped his blade into a heavy deflecting slash that caused one Elite to accidentally slash another through an armor gap, while a secondary deflecting slash from him that swiped away their now desperate follow up attack beheaded all three of the Elites at the same time.
Nathan had never displayed such skill among his fellow Jedi. He normally preferred quiet methods.
Today, The Sith were getting a taste of the sort of Jedi he had been in the Plague era, and before that, the favored Deputy of the Sorceress of Ossus.
He had been at this longer than any of the four he had just slain had been alive.
He tensed, suddenly, sensing a wrongness in the Force.
He had few true connections in the Order, but
Braze
was one of them.
He sensed he was being...muted...controlled somehow. In horror, Nathan realize Braze had been subverted.
Using his own significant strength, Nathan sent him a telepathic message.
Braze, FIGHT IT! You're stronger than the programming! Stronger than the brainwashing! You don't have to listen to it! Nathan spoke to him telepathically.
FIGHT IT, BRAZE! YOU MUST! FOR YOUR SOUL! The Force is stronger than whatever was done to you!
Nathan sent a pulse of light through the Force, hoping it could reach Braze's subverted mind, before he had no choice but to continue on with his own mission, which basically consisted of tearing apart this deck and anybody who got in his way. He would damage the ship as much as possible, kill as many as possible, until whoever was in charge stepped out to oppose him...
Meanwhile....
A pair of strange black
Battlecruisers entered realspace out of the range of the many interdiction fields, but not so far away that the blasts of their guns could not be felt.
They were ancient, dangerous antiques. Legacies of the Bloodscrawl Family in its insane, monomaniacal attempts to create conditions that would prevent the Jedi Order from ever falling, whether their help was wanted or not.
Quadruple range Ion Turbolaser bolts lanced through space at the hull of the Sepulcher from beyond traditional engagement ranges. Their sole target the Battlecruiser of Darth Solipsis. His throne would burn. His armies would bleed. And House Bloodscrawl would stand in the shadows stabbing them all in the gut as much as they could.
Exiting out of hyperspace came multiple multirole and heavy squadrons of The Ghost Army's
Navy Pilot Clones, flying aftermarket Z-95 Clone Headhunters, TIE Avengers and Blade Wing Replicas firing composite laser beams as they screened the approach of the multirole fighters. About forty squadrons had shown to make the journey, ten Multirole Squadrons staying by the Battlecruisers to protect them.
The Lambda containing the Soldier biots had finally breached a hangar door through concentrated fire, and the Biots wrecked the landing bay in front of them much like Nathan had done mostly to put it out of commission as they landed on their own undamaged spot, waving the pilot droid aboard the lambda off as soon as they were all on the wrecked deck,
The Biots began shooting at the security teams immediately, their deadly accuracy and superhuman speed and reflexes quickly massacring the initial response teams.
Moira, the lead biot with tan skin and blond hair tied in a bun, signaled her fellow sisters to split up, ten heading to engineering, another ten with the intent of killing their way to the bridge....
Unlike the stormtroopers, who were mainly focused on killing valuable enemy personnel, The Biots wanted to cripple the ship itself...
