Invasion How Liberty Dies | GE Invasion of GA held Coruscant Super Hex

[Rannan Kol]

Objective: Subdue Vera Noble
Location: The Jedi Temple - Meditation Chamber​

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The Jedi Temple was immense.

The Biodome. The Archives. Once inside there were so many places to search. Without a working knowledge of the temple it was conceivable that it would take a lengthy amount of time to find someone. The Force was an asset though. With senses extended and awareness spreading finding Vera Noble took only as long as it did for the pathways to reveal themselves.

Sidestepping battles and other opponents the Prophet would eventually reveal himself.

A 'hiss' was heard as the entry wide to her Meditation Chamber slid wide, the Dark Jedi occupying the space that lead out into the corridors of the temple itself. She'd be able to recognize the crimson of his eyes, a telltale sign of many who the darkside had corrupted. They peered into the room, scanning it and stretching themselves out until they focused on the Padawan.

As he focused on Vera he would move across the threshold of the entry way to her chamber, a thin smile touching the corners of his mouth as he remarked...

"Defiance."​

...his words weren't loud, in this case Kol wasn't speaking above a whisper but his voice seemed to amplify and echo throughout the chamber. She'd be able to hear it resound through her mind, across the shell of her psyche unless she made a conscious effort to close herself to it...

"You have that in common with your mother."​

If he suspected she had done anything before his arrival it didn't show. He hadn't made attempts to probe her mind, not yet. Nonetheless his mind spread across a greater expanse than his physical form ever could have, even now tendrils were reaching out to brush against Vera's surface thoughts; those most accessible to anyone who wished to brush against the psyche of another person.

Without another word his form blurred, he hadn't drawn his weapons. Imbued with an unnatural amount of speed that would make it difficult for someone unattuned with the force to perceive his movements let alone track them he'd leapt at her. Arms outstretched as he came at her, reaching to take her by the throat and overwhelm her before she could react...

 

[Xuko Pagoi]

Objective 1: Rescue Younglings
Location: Coruscant, Room of A Thousand Fountains
Gear: Lightsaber, Jedi robes, standard commlink
Tags: Aris Noble Tigris Aphra Valery Noble | Closed
Mentions: Klar

Xuko had been looking forward to the field trip to the Coruscant Temple for weeks, now. He had heard quite a but about its splendor and history from Klar, who had also assured him that the only way to truly appreciate the temple was to experience it for himself. Xuko had even hoped that he could get a private tour from the pretty Codru-Ji; Klar had, after all, trained at this temple and probably knew all kinds of nooks, crannies, and secrets. Instead, he'd been placed with a group of four younglings to watch over and ensure they didn't get into trouble. Apparently, swimming in the Room of a Thousand Fountains had been expressly forbidden since the Tython group's most recent visit. Xuko resolved to ask Klar about that particular story.

Xuko also remembered Klar telling him about the various times the temple had been attacked, defended, sacked, and rebuilt throughout its history. He had sometimes found himself wondering how he would have responded in such historical moments, such as the infamous Order 66, or even during more recent assaults on the temple. Now, as the Force roiled around him and Coruscant writhed in conflict, Xuko realized that he was experiencing that history. The Zabrak felt his blood stirring in anticipation of battle, and the temptation was there to go join the fight and strike back at the Sith who had so brazenly attacked.

Until he felt a tug on his sleeve.

"Xuko, what do we do?" came the small, frightened voice belonging to a Tholothian youngling. She looked on the verge of tears.

Suddenly, Xuko felt way out of his depth. Facing a Sith in combat was one thing. But being responsible for children?

Xuko glanced around the small group, comprised of himself and four tiny younglings, and asked himself WWKD (What Would Klar Do?). She would.... take charge.

"Listen up."

Four pairs of frightened eyes stared up at him, and Xuko realized he'd already had their undivided attention. What next? Xuko's thoughts flicked back to a recent Jedi social event Klar had brought younglings to. Thank the Force, the Jedi were using that same buddy system today,

"Jelly bracelets!" The younglings were well-disciplined, Xuko noted. Four arms raised in the air; two with blue bracelets and two with green.

Then... to see them to safety. Xuko frowned as he realized that he didn't know where a safe rendezvous place was, nor the location of any fellow Jedi. But like a breath of fresh air, he felt Grandmaster Noble's message through the Force. And while the Force was not a strong suit for him, Xuko closed his eyes and did his best to respond. [Grandmaster, I am in the Room of a Thousand Fountains with four younglings. There are two other youngling tour groups out there somewhere. Where should I bring them?]

Hoping that his message had been received, Xuko moved to the nearest door and signaled for the younglings to follow him as quietly as possible; whether or not he'd gotten through, they probably couldn't stay here. One hand on his unlit lightsaber, Xuko prepared to ease open the door to the hallway.

"Xuko, who's your buddy?" It was the Tholothian again.

"I do not need a 'buddy'" Xuko replied. "I will manage on my own." Truth be told, Xuko wouldn't have minded another Jedi to come along and assist. Unless that Jedi was Aris Noble . That, Xuko decided, he could do without.

 

[Loomi]

Coruscant
Tags: Braze , Okuma Milogen

Epo-1, Lushi​

Loomi braced for the shield bash, then made sure she landed properly. It was about then that Braze utilized a flashbang of some kind. The Godoan winced when she suddenly lost her sight, but she didn't falter. Her vision was used to being impaired, and even before she arrived at the Jedi Temple she had learned to use the Force to feel the vibrations of movement around her. Instead of giving her manipulated friend an opening, Loomi moved in to deliver a flurry of blows.

She had relentless momentum and focus. Nothing was going to stop her from getting Braze somewhere safe.

 

[Tobi Sharpe]

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| Location | Jedi Temple, Coruscant​

| Objective | Steal some Data​

| Bounty | [ x ] / Anyone else with a price​

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The air was charged with some sort of exhilirating energy, steady click of boots against the ground as the space cowboy stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the natives of Coruscant. While everyone seemed to be in a panic with the arrival of the Galactic Empire, the wandering gunslinger seemed to find himself in the right place at the wrong time, but at least the chaos would make his job a little easier, or so he thought. ​

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Spurs clicked as the drifter looked down at the puck in his hand - a rather nice bounty was placed on pilfering some data from the Jedi Archives. Was it dangerous? Absolutely, the place was likely swarming with Jedi and Sith and troops from both sides, but a man's gotta eat and bills to pay so here he was. The question was whether Lady Luck would smile upon him or leave him in a ditch.​

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Tobi paused as the puck beeped and chimed, putting it away as he found himself outside the perimeter of the Jedi Archives, hands on his hips as he looked up and around for a way in, the sounds of footsteps from a wandering patrol already being heard nearby.​

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✩ Ace in the Hole ✩
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[Okuma Milogen]

Objective: Bounty - SPLIT assist in Braze defecting from the NJO
(Personal Objective: Infiltrate Jedi Archives)
Location: NJO Temple
Equipment: DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Ultrachrome Vibroblade, Rocket Boots, Cybernetic implants in Bio
Tags: Braze | Loomi

Okuma was accompanying Braze, dressed in temple guard uniform smuggled to him by the young Jedi Knight. A disguise to hide himself and move through the temple with less contest. Finally they could do away with brain storming and plans and act. Finally Okuma might not need to act so slow. Keeping himself and his capabilities at bay.

They were getting close, but a new hurdle made themselves apparent. One of Braze’s friends had approached. Looking over he saw another young and similarly diminutive Jedi who recognized the Ecahni teen. Okuma clenched his fist in nonverbal frustration. He didn’t have time for their personal squabble. He watched as the two began their fight and figured that he was going to need to engage as well to put a quick end to it. Fearing that neither of them wanted to hurt the other it could drag on for a while. He needed to step in. Especially after Braze’s flashy attack. Which had Okuma refelcively turn his head to look away from the aggravating illumination.

After that Okuma finally pulled out a weapon. A simple blaster pistol was drawn from his temple guard disguise and he aimed it at Loomi from behind. She was too focused on Braze, too much tunnel vision trying to save her friend. Too ignorant to see the bigger picture and how he himself was pulling the strings over Braze.

Click

Okuma disengaged the safety on the blaster pistol and without hesitation pulled the trigger. Evoking from the weapon a bright blue ring of energy that’d connect with Loomi from behind and hopefully bring a swift conclusion to her heroics.

“We don’t have time for a prolonged duel with your girlfriend, Braze.” The two of them needed to reach the archives and collect any data they could on Veridia.​

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[Koda Fett]

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BOUNTY HUNTER - JEDI ARCHIVES​

Velis Arden - Zark San Tekka​

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In the end, information can be bought from anyone. Stolen, too. Failing that, beaten out of. Is was up to Velis to determine which method the Mandalorian had pursued in order to discover these access tunnels. She would be sorely disappointed in any attempt at chit-chat with him.​

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Fett began skulking about the Jedi Temple, between the dead bodies of Jedi and Imperials alike; for every Jedi, a dozen Imperials. On the shattered duracrete, remnants of carbon-scoring remained freshly planted. The fighting of smaller forces had taken place here - since come and gone, with only ghosts to spell of what came to be.​

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He came upon second floor entrance of the Jedi Archives. His systems informed him of movement, more than he would have preferred. As it neared, he ducked behind a corner and brought Velis with him. A fresh batch of Jedi to the front, or so their chatter informed, and re-emerged once their stampeding footsteps became distant.​

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"The access port is down there," he pointed from the second floor balcony, set between the various electronic data-shelves. Their access point had been the main terminal in the middle of the room. Such a spot left them vulnerable, though this slicer came recommended.​

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He made way for the stairs, "Before they come back."​

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[Mykel Dawson]

Born too late for deployment to Coruscant...

Born too early for deployment to Coruscant...

Born just in time for deployment to Coruscant!!!

Weeks worth of preparation along the Southern frontier of Alliance space against a projected Sith incursion was thrown right out the window as a perennial nemesis of the Alliance had reared its ugly head once more: Imps. Repackaged in a shiny new wrapper, but still chock full of the same rotten tyrannical filling every Jedi had come to know and despise.

A hasty recall order saw Mykel make a brief pit stop at Tython for reassignment before setting off for Coruscant with a contingent of the Jedi Starfighter Corps. There hadn't even been time to see his family on Coruscul, or even touch down on Coruscant for communion before the Imps came knocking, fleets now encircling the planet like starving Vonrskr.

When was the last time he had seen them? It had been months now, he realized. By the end every holocall, he always promised his parents and siblings that he'd make time to return, right up until the next mission came. Time really did fly.

He had taken them for granted and now he regretted it dearly.

While there had been some probing by clashing forces in orbit, and advance enemy units that had already made it planetside, he could feel that the real fight had yet to begin. His wing remained on standby within the main body of the defending armada, patiently awaiting tasking from Supreme Commander Amelia von Sorenn or his CAG. Among the vast numbers of pilots and combat drones present, the Jedi Aces were relatively few, but their impact could be momentous if carefully deployed, like a hot scalpel to slice right into the shatterpoints of enemy formations. But by the same token, one wrong move could bring wholesale disaster upon their tiny unit.

During this tense lull, Mykel heard a familiar voice filter into his mind:

To all Jedi on Coruscant "To all Jedi on Coruscant, this is Grandmaster Noble." "You are not alone. I feel each of you through the Force. Wherever you stand, wherever you fight, know that we are bound together. If you falter, reach for me, and I will answer." "Stay focused and protect those who cannot protect themselves. And no matter what they throw at us… hold the line." "May the Force be with you."

So the Grandmaster had brought communion to him!

A small smile tugged on the corner his lips as he felt his spirits rise with her warm words of inspiration. While his blood relatives were lightyears away, his new family was right here all around him.

He reached back to her with his own words of comfort, as he was sure Valery now bore some of the heaviest shoulders of them all:

And you can lean on me as well. May the Force be with you always, Grandmaster.

Mykel was no longer a Padawan. Now he too could be a bastion for those in need, even for her.

As he further expanded his perceptions to communicate with Valery, he felt another important bond through the ether and tried reaching out.

Corazona von Ascania ...don't let the gardens all burn down before I get a chance to see them. Be well.

He wish he could stand down there with her. He really wished he could be everywhere honestly, but he was only one man after all. He would have to trust his comrades to do their part, while he would rise as their first line of defense beyond the horizon.

Forces:

Spoiler

Silver Wing, NJO Starfighter Corps

• Strider Squadron
  • Amphrite (Mykel | Hecate - Mobius 1)
  • 3x "Saberhawk" Jedi Starfighter
• Mobius Squadron
  • 4x "Saberhawk" Jedi Starfighter
• Pixy Squadron
  • 4x "Saberhawk " Jedi Starfighter
• Hammer Squadron
  • 4x "Aquillan" Gunship
• Spike Squadron
  • 4x "Aquillan" Gunship
• Raptor Squadron
  • 4x "Aquillan" Gunship

ISR Assets - 1x Sowa Stealth Recon Drone

 

[Prowler II]

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When they reached Coruscant and entered its airspace, descending towards the Jedi Temple. Although the man was far from being among the leadership, this mission was now led by him and Kaleb Sunwalker . Kaleb, being a former Jedi, knew the way and the temple well. Before they landed, the man turned to the others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be landing in just a few moments. Let us not forget our task - to find the path to the Nexus and corrupt it, aiding the Imperial forces and disrupting the Jedi. Kaleb Sunwalker will lead us, as he knows the temple well. Stay close, remain together, and do not let the Jedi disrupt us." he said to the others in a polite tone.

When the dropship landed and the door opened, the man looked at the others once more, then stepped out of the vehicle, his armoured boots clanging metallically against the ground.

"Move, we have no time to waste!" he urged the others, then glanced toward Kaleb, drew his metal blade, and headed toward the temple.

Distant sounds and images of combat flashed before his second sight. His true sight. Though the arkanians elders eyes, physically remained open, they waned and focused on events yet to come. Prowler blinked twice. The focus of a predator igniting again in his visage and just in time for the words of Voldran Molf.

Briefly Prowler inspected the young man and then did the same for Kaleb Sunwalker . A fellow darkside elite and new joiner to the ranks, or atleast he was... with the disappearance of their master, it was rumored that Kaleb spearheaded the efforts of what remained of the empire. The dark empire that was.

Now rises the Galactic Empire.

A sinister, but sweet, smile etched over the elders wrinkled expression. Slowly rising with the assistance of his wooden cane, Prowler grunted and took his time departing the dropship. " The jedi and their temple are not going anywhere. Neither is this war, boy." he grumbled to himself. Taking deliberate steps to follow and slowly tail the group and gather more and more darkside energy into his being.

Other tags: Orran

 

[Flannigan Tagge]

Objective I: King of the Hill
The Imperial Curator vol. 1
Issue #1: Battle for Coruscant w/ Everest Vale ​

Spoiler: Personal Equipment for Engagement

Service Special Small Pistol
ZV2 Compact Pistol
IG-88 Emergency Energy Shield
ZV1-3C Modular Gauntlet Vambraces

One of the challenges of entering a warzone was the risk of debris, and the Curator found himself surrounded by it as the corridor opened up to a turbolift or what was left of one. The formerly pristine lift doors were crumpled inward, their durasteel frames twisted like tinfoil, likely due to a well-placed thermal detonator.

Wires hung from the ceiling like severed veins, sparking occasionally, while fragments of shattered permacrete scattered across the floor. The shaft itself gaped open, a dark abyss where the lift car should have been, its fate uncertain.

Flannigan adjusted his waistcoat with a slight grimace, brushing dust off his sleeves. "How unfortunate," he murmured, gazing into the void. He tapped his comlink. "Imperial Curator to Imperial Central Command, did our demolition teams intend to make the turbolifts inoperable, or is this simply the Jedi's version of home defense?"

Static crackled before a hurried voice responded, "Uh, negative, Lord Curator. Demolition Teams are south of you in the access corridor near the Meditation Gardens. It could be sabotage. Or... perhaps the Jedi rigged it before they retreated?"

"Or maybe our Dark Side associates got a bit too enthusiastic," Flannigan speculated, glancing at the scorch marks on the walls. The acrid smell of ion discharge still hung in the air. He sighed. "No matter. If the lift is out of service, we shall proceed the old-fashioned way."

He carefully stepped over a fallen support beam, his polished boots crunching on shattered transparisteel, and approached the edge of the shaft. A faint draft wafted up from below, bringing with it the distant sounds of battle blaster fire, the occasional thoom of an explosion, and the unmistakable hum of lightsabers clashing.

If the Jedi were still resisting this deep within the Temple, then there was something worth fighting for down there.From his coat, he retrieved a compact ascension cable launcher, its polished chrome shining even in the dim emergency lighting. "One does hate to resort to such inelegant measures..."

The cable pulled him deeper down the shaft until it abruptly halted, just as the sound of hurried footsteps echoed nearby. Ironically, both he and Everest Vale reached the The Jedi Temple Armory at the exact same time, creating an awkward moment.

"Uh..are you heading up or down? I have an extra cable," he said jumping out of the shaft with a noticeable thud as boots hit the surface of the floor and a gloved finger gently pulled the trigger on the Service Special Small Pistol.
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[Ran Serys]

Wearing: Robes
Tags: Ren Sahar Darth Solipsis Shannic Wulf @Anyone In The Senate Chamber

With her eyes closed and her head down, Ran Serys meditated. Visions of events to come played in her mind like a holofilm. A film warped and distorted by the dark side. There were snippets of Jedi compromising their beliefs during harrowing trials, snippets of soldiers losing their minds and their faith under fire, there were politicians in front of mobs they had betrayed, and agents acting against the truths they had so fervently protected. When the Director Persephone mentioned Darth Solipsis having marched on the Senate, it all made sense. From her spot in the Senate Rotunda's Western Hall, Ran was not seeing the future as it was, but the future as it could be if she did not act, and she would act.

"Solipsis has reached the Senate Building," Ran reached out to Valery Noble through their connection. "His actions are causing ripples in the force." A flash of the future she saw was sent to Valery. "We can change this. We just have to act." She paused and more futures entered her mind. "I will confront him with another. I've seen it. Their image is murky, obscured, but I'm sure to see them soon." She continued steeling herself for the conflict to come. "May the force be with you, Grandmaster Noble, as it will be with me."

Before Ran stood, she reached out in the force one more time, but instead of Valery the message was to Vera Noble . The message was simple and somewhat echoed the one Ran had received. "Survive this." She directed her padawan, and then moved.

Ran sprinted through the halls of the Senate building. Her connection to Valery, and to the other Jedi guided her way. Into the ventilation shafts she went, where the knight climbed up, and up, and up, until she could go up no more. She jumped into an adjacent duct and crouched, following it to its end, and to the ally in her vision, Jedi Matser Renard Fenn.

Ran didn't speak. She didn't need to. The heightened awareness of the Jedi in that moment helped bridge the gap. They would synch. They would steel each other, Ran and Ren. The strength in their numbers. The fact that they would not face the coming danger alone. Instead of words, Ran followed Ren's lead and peaked at the chamber below through the shadowed grate. The chamber's floor opened up as the Chancellor's podium lifted. A thaumaturgic display of the dark side altered the room below as Solipsis and a few important parts of his inner circle came into view. Ran exchanged a look with Ren. It communicated that while Solipsis had allies, Ren and Ran, in theory, had the element of surprise and would use it. When the podium reached its apex, Ran counted down in mind and in concert with Ren.

Three…Two…One...

On one, the grate dropped and the Jedi emerged. Ran's lightsaber, in her hand, ignited a royal blue blade with white light at its center. It was aimed for the self proclaimed Sith'ari.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Ritual Armor

Armed With: High Republic Lightsaber

Objective: 1 & 2

Covertly Commanding: Ghost Army of Kytrand

Interior Rotunda Assault: Clone Siege Troopers

Spoiler

Number of squads: 20

Number in Squad (14)

Ranged:

SX-21 (Commanders Only)


Heavy: CR-1 Blaster Cannon (Everyone Below Commander, 10 reloads

Entered under Rotunda With: Impeding Assault Tanks

Ordnance

Class A Thermal Detonator

Armor:

Heavy Exoskeleton (Custom Appearance) + Energy Shield


Exterior Rotunda Assault Ground Squad

Squad Layout:

Squad Number: 40

Numbers in each Squad: 15

SX-21 (Commanders Only)

Chaingun (10 squad members)

Reciprocating Quad Blaster Cannon (10 Squad Members

Vehicles

Tanks

Impeding Assault Tanks

Assault Tank

Super Heavy Walker Squads: 10

SPMA

Tanks

RX-200 Falchion

Gunships:

Republic Gunship

Support:

Heavy Artillery Gun

B2 Super Rocket Trooper (5 Per Vehicle Escort)

Ordnance

Class A Thermal Detonator

Armor:

Heavy Exoskeleton (Custom Appearance) + Energy Shield

Equipment: Heavy Ammo Belt

Counter-Assault Force ( Exterior and Rotunda) (Clone Offense Troopers)

Spoiler

Squad Numbers: 100

Numbers per Squad: (20)

Ranged:

DC-15A (Commanders Only)

DC-15S (All Other Squad Members , 3 reloads)

15S Under barrel Attachment: 12 Gauge Shotgun (Pump Action, four rounds in tube)

Reserve shot shells (25)

Shot shell type: Explosive Buckshot

Ordinance:

Seeker Rail Detonator (4 Reloads, All Squad Members)

Armor:

Phase I Clone Armor

Vehicles

LAAT

Support:

Assault Battle Droid (1 Per Squad)

Deployed from:

BWE Corporate Heavy Cruiser

Equipment: Heavy Ammo Belt

Temple Defense Force (Clone Defense Troopers and Clone Offense Troopers)

Spoiler

Squad numbers: 70 (Defense Troopers)

Squad Numbers: 30 (Offense Troopers)

Numbers per Squad: 20

Ranged:

DC-15S (Primary Weapon, All Squads)

E-Web (Secondary, Checkpoints only)

Melee:

Echani Vibroblade (Last Resort Weapon)

Ordnance
Obsolete Grenade Launcher (X7 Rounds)

Armor:

Phase I Clone Armor

Vehicles

HAVw A6 Juggernaut, LAAT

Support:

Droideka (One Per Squad, Defensive Positions only)

2-1B Surgical Droid (One per Platoon, Defensive Positions only)

Equipment: Heavy Ammo Belt


Offense Trooper Equipment:

Ranged:

DC-15A (Commanders Only)

DC-15S (All Other Squad Members , 3 reloads)

15S Under barrel Attachment: 12 Gauge Shotgun (Pump Action, four rounds in tube)

Reserve shot shells (25)

Shot shell type: Explosive Buckshot

Ordinance:

Seeker Rail Detonator (4 Reloads, All Squad Members)

Armor:

Phase I Clone Armor

Support:

Assault Battle Droid (1 Per Squad)

Commanding Ground Forces: Clone Force Commanders (2 in charge of each assault Force interior and Exterior)

Embedded in each Assault Force: Clone Ashla Healers (Five per Assault Force)

Embedded in each Squad: Nuetralizer Model 0 (3 Per Squad)

The Ghost Army of Kytrand had not rested since the moment Magdalena had smuggled them here with magic.

They were trying a different strategy this time...

Nathan and Magdalena had worked out that the Senate Rotunda and the Temple would be the most likely targets for all of Solipsis' true efforts. He was likely plotting something horrific as usual And the Ghost Army would have to frustrate every effort of the Sith

So they decided to just concentrate their forces on these locations. Sure, there were other places to defend but these places were being hammered.

Unfortunately, it meant any deniability they once had might well be compromised. There would be too many witnesses this time, in too concentrated an area. Both sides would know for certain after today that an illegal Clone Army was operating in the vastness of Alliance Space, and that there were literally a thousand different places to hide said army in said vastness. The Alliance Military couldn't be everywhere.

And that meant Magdalena herself couldn't be seen anywhere near that army in public. They had to be left to their own devices, though she would support them covertly as best as she was able.

Magdalena had 'just happened' to be visiting the temple as a Jedi Master of The High Republic, though she had acquired citizenship in the Alliance years ago, and had lived quietly in its space for most of that time until Nathan had walked back into her life (Much to her unending joy).

Through out that time, she had been memorizing camera and sensor placements, discreetly marking certain areas with her own heavily light side infused blood (Which would vanish from sight after being applied to a surface), all the while the Clone Troopers that had been smuggled to the underworks prepared, waited for the inevitable assault they knew was coming for the temple, taking ancient routes that would lead them underneath the superstructure, themselves carrying vials of Magdalena's blood to create special markings on large spaces in walls. Runes they had been coached on how to draw.

They had waited until they were committed and well in the midst of fighting the Alliance before sending in the Clones.

An Acclamator Cruiser with an all black hull and no identifying marks had punched through the Sith fleet, aided by the guns of a mysterious black Star Destroyer drawing aggro, using its composite beam weapon to destroy an already damaged Sith Frigate, before turning its efforts to focus on firing on the Sepulchre's fore section, adding another wrinkle to the fight as it launched all Droid Tri-Fighters, two of which saw to its own defense while the rest were sent to assault the smaller guns and Sith Starfighters of opportunity. It would hopefully make it easier for what Gym Halpern was planning.

The Acclamator took some hits, not just from the Sith, but from Alliance vessels at first, due to not transmitting an ID signature. However, soon the Alliance vessels had to focus their attention back on the Sith fleet, while the shadow of the black Acclamator darkened the skies above the temple as it's point defense guns rained fire on Sith troops and materials, ion cannons firing on enemy artillery.

Magdalena, who had been visiting, knew it was time to act. Her Lightsaber, made by her adopted son, flashed on as the currently young looking Force Spawn removed her Jedi robes, revealing her enchanted body armor, and waited, sensing the Dark side everywhere.

Then she whispered a chant in an ancient language, and the blood runes she had applied glowed, opening a portal in each area they had been applied, so the Clone Defense Troopers and Offense Troopers could move through them from the bowels of the underworks running underneath the temple.

Some of the Dark Side Elite got surprised within seconds, The Offense Troopers expertly pulling what they referred to as a "Sixty-Sixing"... surrounding Elites they ran into from all sides and shooting them dead, their expert marksmanship ripping into gaps in imperial armor as they poured in on every level of the temple Magdalena had visited...which was pretty much all of them, and into different sections.

Magdalena herself began hunting Imperials and Dark Side Elite's through the halls of the temple, her fingers letting off ropes of Electric Judgement, the green streams of energy killing some Dark Side Users instantly as she went through the hall, careful to avoid the Clone Defense Troopers to avoid any witnesses getting the idea that she was leading or commanding them in any way, making a show of guarding with her Lightsaber in a Niman guard as a squad passed by, who backed off, pointing their carbines at her also to avoid looking friendly to her before running off to engage more Imperials.

Magdalena resumed her hunt, soon encountering and killing an Elite with a burst of Force Light from her jaw, which stretched freakishly and unnaturally to give the female Elite as large and as powerful a burst as possible. The Elite screamed from the exposure, burning to ash as Magdalena passed by without a second thought in her hunt. Clone Defense Troopers began to set up positions to choke off the Sith advance, fanatically holding out as long as they could just to give Knights and Padawans, who knew full well there was no time to question the Clones, to flee to other escape routes.

Meanwhile, on the exterior, the situation was getting steadily worse as the Acclamator Launched every LAAT containing special mixed squads of Clone Offense Troopers to the temple exterior, a few being shot down, but many more landing and depositing their load of pissed off Aquaman Daddies who opened fire, aided by Nuetralizer Model 0 's wearing, for some reason, cowboy hats , and armed with light machine guns where most of the ammo was back pack mounted.

The clones attacked the imperial forces from within and without the temple, Squads ambushing the Indomitus Legion that was assaulting the shield wall of Thurion Heavenshield and Caltin Vanagor would almost certainly sense and see their sudden approach. They began to draw fire away from street militias and into themselves, the Model 0's killing opponents with very short, precise bursts of their machine guns. Clone Force Commanders would engage Imperials with Vibroswords and the Force, the heavily modified Fett Clones getting into duels and cutting down the weaker Dark Siders, or luring the stronger ones to traps made by defense clones who were setting up barricades and makeshift traps with their grenade rounds. The Force Commanders outside would direct troop movements, doing their best to avoid Alliance Military and risking a shootout.

"Howdy there, pardner..." One Model 0 named Elliot said as he approached a wounded Legionnaire bleeding out in the street.

"The Clone Wars say Hi..." Elliot drawled in his folksy old lawman voice as he killed the wounded soldier with machine gun fire.

Nearby, his Clone Offense Trooper Squad Leader, OT-710 directed his clone squad around an Elite savagely cutting down other clones in the streets. The Elite was rapidly surrounded and pelted with blaster fire on full auto, going down in seconds.

"Why does that work so good on them?!" one Fett Clone exclaimed in baffled astonishment as the Elite was shot a few more times just to be certain.

Elliot, more than a little unstable due to being a revolutionary cyborg conversion, happily explained it.

"It's 'cause they ain't got plot armor, son. Their NPC'S, made to be shot...just like you and me..." Elliot remarked cheerfully.

"I'm starting to understand why you guys got fethin' mothballed..." The Clone replied grumpily before hefting his rifle.

Elliot only chuckled at this, hefting his FAE-W-14 LMG.

"Heads on a swivel, cowpokes...I done reckon that won't be the last of Solipsis' ranch hands we gotta send to that big 'ol Sith Temple in the Sky..."

"Okay, what the feth was Laertia Io thinking, programming you to speak like that?" OT-710 asked.

"Eh, that Cattle Baroness was one sick puppy.
A few horses short of a full stable if you catch my drift..." Elliot answered straightening his white cowboy hat out. "Comes with the territory. Plenty of outlaws in these here parts anyway..."

That much was true. The Clone Army assaulting the Sith was totally illegal, and they were under just as much risk right now being shot at by Alliance Military as they were the Sith, but it was a risk worth taking to stop the Sith from getting Coruscant.

OT-710 ordered his squad to move through the streets to the temple, engaging Targets of opportunity, as LAAT 's from above fired missiles and beam turrets from above, Ion Cannon blasts from above blacking out or outright destroying imperials and their more sensitive electronics.

Meanwhile...

Floors in the base of the Senate Rotunda erupted as the Impeding Assault Tanks of the Clone Siege Troopers burst in from beneath, surprising the imperial invaders nearby as its blaster weapons and sheer size and speed killed the Imperials nearby, a similar scene repeating in the streets outside the Rotunda as Clone Siege Troopers erupted from the ground, supplemented by more squads of Clone Offense Troopers arriving and beginning an aerial assault with their continuous beam laser turrets on their gunships.

The Siege Troopers poured out of the Tanks in the Rotunda armed to the teeth with CR-1 Blaster Cannons which functioned like giant energy shotguns as they immediately went on the hunt, both to kill Sith, Imperials and extract technically friendly personnel to the tunnels they had made.

Two Elites rushing to the sounds had giant scattergun fire poured on them, shredding them apart as the Siege Clones, far more pitiless than even the rest of the Illegal Ghost Army rushed past them, taking fire as they continued to engage targets at will.

Some fell, but The Siege Troopers were bitterly determined to inflict massive casualties and they pressed on, drawing as much attention as they could away from the Alliance personnel still in the building...

But honestly, they really wanted to kill as many of the Dark Lord's servants as possible. It was kind of what they were made for...

As they advanced, they began singing a mysterious anthem .

Everybody gangsta until the Fett Clones start to spit bars. Common Knowledge.

Imperius Indomitus

Rannan Kol

Flannigan Tagge

Xuko Pagoi

Ran Serys

Vaegon Dolmyrian

Damian du Couteau

Orran

Kael Dane

Tigris Aphra

Vera Noble

Valery Noble

Connel Vanagor

Silas Westgard

Everest Vale

Rikuan

Domaric Mordane

Da'Razel

Zark San Tekka

Drystan Creed

Remus Adair

Klar

Loomi

Mykel Dawson

Prowler II

Voldran Molf

Koyi Freetaa

Abraxas Colt

Artam Macek

Balun Dashiell

Ren

DT-7747

Wymar

Koda Fett

Katherine Holt

Sahar

UNDEAD Aron Gowrie

Vireth

Velis Arden

Mauve du Vain

Okuma Milogen

Tobi Sharpe

 

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

​

Objective: Infiltrate New Jedi Order Temple, corrupt Sith Shrine at the heart of Jedi Temple.

DSE Infiltration Team: Voldran Molf Prowler II Orran

GA: New Jedi Order

The Force was at work here in the heart of the Galaxy. Fate had sought fit to step in and bring Kaleb Sunwalker back into the fold, he sat uncomfortably on the drop ship as he recognized faces both old and new. Never did Sunwalker ever imagine himself returning to Coruscant, but after the collapse of the Dark Empire and the chaos of despots and warlords, the fallen Jedi thought life of a mercenary was fit enough for him, however it seemed the Force itself had other plans, for whispers clung to the air of Solipsis return, purposefully did Kaleb avoid being found, but still that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t before long before the Holocron of Darth Solipsis would whisper to him, and then his spies had finally found Kaleb.

“Use the knowledge of the Temple against the Jedi. Use it to the designs of the Emperor and you will be rewarded.”

The spies told him, for Kaleb had felt lost and sought to return to his masters side once more. The Inquisitor stayed in the shadows, largely hidden from the rest of the Elite, for he felt that he needed to prove himself to both his Emperor and that of the Dark Side Elite, even more did Kaleb desire to grow more powerful than that of his brothers and sisters in the dark side, to be more than a mere Dark Jedi.

The orbit above Coruscant was when Kaleb finally made himself known, joining others of the Elite in the operation to enter deep into the Jedi Temple, despite the nervousness of the cold demeanor he displayed among them. Eyes watched with both skepticism and curiosity as the Inquisitor would sit inside of the dropship as it rocked and rumbled on the way through the surface. In the midst of the silence was the roar of TIE fighters, the blasting of lasers and explosions that rocked against the ship. Voldran Molf addressed the team, with the dark eyes of Kaleb remained stoic as the man spoke of Kaleb as the guide to navigate the depths of the Temple, with the man remained quiet his arms crossed within the dark robes of his modified DSE armor.

Through the chaos of the outside could Kaleb see the Temple on the horizon. His eyes narrowed and through his dark orbs came a surge of anger, his orbs flashed yellow as he was reminded of the Temple. First, when his hubris gained the better of him. Breaking into the Bogan Collection and stealing Darth Solipsis Holocron. Then, when he returned once more in hopes of gaining the secrets of the Jedi Archives, facing off against a Jedi Knight, only for him to demented his transformation by bleeding his kyber crystal within the very heart of the Jedi Archives itself.

A fist would clench tightly within his grasp. That day he embraced the dark side fully, but the Jedi had won. Today, absolution and vengeance would be his. Today, he would regain his place as an agent of the Empire and his aspirations to become Sith.

" The jedi and their temple are not going anywhere. Neither is this war, boy."

His pondering was brought back by the words of Prowler who reminded Orran that the Jedi and their temple, nor the War was going anywhere. A dark smile started to form on the edges of the man’s own lips. The Jedi would be too focused on many approaching them from the outside, they wouldn’t think that one of their own would use their own secrets against them. Kaleb followed after them, one by one as he jumped off the dropship, his zeyd-cloth cape would billow from the slight breeze that flowed on through.


The infiltration team stood before the massive ziggurat of the Temple, his eyes marveled at the design, for Kaleb had known the Temple was built right over the original foundations of the Jedi Temple. Much of the skeleton was still the same, despite the constant renovations again and again. As a Jedi Lore Keeper did Kaleb know some unique secrets. He looked over to the infiltration team and gestured with his hand to stick close to the Temple wall.

The dark side aura of dropships flooding in from the outside would be enough cover. “Luckily, the easy part of this will be getting in. Don’t worry, there will be plenty of Jedi inside waiting for us.” Kaleb said sounding more sane than usual. He said as the man would be alongside one of the walls of the Temple.

“The ventilation shafts lead into the maintenance corridors, from there provided the security measures don’t get us, we move on from there to the passageways. If memory serves the tunnels are the skeleton of this temple, should lead us to the shrine in the depths at the central spire. Together we will unleash the full power of Force Vergence.”

He said his hands pressed along the walls of the Temple. His eyes closed, as if he was recalling memories of his days at the temple. His body shimmied along the wall, almost hugging against it, until he looked to the group with a grin. “Here, one of the shafts is here. Remember stick close to one another, there will be all manners of danger that lie before us.” He said as he slowly stepped back. A crimson lightsaber would activate, before slicing through the metal grate of the exhaust shaft.

The crimson blade would deactivate with a hiss, before Kaleb pulled the slice open grate of the exhaust shaft with the Force. “The auras of the others will provide cover for now, we won’t be safe till we get closer to the Shrine.” Kaleb would warn the group, for they all would be vulnerable now that they entered the temple. Traps and security measures, along with the Jedi would be the most troublesome obstacles until they could reach the shrine and unleash its power throughout the Temple.

His form was kept in a crouch as he entered into the ventaliation shaft, they would have to cut across the ventilation to reach the maintenance corridors, from that point could Kaleb lead the group to the hidden passageways and tunnels that run throughout the Temple. The dark frame clung to the narrow passage of the tunnel. They were on the ground level of the Temple, the plan was for them to head deeper below the depths until they could reach Sacred Spire at the heart of the Temple where the Shrine was located. With the dark side shrouding them with the arrival of imperial forces that kept most of the Temples defenders at bay. Sunwalker himself was confident as he slowly moved deeper along the tunnel taking the path that led lower into the depths of the Temple, the dark side acting as a cloak of dark energy that wrapped around them all, but even he wondered if that would be enough with a temple full of Jedi, traps and security measures of all sorts that stood between them, the sacred spire and the heart of darkness at the center of the Temple soon to be reawakened.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Koda Fett //: Velis Arden //: Mauve du Vain //:
//: Attire //:

Click

Allyson sat at her old desk.

Thankfully, it hadn't been thoroughly cleaned out when she walked away from all of this.

Though that was probably because the SIA and the Shadows still hadn't figured out the little trick wall near the supply closet was hiding the actual HQ for the Shadow.

Everything was still in place. Allyson was grateful for that. Well, except for the artisan takeout still sitting in the fridge. That was probably a biohazard by now.

She decided not to test her luck with the mini-fridge.

Her fingers danced over the terminal. The firewalls were intricate, built from her tech expertise and the precision of Mechu Deru. Every bit of data on the machine was wrapped in self-destruct failsafes, ready to wipe the terminal clean if even gently poked the wrong way.

As she began dumping what she deemed irrelevant, the Corellian knelt beside the floor panel and opened up the access port embedded in the office wall.

There was a bounty. Someone was paying top credits for access to the Tython archives. From what she remembered, the Jedi had moved most of their records from Coruscant to Tython after the last siege. But archives were archives—and the buyer wouldn't know the difference.

Allyson whistled softly to herself as she split the wires and began threading a bridge between them. Once connected to a small black device, it began broadcasting a scrambling signal, meant to fry any remote slicer's attempt to breach her firewall protections.

And then came the real trick.

She hovered her hand above the device, channeling through the Force.

Mechu Deru.

The metal shuddered and then obeyed.

With her push, it surged beyond its limits—devouring raw archive data in pulses faster than any slicer without the Force could handle. Chunks of information were shredded, sorted, and redirected to her private black site server.

She pulled her hand back, her influence lingering in the metal like a phantom presence. Standing, she returned to the terminal and loaded her last line of defense: a honeytrap.

Anyone foolish enough to access the archive files without her system would trigger an automatic corruption cascade.

Crypto-shredding. Slow. Irreversible.

If it didn't come from her terminal, it wouldn't last long.

Once the data was secure and uploaded, she set the entire room to detonate. Nothing dramatic—just enough to erase every trace. A signature finish.

She was almost out the door when a quiet alert pinged across the console.

Someone was trying to access a black site—one used for prisoner containment. Allyson tilted her head, considering.

…Curious.

She locked the door behind her and sent out a burst signal across encrypted Shadow channels.

<Locke, en route to the black site. Something's going on.> Drystan Creed

They still trusted her with comm access. That was… cute.

The Corellian smiled faintly—then vanished into the shadows.

Her presence flickered, then disappeared entirely from the Force.

Spoiler: Other Tags

Zaavik Perl Tayiji Meliant

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

CORUSCANT | GALACTIC CITY SPACEPORT | BAY 12
objective uno​

"Remember what you said about things turning to chit?" Tansu asked, looking up at the darkening sky and exhaling heavily through her nose as her lips twisted tight into a frown — in case he'd forgotten, the memory floated between them:

"Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get used to things turning to shit around us without any warning."

"Feelin' any closer to unsurprised today, cowboy?"

It happened just as suddenly as the last time. One moment, the simulated atmosphere of blue skies and manufactured wisps of white clouds; the next, the planetary shield flickered, and in the distance, flashes of red and green signalled the battle swelling in orbit.

This time, the pair was even less prepared — and Tansu didn't have Talin Treicolt by her side. She felt the absence keenly, even more so when surrounded by so many frantic strangers.

The Galactic City Spaceport, usually a hive of orderly chaos, quickly shifted to something tenuously held together by nerves and protocol. Bay Twelve's blast doors were open wide to the Coruscanti skyline—one of the few platforms still held by local port authority. Ships came and went in stuttering rhythm, like panicked breaths. It wouldn't stay stable for long.

Public address systems repeated calm but insistent evacuation orders in Basic and Huttese: <Attention all travellers: Priority evacuation protocols are now in effect. Please remain in assigned sectors until instructed by port personnel.>

Overhead, yellow status lights pulsed across the duracrete walls. They did not flash red. Not yet. Security droids patrolled in trios, guiding ambassadors and civilian travellers toward designated embarkation zones. Port staff handed out route chips and shouted over engine noise.

But when the Phantom Squadron TIEs poured into the skies, blotting out pleasant blue and creamy puffs with evil knolls of black and screaming engines, the light turned red, and any barely-there-control fell apart.

The public address system stuttered, tried again: <Attention all travelers: Priority evacuation protocols...> Failed.

The Galactic City Spaceport, typically a model of civilized efficiency, snapped. People no longer waited in their assigned embarkation zones. Port crew ditched their datapads and started waving ships out by hand, the landing ramps barely sealed on takeoff. Every berth was crammed. Freighters belched heat, pleasure skiffs fired up like they'd never done a proper warm-up in their lives, and mechanics dropped hyrdrospanners and tools with loud clangs to join the rush to get out of the station.

"We gotta help these people get out." Saying it out loud felt superfluous when she could already feel the agreement calcify between them, unspoken, through their bond. "Giddyup."

She launched from her place on the platform — they'd almost been ready to board the sleek cruiser that'd take them off-world to somewhere cerulean and sandy — and vaulted over a low divider, one hand on the hilt at her hip, scanning for anyone in a flight vest.

"Whose Skyhopper is prepped and pointed north?" She shouted. A Duros mechanic raised a hand. She pointed at him, barely slowing in her jaunt to get as many people out and on ships to safety.

"Keep tight to the ecliptic and don't loop—TIEs'll chew you up," she barked. "Burst at the planetary edge, then cut the heat. The Alliance has the line once you're out of atmo. Trust them."

"We don't have clearance! ATC's down, comms are jammed—"

"Ain't matter, pardner. This is an evac, not a customs line. You know how to do it. Fly smart. Fly quiet. Let the Gee-Ay fleet catch you. They know what they're doin'."

____________________________________________________________
OPS: Zantra | GE
ALLIES: Talsin Lota | GA
TIE MENTION: Wymar
____________________________________________________________
​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Coruscant
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Vireth

"I have been called Jair. For years I've been avoiding the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi, but they need me especially the Jedi. I thought I could settle down and live a normal life with you. But I can't...... I thought creating successful businesses and maybe doing local missions and taking on cartels could the warrior within but nothing can satiate it. Fighting is all I know Jair, but instead of giving into despair like I did all those years ago, I'll move forward with a renewed sense of purpose, with vigor and my heart and my mind at ease. I don't fight for myself or for the sake of slaughter. I fight for you, Jayna Ismet-Thio and the baby. Nothing can take that away. I love you Jairdain Ismet-Thio I'll always will."


Jax opened his eyes the first thing he saw was Courscant: The crown jewel of the Galactic Alliance being engulfed by a sea of flame. The screams of Alliance soldier and citizen alike rocked Jax's senses as if they were blows delivered by a Waampa. There were so many disturbances in the Force it felt like the Force itself was crying out. With his black cloak billowing in the wind, Jax stood on top of on one of Courscant's many megatowers. His expression on unchanging.

Many would feel sadness, anger, or a mixture of both. Yet when Jax made his landing on Courscant, he felt serene. Jax felt anger towards the Sith who painted the planet with the blood of the innocent, he felt guilt for not being there for his friends when they spent the past decade continuing to fight while Jax retreated to the far edge of the Galaxy to be with his family. He felt excitement at the chance to finally make a difference, to return to the known Galaxy, stronger and wiser.

But Jax let those feeling pass instead of letting linger into his psyche. Acknowledging the feeling and letting it past was the Jedi way, he remained focused on the Force and on his duty. "And my family." Jax thought.

<Hey Jax!> BB-12 beeped. Jax placed two fingers on his ear listening to BB's beeps on the tiny radio located on the small bones of his ear. <I found the source of the voice! It's near the Senate Tower!>

"Predictable," Jax said. "I see it the Tower a few miles from me. Mind if you clear a path?"

<With pleasure! Frack me I miss killing Sith!>

"Can't say I share the sentiment!" Jax smiled. "But I'm back BB! Let's give these frack heads a warm welcome!"


BB-12 swooped Jax's X-Wing bombing any soldiers on the streets. Jax used the opportunity to leap from the top of the megabuilding falling thousands of feet and using the Force to accelerate his fall. As he got closer to the ground Jax coiled his fist and then slammed it onto the ground, the Force vibration knocking anyone who survived the airstrike into many different directions. Turning on his Lightsaber, Jax then rushed towards the Senate tower cutting down and Sith enemy he saw.

It was good to be back.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

HOW LIBERTY DIES | GALACTIC EMPIRE VS GALACTIC ALLIANCE
LOCATION: Coruscant, The Jedi Temple, Main Entrance Steps
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel, Echo Stone, Lightsaber
INDIRECT ALLIES: Valery Noble [Post #36]
NEARBY ALLIES: Jonyna Si , Caltin Vanagor , Taam Moghul , Thurion Heavenshield , Rikuan , Kael Dane
ENEMIES: Imperius Indomitus , Wymar , Voldran Molf , Rannan Kol , Domaric Mordane , Khronas , Flannigan Tagge , Orran
[Open for direct opposition]

"What in all nine hells is that? That storm ain't natural..." Balun uttered under his breath as he watched from the shelter of the entrance doorway as the lightning plummeted from the sky, violently plunging into the ground and the temple above. The shock of the scene before him, not just the visible descent of the Imperial Armada, but now the very present and visible feeling of the Darkside, accompanied the revelation that a powerful Dark Sider was aiding the Galactic Empire.

Masters Caltin Vanagor and Jonyna Si had moved on ahead towards the steps of the Temple exterior in preparation for the Temple's frontline defence, yet Balun had faltered. He remembered his last time here, fighting in the inner courtyard where the Dark Empire had breached the first lines of defence and filled the Temple walls with enemy forces. Those mental images, Jedi and Imperial Troopers, Dark Jedi and Sith alike, all clashing in open violence, bloodying the sacred grounds of the Jedi Temple. Balun had only been seventeen at the time, but those memories had been burned into his mind, impossible to forget. To let go of. There was something to be said about the effects of war on the young; his father would likely have something to say about it, but now wasn't the time to dwell on such things.

The hammering of explosions, the pitched screaming of blaster fire and the shouting of orders, cries of men and women had grown louder as the sounds of fighting had grown immensely closer, the battle on the doorstep of the Jedi Temple now. Balun Dashiell turned once more, this time with his thumb pressing down against the activation stud of his Lightsaber, activating the amber blade and illuminating the ground around him in a deep, dark orange hue as he moved to join the other Jedi he had come to Coruscant in support of.

He had to push past his fears. Ignore the heightened beating of his chest as the adrenaline of battle felt like it made everything around him hasten tenfold. There were people here who were dying, people at risk of being killed by the Empire's attack. There were young, innocent students living in the Temple, here to learn and to help others in the Galaxy. To serve and to bring aid to those in need. To live a good, decent life. And the Empire had come to kill them. Balun would not allow that; he could not just stand by and do nothing, letting innocent people get hurt if he could otherwise stop it from happening. It wasn't in his nature, and no matter how much he wanted to go on living, doing so at the cost of other innocent people losing their lives wasn't an option.

Imperius Indomitus Legion of Imperial Troopers were the first of the Empire's invasion force that Balun laid eyes upon, followed by the Warmaster himself. Balun hesitated, pausing to question whether he recognised the Imperial Warlord. Although they had met before, outside of battle, and even shared words, he could not physically tell the Warmaster's description from this distance, nor with the Imperial armour that the Warlord had donned into battle. Master Vanagor appeared to be engaging the leader of the Frontline assault, and so Balun took it upon himself to do what he could to take up a supporting role for those around him.

He moved among great Jedi such as Master Thurion Heavenshield , Taam Moghul , Kael Dane , among others, and yet Balun knew none of them beyond their affiliation with the New Jedi Order and the Alliance. That was enough to consider them his second family. With his Lightsaber held in both hands, he strode down the steps with a gradual pace, his eyes on the enemy below while his mind opened to those around him. He listened to the Force and his instincts as he adopted a defensive use of his weapon, deflecting blasterfire away from his peers, prioritising the distance they held for the time being. They had the high ground while the Imperials had to make it to the entrance of the Temple first before they could gain entry. Thus, Balun would do what he could to keep his allies from being shot, while trying not to get in their way at the same time.

I'm sorry if I've missed anyone. Don't hesitate to get in touch with me via Discord or the OOC Thread if you need me. It's been a hectic day, and I felt I needed to get a post out so as not to hold anyone up.

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Alicio Organa]

Old Senate Meeting Chambers, The Rotunda
Coruscant
- Damian du Couteau -
​

This was where he was supposed to be. He could feel it.

He was likely expected to be on Fondor, sequestered in the war room, watching the chaos unfold from the safety of a padded chair, but instead, he worked in a half-tossed office. Three datapads were out on the desk, having just been discarded, in favor of his current task. He'd done what he could, organizing secure ways off-world for what people he could. Alderaanian blockade-runners were no joke, and the Alliance had plenty of practice evacuating Coruscant, by this point.

It was no longer the heart of the Alliance, but it's people were no less worthy of saving.

Now, however, the Chancellor was in the process of fastening shining, songsteel plates to sections of his body. Arms, legs, collar, he attached them with practiced reverence. His cloak was folded neatly on the table behind him, and upon it rested an odd, horned helm. His face was focused, grim, as he prepared himself for battle.

He would give his all. He'd done all he could as a leader, now he had to be a warrior. But first... he had a visitor.

“Your Grace, my Chancellor.”

Alicio turned thoughtfully as Senator du Couteau entered the room, some somber sort of humor lighting his face. It was like him, to worry about budgetary reports while the world was crumbling around them. "Damian. You caught me as I was out the door. Felt like... getting some fresh air." He placed a hand on his helmet, hoping the obvious lie would lighten the mood.

He knew about the upcoming elections on Empress Teta. The news hadn't shocked him, per se- tragedy did not poll well, after all- but he had hoped du Couteau would be able to pull ahead in the end. "I'm sorry to hear that, Senator. You have always been a diligent worker, and an intelligent man. I see it, even if your constituents don't."

 

[CT-312]

//: Koda Fett Velis Arden Zark San Tekka Quinn Varanin Mauve du Vain //:
//: Jedi Temple, Coruscant //:
//: Attire //:
//: WEARING: GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor//:
//: EQUIPMENT: GABB-15 Talon II | GSIA-83 Stinger | AT-SB10 Scatterblaster | AT-SH4 Holdout Blaster //:
//: DROID: AT-XV BATTLE DROID - AT-XV/i (GREY) - CRESH PATTERN //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: Taozin amulet | 1 x Arrow head of Absence //:
//: 2x Ion Grenade | 2x Flash Grenade | 2x Incendiary Grenade | 2x Smoke Grenade //:
//: Objective 1: KING OF THE HILL //:​

CT-312 was surprised at the transfer. ‘Galactic Alliance’...not knowing what that really stood for. The moment she entered, the Scout was thrown into war. Coruscant. She has never been to Coruscant. The briefing said: city planet. But that didn’t prepare CT-312 for the reality. A planet paved in metal. Towers stacked upon towers.

Her usual armor, weathered down camouflaged plating was replaced. Now CT-312 wore the white plating of a GADF soldier. Sterile. Glossed. Too clean. Operating as “Ashe”, she managed to receive access to one of Galactic Alliance’s battle droids. It was different from how she normally operated, but it didn’t change a thing. War was still war. The rules were different. The uniform was different. But the battlefield was the same. Or so she thought. There were specific rules of engagements and handling. None that fitted her protocol and training. But she’d follow. What was considered good? CT-312 scoffed. There was no good in war. Maybe perspective?

Ashe had barely stepped off the transport before Coruscant swallowed her whole. The sky was bleeding. Buildings burned like pyres. Somewhere far above, the shriek of descending capital ships howled.

She walked through smoke and screams as civilians tore past her in all directions. Ashe approached the Temple. Arriving at a slower pace than the rest. It was chaos. Already the Galactic Alliance was clashing with the Galactic Empire. Panic choked the air. Someone bumped her shoulder. As the person glanced back, confused. Why a lone Trooper? What the hell is that behind her? The Galactic Empire Imperial soldiers advanced the street.

Heavy mechanical footsteps crept up slowly behind Ashe.

THUD…THUD…THUD….

“Full send it.” Ashe said flatly through her vocoder. A 13 feet hulking mechanically inevitably, AT-XV Battle Droid slowly advanced. Echoing off the fractured buildings behind her. The droid stopped beside her. Its vocabulator growled. [Acknowledged]

THUD…THUD… as it took a few steps forward. The droid’s armaments all simultaneously lit up in a fleury. Rounds started near. Destroying the speeder ( Koda Fett ) parked by the Temple before trailing down the street chewing through the ground. Carving into the advancing Imperial Troopers. E-Web Blaster Cannons, LJ-Concussion Rifle, and the FA-3 Fletchette Launcher glowed red at the end of the barrels as it continued on firing. A line of scorching fire erupted across the street. THUD. THUD. Slowly advancing.

Ashe didn’t flinch. She began trailing the droid. A body shifted in the rubble, catching her attention in her peripherals. It was a Galactic Empire Trooper. Ashe unholstered the GSIA-83 Stinger, aiming at the gasping Trooper crawling on the ground. Her finger froze from pulling the trigger. Remembering to be good. A sigh escaped through her helmet. ‘Inefficient.’ Ashe waited. Watching. The Trooper’s hands didn’t crawl to escape. Nor surrender. No. Instead the hand slowly and shakily went for the dropped blaster that lay nearby. The moment it touched the weapon. PEW. PEW. Two quiet, efficient shots rang out. Ashe lowered her weapon. This was definitely an interesting concept for CT-312. Different indeed.

A bolt blaster sizzled past Ashe’s helmet from behind. Her HUD flared. Three signatures, flanking from the rear. Pivoting around, her body sank into a combat stance. GABB-15 Talon II raised up. Aiming. A bolt blast hit Ashe in her abdomen. “Ungh–”. The Lionheart Commando Armor assigned held. She felt the sting ripple through her gut. Her stance didn’t falter. Squeezing the trigger, shots sharp and methodical. Three imperials dropped. A few more bolt blasters hit her armor. ‘Annoying.’ Grunting at the sting briefly.

The open ground was a death trap. They had to get inside quick. Being out in the open with no cover was not tactically sound. The larger units outside would be enough to defend.

[CLEAR] the Battle Droid rumbled low. Steam hissed from its canons as Ashe tapped the back of its leg. “Let’s get inside.” As she began to make her way inside the Temple. [Roger]

The sanctum was desecrated. Columns shattered, Jedi and Sith around were fighting. Just like outside. Inside too was mayhem. Space magic being flung around, glow sticks colliding with each other. Bolt blasters flying about. Alliance. Empire. Troopers littered the Temple’s ground.

“Stand by and cover.” …THUD…THUD… The droid took position by Ashe. [Covering] Scanning.

BOOM… BOOM. The battle droid fired a shot occasionally as it tracked any incoming forces. Civilians in the main hall were gone. Probably hiding deeper in the Temple away from this craziness.

A notification on Ashe’s HUD blinked. Her eyes scanned the encrypted message.

<:// BOUNTY NOTICE //:>
<:// Bounty Hunter ID: CT-312 //:>
<:// Location: Coruscant / JEDI TEMPLE //:>
<:// Client: Mauve //:>
<:// Target: The Jedi Temple Archives //:>
<:// Instructions: Acquire Jedi Temple’s Archive during the Galactic Empire and Galactic Alliance conflict. Partial payment for partial information negotiable//:>

Ashe stared at it. Others would’ve received the same. Hunters. Killers. Some might already be in the archives since she arrived later than most. ‘Hmm…’ Secondary objective. The Primary objective remains. Locate and evacuate the civilians inside along with…’Padawans?’.... But, if she had to go deeper into the Temple. Might as well check the archive statues. “Let’s move. Anything that looks hostile at us. Blast it.” Ashe pulled up the map on her HUD. [Acknowledged]

They moved through the inner temple. Climbing toward the second floor. THUD…THUD…THUD… With every step the droid’s massive frame shook the foundations. Drowning out Ashe’s footstep. Echoing throughout the deserted halls and floor. Ashe’s HUD lit up. A single signature. Close. Just ahead, by the stairs.

Ashe raised her hand. Closing her open hand into a fist. The droid froze. Weapons armed and scanning. Ashe spoke. Rifle raised.

“IDENTIFY YOURSELF.”

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Obj 1 "Bounty Hunter" //:
//: Allies: //: CT-312 //: Mauve du Vain //:
//: Enemies: //: Koda Fett //: Velis Arden //:
//: Attire //:

Bounty hunting was something Quinn had always looked down on. But lately, she felt the need to be dangerous. Ever since Kirie 's kidnapping and return, the Princess had realized just how passive she'd been. Maybe that was why her mother, Ashin, had hinted she wasn't fit to lead the Empire.

While Quinn understood that the woman didn't mean it in the way she had taken it, but it haunted the ambitious heir.

The memory made her fists curl, stretching the leather over her knuckles. It was a frustrating detail from the conversation, even if Ashin had tried to smooth it over. Quinn's confidence had been cracked, but she was already working to rebuild it. Like her birth mother, Spencer, she had a stubborn streak. If someone said it couldn't be done, it became an obsession.

She checked her datapad while tucked into a small alcove near the Jedi Temple. Under the cover of war, Quinn could test this new path. The stories of her parents working on the fringes as a flotilla had always fascinated her. Maybe doing something outside her station would help her understand them better. Ashin and Spencer had fought on the ground, while their children inherited the galaxy.

Exhaling slowly, she studied the message from her contact. They were supposed to have met her already. Either they were caught up, or had moved on without her. A glance at her wristwatch made her groan. She was twenty minutes late.

She pursed her lips. Maybe she shouldn't have agonized over which belt matched the outfit.

From now on, she told herself, no more fashion crises.

...Maybe.

The ground shook. The battle for the planet had already begun. Quinn raised her hand, expanding the Force around her as debris rained down from the temple ruins above. A deep breath steadied her as smoke and fire filled the air.

Her knees went weak. She wanted to run. Back to her ship, back to Jutrand, anywhere that felt safe.

She wanted her mama ( Srina Talon ).

Crouching beside the wall, Quinn hid her face in her knees, fingers gripping her ashen hair.

This was a mistake. Why did I think I could do this?

Another explosion shook the building. Her Force bubble snapped back into place, reflexive and immediate. When the tremor passed, she stood—only a sliver of courage returning. If she moved fast, she could get off-world before things got worse.

She stepped back from the temple wall and gave herself a little jump, arms shaking out the tension. A tilt of her head released two satisfying cracks from her neck.

Her hand rose, fingers curling slightly. The Force swirled around her palm as red sparks of electricity flickered to life. In seconds, the Kinetite formed, condensed and volatile. Her eyes scanned the wall until they locked onto the weakest point.

She pulled her arm back and threw the projectile. The ball hit the wall and then exploded, sending shards and dust through the air. Quinn shielded her face, waited for the dust to settle, and stepped through the breach.

"Well, that was easier than I thought." She brushed off her coat as she spotted a directory hanging crookedly on the wall, and tilted her head.

"Oh! Let's hit the archives first."

Off she ran toward her first objective, heels clicking softly against the temple stone. Hopefully, her companion would catch up.

As she moved, she grabbed her device and sent a quick message:
<omw to the archives, hole on the eastern side of the temple if you're not already here – Q>

She ran until she heard a modulated voice shout ( CT-312 ). Quinn skidded to a stop as she drew a small blaster. The blaster was for show, but she was capable enough to use it. It was nothing special because, in reality, the Echani, being who she is, was more terrifying than a blaster.

Deciding to blend in, Quinn raised her gun towards the figure that the giant droid was looking at ( Koda Fett ), but it wasn't alone, there was another and her blaster lowered to the woman ( Velis Arden ).

 

[Zark San Tekka]

ARCHIVES
NEW JEDI TEMPLE
Koda Fett Velis Arden CT-312 Quinn Varanin

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"You should not have come to this place."

Master Zark remained in meditation so perfectly still that at first, he resembled a carved statue more than a living breathing Jedi. His robotic edged voice echoed strangely off temple stone. The old man raised an arm and slowly clenched his fist.

One by one archive windows exploded inward creating razor showers of glass shards. White robes unblemished by debris the Jedi Master began to float up towards the stairwell balcony while still seated in his lotus position. Each of the intruders were confronted by San Tekka's faceless temple guard mask which betrayed no emotion. Underneath his robes an ancient reflection of mandalorian beskar gleamed electrum albeit not quite so resilient as the real steel.

"Don't make me destroy you."

Zark's empty mask left it unclear who exactly the Jedi was speaking to. He gazed down at them now as if in judgment. Light reflected off him in a glow that seemed to slowly intensify from somewhere within. Caught between a pair of blasters and the archives' Jedi guardian it now seemed as though the mandalorian and his accomplice were trapped in the middle of a standoff.