Invasion of Nar Shaddaa (Reps vs. Suns)

[Aronis Vilgar]

The planetary shield had fallen. The Republic would now launch everything to liberate this planet. Aronis recieved the orders over the comm and accelerated as directed with the rest of the squadron. The squadron had done their job so far and there was no doubt in Aronis mind that they would continue to perform at such levels. They had protected the Remembrance and now they prepared to escort the ships to the surface.

"Roger that. Over." Replied Aronis taking his flightgroup and following orders as directed.


@[member="Vexander Graves"]

 

[Seris Vant]

@[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Darth Arcis"]

"I can agree to your terms and standards so long as they are within reason. My will only extends to those who are willing to listen and comply though. I'm sure I can reign them in for a short while. We'll see to negotiations and your request to have the Sith leave. I will inform them to do so but they are not here at my behest. I do have their commanders word that they will not engage in combat so long as the Republic fleet makes no acts of further hostility. Which I will now ask that you stop maneuvering your fleet. It is causing undue harm with your request for the Sith to leave and our own negotiations as I requested a cessation of hostility. It is in your interest that we are able to come to some form of truce, else this planet will turn into a bloodbath. Every inhabitant down there well believes you are here to persecute them or some other notion; and there are millions of them armed to the teeth. If you think you can occupy this planet I think you should try, but without the support of the leadership like me they'd bleed you dry of soldiers within a month. So, you tell all your Jedi and operatives on the surface to stop whatever they're doing, and I'll try and convince the Sith to leave. A fifteen minute window sounds fair to do so"?

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

Lurching out of hyperspace, the newly acquired Phoenix-class destroyer of the Ulfheonar Empire sped towards the Republic fleet as fast as it could move at sub-light speeds. The crew of thousands of pirates, mercenaries, and general scum of the universe dashing to and fro, commanding the ship's internal functions to the best of their abilities, as it approached the main Republic ships of the invasion fleet. A regular officer, a Huscarl of the army, sat in the command chair, with a look on his face of incoming dread and a mixture of sadness and absolute despair. One generally didn't approach the people who tried hunting you down after you assisted your pirate lord in stealing one of their ships, only to sell it for a larger one once you joined the Black Suns.

"High Emperor La'Roi, the commlink is open with the Republic scum of the galaxy vessels, if you wish to send them a message. Sir."

He wasn't a fan of the Republic, that's for sure.

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TOP OF THE BRIDGE OF THE PHOENIX-CLASS
DESCENDING FROM A TRANSPORT TO THE HULL IN A ZERO G SUIT

"Understood, Huscarl. Approach the Remembrance-class."

Landing with a soft thud, Chupa looked up and across to the numerous Republic ships as his transport made its way back into the command ship, activating his magnetic boots just in time as the the ship entered a secure orbit. He hadn't been in a Zero G suit in over 800 years, and the new ones were certainly exquisite in comparison to the old ones. Taking his time, one step at a time, he began walking towards the front of the ship, talking into the commlink to the Republic command vessel.

"Greetings from a subsidiary organization of the Black Suns, the Ulfheonar Empire, formerly of the Lords of the Fringe. We..."

Static from the commlink relayed @[member='Rayl Wilded'] 's message to the Republic into Chupa's ears, and his face changed from one of glee at possibly discussing politics with the Republic into absolute rage that his allies would consider surrender. His mind racing, he gazed back out at the fleet. There were a number of smaller ships, some nearly the size of their own command ship, in the way between the command ship, and they could prove to be a sufficient blockade against a direct attack....unless....unless.....

Chupa started hopping towards the starboard side of the ship, down the edge of the bridge and onto the far starboard side near the back. Switching his commlink to his Huscarl, he relayed his plan to him, and as the Arkanian pirate lord made his way to the edge, slowly but surely, the Phoenix-class Destroyer slowly approached the multitude of smaller and equally sized vessels...

.....And started to very, very slowly rotate to the port side.

@[member='Darth Arcis'], @[member='Selena Halcyon'],

 

[Jorin]

"Only enough to level half the city." One of the clones replied, hefting his DB-08 with a smile under his helmet. The man had a good amount of explosives in his pack. RC-232 had been the man to give @[member="Roland"] his rifle, as their pilot, and splicer, he wouldn't need the rifle anyway, he found it clunky and felt it got in his way most times, so he'd live without it. "Nuthin' discreet for three clicks, everything else is big and makes a 'helluva lot of noise." 232 responded as 002 and RC-124 set up to cover the backs of the group.

 

[Amarant]

Three claps. He smirked, standing on the rooftop, hands behind his back. Easy to move behind them. Stealth coating, movement mufflers, and he holsterede his pistol. Enough damage had been done. "Oh, goody, the kid-killer brought a a back up band," he said, loud enough to be heard. "Tell me, did you fine young soldiers watch Mr. Deniable kill innocent civilians? Did it turn you on? I knew a bounty hunter like that. Always got in the mood with pictures of dead bodies. You the same kinda sick jerks? Can't have a party in your pants without some dead children?"

He was done watching these thugs play soldier. They wanted to slaughter, fine. "I'm giving you a message to give to your command," he said, hands in the air, un-armed. "I'm not leaving my planet. I've been here 200 years, I helped build industry on this planet, and I'm not going away. You want to spread lies about how your liberating the planet, fine. But I'm staying. And I'm staying vigliant. Nar Shaddaa needs a protector, and you have proven that you are incapable of caring for the people. Now go. Tell your leaders this. Nar Shaddaa is protected. If it's people become abused by the public, the republic becomes abused by me..." he said, looking at them calmly. No violence. No assault. Just a statement of intent.

 

[Jorin]

The guns of RC-002 and 124 were trained onto the man known as @[member="Mr. Ash"]. They didn't fire, nor did they respond, it wasn't in their training to respond, it wasn't in their genes. @[member="Roland"] was special operations, and their came in time in every operator's life where he had to make a call based of morals, evidently, he didn't have much in terms of those. To be frank, Omega didn't care what the Republic said, it wasn't in their genes to care, had Ash been facing Alpha Squad, the story might've been different, but the four black armored commandos showed no sign of caring. It wasn't in their genes.

 

[Selena Halcyon]

The Republic Fleet only stopped moving once it had put the planet between them and the moon. They were already almost there so it just made sense to solidify their safety. If the pirate and his ilk were serious about talking, then she doubted they would have an issue with that relatively little change. "I think you over estimate the people of this planet's resolve to fight a losing battle. Furthermore, I have it under good authority that a fair amount of Hutts would support us. We have no interest in occupying this planet or the nearby systems. Just seeing them brought out of the clutches of a criminal organization like the Black Suns."

A ping came up on the radar. In moments the entirety of the Republic fleet, every single cannon on it burst into action from the evident hostility of the ship. She did not foresee it lasting very long. The fleet was rather large after all, and a single star destroyer would not last very long at all against it. She paid the dot no attention, it'd be gone soon anyways. "I assume that was a rogue and not one of yours," the proper answer was yes. Less than five minutes had passed but it still was good to make sure.

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

Chupa had not expected the Republic fleet to attack him with such force and power. He hadn't even ordered them to fire a shot before the destroyer was swarmed with direct fire from all directions. Still stuck on the outside of the ship, he tried to hop back towards the hangars, but it was far too late. In seconds, the shields were down, and shots were buzzing over his head, nearly striking him full on, turrets nearby exploding so violently he was lucky to have escaped with his life. Watching his ship take such devastation in such a short amount of time was heartbreaking, but he had to find some way to escape the...

A loud explosion behind him made him turn, and in doing so immediately attempted to cling to the metal below him, as the Republic shots caused the destroyer to explode quickly, breaking apart in orbit above the planet. Violently shaking to and fro, the durasteel chunk below him began to descend into the atmosphere. Clinging to the metal, Chupa knew he only had a few options before he would be burned to a crisp in the descent. Switching on his commlink as he held on to the not-yet-on-fire side, he turned the frequency to the Republic comms, Black Sun comms, and any that might be able to hear him planet side. Maybe a soldier, maybe a civilian...anyone....

"A ship of unknown purpose enters your space and you immediately open fire on it? How safe is the mighty Republic if they will fire on someone who was having engine problems after our jolt into hyperspace? Just because our ship was formerly of Black Sun property? For shame, the 'heroes' of the galaxy. You wish to liberate a planet owned by the government, legitimate or not, of the Black Suns, yet you are willing to destroy the shield which protect the civilians below? Why else would the shields be down? Why would the Suns destroy their own shields, unless it was the Republic who did it? Why should you hold the moral high ground? Because you...."

The metal chunk started to slowly rotate, the durasteel visibly turning white as the edge turned towards the planet. He only had a few moments left. He had to hurry.

"Because you have the Jedi. Because you fight for the Light of the Force. Well, what good, what peace is there here, in choosing the fate of these citizens, in choosing their future, in choosing their....Oh gods......"

Chupa released his magnetic locks as the metal turned the whole way around, and as he quickly drifted away from the metal chunk, he could feel his Zero G suit heating up slowly as he watched the chunk descend faster towards the planet below. He could see his wife, his children, their smiling faces, their tears, their grief and their joy. And as the suit reached the critical point, the point of no return, Chupa slipped into unconsciousness, the suit falling towards the planet at high speeds, the temperature rising slowly...

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Selena listened to the speech of what had to be someone from the ship. She looked over to one of the officers on board, and asked, "Were its engines not functioning?"
"No, ma'am."
"Log it." That information would likely be important in the future. Fools would grab a hold of it and attempt to actually use it to decry the Republic. Factual information to stand against the claims of a rambling dying man would be important. "Send them to the pirate." The ability to tamper with such information so quickly would be difficult to make believable. It would be very important.

All in all, the claims were somewhat pointless. A warship appearing directly above a war fleet would be expected to be opened fire upon. The fact that it was the ship of likely a pirate or scoundrel of some kind would also make this less of a problem in the eyes of the rational in the galaxy.

 

[Alan]

"Alright then, that's cool. So from what I just heard...you're trying to blackmail the Republic. You, a single individual...right. Shoot him."Roland aimed his weapon at Mr. Ash, and fired as fast as he could, and most likely, the Commandos would do the same. Due to the fact that Mr. Ash was unarmed, hands in the air, and facing several highly-trained commandos, he would find himself in a peculiar situation. The kind that made you the dead kind. Roland kept firing, aiming for his chest, but he couldn't speak for the Commandos, but he knew they would follow suit. They were drones, and they creeped him out to be honest, but he found them useful and so did the Republic, so baddabingbaddaboom, he sort of respected them and in a weird way, liked them. They also had cool armor, that helped too."Don't threaten the Republic when you're just one little droid who's greatest claim to fame is trying to kill an agent and sucking at it."Roland said, as he fired the rifle.

He was too busy to deal with all this anyway.

@[member="Cody Jorin"]
@Mr. Ash

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

"Papa?"

Opening his eyes, Chupa looked straight into his son's face and smiled, reaching up and playfully tugging on his ears. "Yes, Sari?"

Sari laughed, struggling to get out of his father's grasp, ultimately falling on top on him. Chupa wrestled his son around on the ground, playfully, laughing like he hadn't laughed in years. Not since....not since....

"Papa?"

"Yes, Sari?"

"It's not time to die yet."

Chupa opened his eyes. Nar Shaddaa was growing closer by the moment, speeding towards him, the Zero G suit spinning him around, the heat inside the suit almost unbearable. Panting from the heat, Chupa eyed the controls, trying to keep his mind on surviving...but how....There. He could use that... Chupa activated the emergency jetpack on the Zero G suit, flame gushing out from the back, and while it did slow him down from his terminal velocity, and start the cooling down process, he was still falling rapidly towards the planet, towards the buildings, the tower that was closer every second. Chupa had to hurry, so as the tower neared the point of impact, Chupa closed his eyes, brought his mind into focus, and braced for impact with the Force at his side.

The suit smacked into the top of the tower and went through onto the next floor, then the next. By the time the suit stopped, it had gone through four floors, until it finally smacked into the last floor, leaving a sizable crater on the floor. The main hatch opened up, and Chupa slumped out of the suit, barely able to move. He couldn't move his legs; he felt them, but the pain was immense. Screaming, he started to crawl towards the holo-lift, dragging his legs behind him. Having crawled inside, he attempted to slow his breathing. Big breath in, big breath out. Big breath in, big breath out. Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, Chupa simply sat in the holo-lift, unable to reach the numbers, trying to focus his mind on the Force, trying to use it to heal his legs. He had the training, he knew how to do it but....the pain....

He would have his vengeance. He would destroy the Jedi. He would destroy the Republic. There WILL be chaos!

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Aboard the Acerbitas
Nar Shaddaa High Orbit
ORBAT:
1 x Nihilus-class Star Dreadnought (Acerbitas)
1 x Dzu'ari-class Star Destroyer (Dzu'ari)
5 x Subjugator-class Assault Ships (Vegeance, Firing Squad, Blood Funnel, Heir, and Resolve)

Oh this was such a drag now. Nobody fighting, diplomatic talks. It was disgusting. Even this new Black Suns operative and his ship weren't doing anything fun. It was pretty pathetic considering this was the war-bound Republic and the criminal syndicate of the Black Suns above the world renowned for crime activity and gang activity across the entire galaxy. If they wanted their peace talks, then they could have them.

Emperor Lussk wasn't.

A few moments passed as preparations were made, the fleet making an full 180 turn and launching into hyperspace to return home.

 

[Amarant]

Oh goody, the hot-blooded amateur was trying to shoot him, again. It'd worked so well before. Ah, well. his ultimatum had been delivered. He was done dealing with amateurs. He did the sanest thing any man would never do. He jumped off the building. you see the funny thing about Nar Shaddaa was that there really wasn't a ground-level. Jumping off a building usually meant falling thirty stories. He landed on a pipe, grinning. A few shots hit him, but nothing his laminanium armor couldn't handle. He did burn a few holes in his suit and synth-flesh, however.

He dove off the building, laughing. "Learn to aim, kids!" he said as he dropped thirty stories. A lethal for for a man made of meat and tendons, but he could handle the impact pretty well. He kept moving. Let's see them track him through his city. That'd be hilarious. He needed to find a holoterminal and quick. He didn't have much time for this..

 

[Darth Kentarch]

It did'n take long for Arcturus to realize thing were going sour. The mercenaries who guarded this planet were now either fleeing, or trying to negotiate with the Republic forces. With Creed's men fleeing the scene, Arcturus sensed sabotage, and sure enough the mercenaries had rigged the who darn place to blow. Cursing to himself the Sith sprinted out of the shield generator plant, moving far away as he could. He reached down and activated his communicator. "I'm going to need a shuttle down here."

Using the force he leaped up to a roof of a nearby building. Sure enough another shuttle cam down, this time able pull up next to him thanks to the fact the shield generator was down. The Sith jumped in, and soon enough joined the rest of the fleet with it's jump into hyperspace.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

The quarry seemed to have made its improbable escape. That was just disappointing. Hannibal had been promised quite a bit of money for dragging that guy off-planet in a couple of stun cuffs. He called off the droids, ordering to head back to whatever doubled as their garrison base. Hannibal had no need of them now. They were better off in the hands of someone with more tactical acumen. Besides, it wasn't as though he was out of work now. The Emperor was offering five hundred credits per Republic soldier slain.

Five hundred Credits sounded all well and good, but with that planetay shield down... Well, things weren't looking good. It was time to scram. With little left to accomplish in the lower levels, Hannibal briskly made his way for the surface to return to his ship. It was time to bail.

 

[Seris Vant]

@[member="Selena Halcyon"]
A ship had been destroyed by the Republic, one that had just entered the system from who knows where. Rayl frowned. The Republic would get away with it for now. He needed to stick to his plan, and a few more deaths were nothing to him. "The Sith have departed the system as per request. They said they'd let Black Sun deal with their affairs as they see fit". Rayl was putting words in the Emperors mouth. But it mattered naught that he did. They'd buy it and he'd never know. "And with that, we may bring an end to hostilities formally. I propose we meet on the surface of Nal Shaddaa for our first talks, at Domino's Palace. Bring those who are to negotiate and I will do the same. We'll also have our respective security teams. Can you be in agreeance with this"?

A few minutes latter
@[member="Vex Tythion "]@Mr. Ash

Rayl had gotten in contact with Mr. Ash and Mr. Tythion. Some of the few higher echelon types left who would be vaulted to greater heights for not chickening out and fleeing the planet like so many other Crime Lords did. "Gentlemen. Its Rayl Wilded, you may not like what I have to say but hear it anyways. We're going going to be hosting the Republic commanders and any diplomats they bring. We're, bringing and end to this. And it may seem all bad but we're going to be alright, trust me. Meet at Domino's Palace. We'll talk more there before they reach it. Rayl out". He hoped the two would show up. Hell they better show up. This was ridiculous that he had to do this all by himself. Charm and grace had carried him well but having others to add to the party would put a little more support up.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Vex was just removing his knife from a rather troublesome problem, Granted the problem was something between his teeth. He was slightly startled when he was contacted "Mr. Wilded Good to hear your still alive I will come fourth with." He replied He dropped from the table and called over a rather slender merc, Mr.Smiley was mute but he knew 17 separate ways to make a person cry with leaving any evidence of his involvement. He was also a mute. Vex picked up his brief case containing his "Negotiation aids" Then he left the bar. Walking around the back of the bar and hoping onto the back of a speeder Bike.

He always despised speeder bikes They were too fast and open, so it hurt his mouth. However there was no denying It was the fastest way to reach the palace. They grounded to a halt when they arrived at the palace and Vex was almost thrown off He stayed clinging to the mute and was fine. He stepped off with all the grace of a rhino and moved up to the doors. Should he knock, The place was without an owner at the present time. He decided it would be best to knock any way.
@[member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Selena Halcyon]

(( Time skipping to the meet because a bunch of posts of people walking is just gonna slow things down. ))

Grandmaster Selena Halcyon landed upon Nar Shaddaa, a few other transports with her. With her were members of the Jedi Council and some individuals from the military. Some individuals already on Nar Shaddaa were also summoned to meet with her there as well. This would include Vice Chancellor @[member="Yusan Fenn"], and the three diplomats that had been on the run: @[member="Diana Moridena"], @[member="Daella Apparine"], @[member="Sopher Jakobs"]. Given that it was they who were attacked that had started this police action, she deemed it necessary for them to likewise join her. While at the base of the 'palace' before the great doors Selena Halcyon just waited for her party to gather before this conversation would be had.

 

[Seris Vant]

@Mr. Ash @Vex Tythion

"Losing this planet is a blow but it should only be in their hands for a few weeks, two months maximum. They'll move most of the armada away in that time. They can't afford the drain on the systems this is causing, and the costs are surly going to get up there. This will give us the time to consolidate Black Sun again, elect a new leader, and while doing so have the other Crime Lords agree to pool our forces for a counter invasion. We need to call on our allies to. The Sith weren't impressed with me for not fighting to the death, but they may still help. The CIS is our best bet though. Mr. Ash you shall talk with the Emperor and the Sector Lords to see if they'll aid us. Tythion, you and I shall go meet with the Confederacy to drum up support. Neither would wish to see the space between them be swallowed up by the Republic. But they won't act without persuasion. For the now though, we need to get a soft a landing as we can. So no throat cutting the diplomacy or diplomats".

 

[Amarant]

(OOC: Sorry it took me a while, been sick)

He sighed. Another peace talk. He went out to meet Grandmaster halcyon smiling cordially. "Good evening, Emper...err, Grandmaster," he said calmly. A cheap shot, but hey, what was the point in being a skull-faced murder machine if you couldn't get the occasional affront in? "You may follow me to the meeting hall." He quickly escorted her to the room where the others sat. He sat with the two of them. He'd met Rayl all of once. Tythion, on the other hand, never showed up. He preferred to stick to the shadows.

He looked at her. "Miss Halcyon," he began as he sat in front of them, "You may now discuss your terms. You're looking at what amounts to the current leadership council of the Black Suns."

@[member="Rayl Wilded"]@[member="Selena Halcyon"]@Vex Tythion