Stage Two - Freedom for the Common Man: Battle On Commenor

Tathra Khaeus · Oct 13, 2018

Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
Objective: Advertise
Enemies: Everyone | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | others?
Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Commenori soil had a strange quality to it. It was copious but brittle. Yet when you allowed it to part between your fingers it would fall in thickened chunks, as if clumped together by humidity or the rain of the air. Tathra felt as much as the dirt clumped onto the ground unnatural at his feet. His eyes, engulfed with flame rose to the sky as the streets of the Capital City came into a thick concentration of buildings and small gates, in the middle of them was an ordained palace.

It had been some fifty years since he'd last been here, much had changed. Yet, so much was the same. Greater or small, the commenori people were also in some place of strife and turmoil. This particular circumstance was greater than any past famine he'd observed. And war was a famine to be sure. The famine of life, of the youth that builds these worlds up to the memories of those that came before.

War was a waste of blood, but a ugly truth of the Galaxy was that many a thing was just that, a waste. You had to find your own meaning. And that he had. For some time the Bryn'adûl had been under his guise. But now, would be their first steps into a larger world. The gargantuan titan had no ties to this planet or its people. None that mattered. He had no steak in their squabbles, yet all the world was a stage and tonight he would be performing.

The Galaxy would know the face of the Bryn'adûl and the malice of Khaeus.

"[Dravalan]: Commanders, follow the main directive. Move through the buildings with your units clearing each area. Wipe out anything in your path, I will create an entrance to the Palace, then you will follow. Brutes, with me."

Tathra and twelve Brutes moved with haste through the barren and battle-scarred streets of the Capital City. There were distant sounds of blaster fire, the calming sound of ships soaring through the air as a hundred dog fights commenced in the sky. The thirteen met little resistance of note as they moved toward the Palace, carving a more direct route whilst the Horde moved through the city on their tail.

There was a faint sound of something speeding toward their direction, no doubt with the mutual objective of reaching the Palace.
"[Dravalan]: Steady, weapons primed."

Immediately the Brutes moved for the sides of the cities open street, Tathra stood in the centre; his Mace sliding into hand. Waiting.

As soon as one of the Brutes caught a glimpse, it was clear it was Swoop Bikes. Tathra barked as his Brutes opened fire at the passing swoop Bikes, cutting down two with their heavy blasters. The gargantuan titan hefted his Mace as he leapt to the side, dodging one as it zoomed past; his massive Mace crushing the front of the swoop bike and sending its driver hurdling over and breaking her neck.

Kyrel Ren · Oct 13, 2018

Location: Within the Queen's Office.
Allies: [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Enemies: [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] [member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Tom Taff"]
Objective: Eliminate or Capture [member="Lady Kay"]
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff, Raiment of the Vigilant

Kyrel was not amused in the slightest, Kyrel's Harbinger roaring with rage ignited, The Crossguard saberstaff roared with fury, as it fed on it's Master, and in turn, the weapon gave it's Master, hatred, pain, anger. A pure weapon of the dark side that had managed the likes of its predecessor Vader's Bane. He was standing in pain the more the weapon was ignited, the more pain he felt, the more his patience waned, even more as his enemies began to crowd around him. As soon as he entered the woman he thought of as no threat, fired her blaster in order to be stopped by the Rogue Sith, using her cape to block the blasts, pushing her weapon away from her hand. His eyes locked upon the woman, his face underneath a murderous scowl. "I believe the time to "Start again" Has passed if a single one of you attempted to fire upon me."

In that exact moment, a man appeared behind. A Jedi at least he thought, the young disciple Primat moved, moving quickly behind Kyrel. Primat did not disappoint the Enforcer of Ren. His Lightsaber activated with a fiery hiss engaging the enemy, while Kyrel was left to deal with his objective. He was so close, but he needed to draw Queen Arenais out. He needed something that was of importance to her, in that moment of thought however. Another enemy approached. A Mon Calamari appeared from around a hallway, igniting the blue blade of his lightsaber. Stating that Kyrel would not pass. Kyrel gave a sick laugh looking at the Mon Calamari. The Crossguard blade of the Harbinger. Still kept down as the armored Enforcer spoke. "That remains to be seen Jedi... If you are prepared to join your brothers and sisters in the Force."

The Enforcer was growing tired of it all, his hatred kept rising with the number of obstacles in his way, yet if Arenais was like a Jedi.. Then he would exploit that weakness. The weakness all Jedi shared, compassion. With Compassion for the ones close to her being a weakness, an idea came to mind as he gave a glance to the Jedi, before looking at [member="Silfe Sosuri"]. With a sinister stare, and before anyone could react, just with a single thought, he attempted to pull her with the Force, his free hand extended to grab her by the throat, the sharp talons that had adorned his black gloves. The talons started to cut into her skin, drawing blood as his hand only grew tighter.

It only quelled his rage for a moment, deriving satisfaction of having a body within his fingers. He spoke aloud, his voice amplified by the modulator of his mask. The Queen likely hearing it as he spoke. "Queen Arenais, Come out wherever you are.. If you don't I will excruciatingly kill your cabinet members, advisors all of them. Starting with this one that I have in my grasp at this moment. If you do not come out and face me now!"

Asaraa Vaashe · Oct 13, 2018

Location: The Outskirt's off Chasin City
Obective: Kick the Sith off Commenor
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"]

For a moment the Caedyn she remembered shone through the serious almost shell-like internalized attitude that had seemed to take over his personality the closer and they had gotten to the rebellion kicking off. Yet for a moment she’d seen a glimpse of her friend’s true personality in the way his lips had curled up as he took her hand, playing along with her, that moment of connection. Yet, as quickly as it had come it had passed, the boy’s hand falling, and the easy humour slipping away from his eyes as they drifted over towards the city.

The girl let her blue eyes travel along his gaze, settling on the buildings that surrounded the resistance hideout they’d appropriated. She could see the black smoke billowing up in the distance, the familiar whine of blaster bolt in the distance as the Sith forces engaged those of the Commenori and their allies. The boy’s words, his promise of the future pulled a sad smile to the girl’s lips as he sought o assure her that after this things could go back to the way it had been when they’d first met. Only…you couldn’t go back, the carefree boy who’d stopped to help her when she was lost in the city had matured over the course of the year she’d known him. It was inevitable in the mixing pot of war, of seeing his home and family attacked and torn apart. It wasn’t to say he was different, or that the future would be filled with war but she knew his father wasn’t going to let the war end here, knew Caedyn well enough to know that if this happened to another planet he’d find himself drawn there now, the memory of the Sith occupation wouldn’t let anyone who had been involved from doing anything else, she knew she’d find her way there too.

One of her hand’s came up, resting on Caedyn’s shoulder, holding him back for a moment, turning him to the side ever so slightly so she could see his face. “Hey, no-where I'd rather be right now, but don’t make a promise you can’t keep, or let it distract you now. Just make sure you stay in one piece and don’t get killed. We can let the future worry about itself for today.” The girl’s finger’s tightened on his shoulder as she transferred some of her weight onto it, pressing up on her tiptoes to let her lips brush his cheek for a moment, “I’m serious, stay alive and don’t worry about anything else, I’ve got your back.” Then her hand was gone as she shrugged her shield of her shoulder, settling it’s weight on her arm as she followed him on into the city. Hopefully, today wouldn’t end up giving anyone more nightmares then they were already dealing with. The only thing she could tell now, was the Sith weren't letting go without a fight, and she didn't want to see anyone else suffering today because of that war that had shattered the peace that had once existed on this world.

Caedyn Arenais · Oct 13, 2018

Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], Commenor, Democracy.

Enemies: The Sith Empire, Team Imperial.

Objective: Return and secure the Palace Grounds.

Location: Chasin City Streets.

Inventory: Lightsaber, Heavy Buckler, CS.38, Jedi Armor.

There was a moment, amongst all of the chaos that had overtaken his formerly peaceful life where Caedyn found himself catching a glimpse of warmth, a moment of comfort and pleasure, for the first time in...-He couldn't remember how long it had been. [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] spoke to him in reply, though the words she spoke and more importantly, the tone in which she spoke them accompanied by the touch and warmth of her breath, took him completely off-guard.

He opened his mouth to respond, yet found he didn't have the words to express himself, his brows lifting slightly in his surprise though it didn't register how clueless he might have appeared. How was he supposed to react, was the touch intentional, the proximity was closer than they'd ever been before but was there too a chance that he was over-thinking things?

The last person he'd gotten close with was [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"], yet that never led anywhere thanks to the War over Commenor and the Mandalorian Empire's loyalties being shared between them and the Sith Empire, eventually tension and politics had come between the two and they'd mutually agreed that it wasn't going to work. It wasn't the most encouraging first experience, nor did he really have any idea how truly different Mandalorian girls were to Jedi ones.

Shaking himself out of his momentary loss, he blinked back at Asaraa and refocused on why they had come. Perhaps he'd ask her about it later, perhaps he'd bury it so that he didn't wind up making an idiot of himself by thinking too much of something that was probably nothing knowing his luck.

"Alright..." He finally found his voice, moving alongside her as they neared the first of the City streets, "There's bound to be other Force User's around. Normally I'd say we try to be quiet about this but by the sounds of things..." ahead they could already here shouting, shooting and explosions; the battle sounded as though it was already coming down around the upper district and the Palace Grounds. "We still got a good few blocks to make...-No point holding back now..." he glanced to Asaraa momentarily with a small smile, "Let's show 'em what Jedi can do eh".

Stardust Solus Skirae · Oct 13, 2018

[member="Darben Skirae"]

No communication from Kaine, frowning to herself she looked up over some cover before a blaster bolt flew by as she ducked and cursed popping out to fire a few times

feth, we gotta push forward! Make them break their defense! Prep thermal dets and throw them! we will spear head after that!

Priming was heard before a volley of thermals dets qas thrown through the air upon the enemy positions exploding but a. Few seconds later with the war cry of several men charging towards the lines as battle turned from range to up close many dropping their guns in favoring of beating the enemy with whatever they got their hands on

War never changed in that aspect, it became brutal and gritty without mercy. After things had calmed down stardust took a minute to get some marcobinocs and observe the palace as she frowned seeing action around it already

seems we are late....however take a few minutes reload! Get a drink and then get ready in five minutes!

Her comms went off, putting a hand to her ear she spoke

go ahead

maam lord skirae has been injured, we are medevacing him to a safer location while we push on

The world stopped, stardust removed her hand as she moved to a wall and rested agaisnt ir as she slid down and took a bretah as she shook her head...then she stood

in on my way you go ahead leave a medic and a few to guard him take control and go forth! Lead to the palace take it!

Without waiting she ran, meanwhile where darben qas the sergeant picked up darben and started retreating back to a building that had accommodated for a field infirmary.

Back to stardust she had ran splitting from her squad of men as they prepared for the final push towards the palace, like the red army, they pushed forward with a iron fist. Stopping too take a breath she checked where she was, a sniper spotted her and let a bolt loose as it landed into her right shoulder spinning her for a moment. She hit the ground then stood running for cover as she cursed looking to he armor that nearly had been pierced...so glad it wasnt a real arm.

Elijah Black · Oct 13, 2018

COMMENOR
Approaching the Palace
[member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Romi Jade"] |

Zylah nodded in understanding to her teamleader, but didn't look at her wrist-top datapad. She'd done her best to memorise what she needed in advance of the mission, but it was good to know that if they found themselves separated or otherwise lost, she would have that nifty piece of technology to consult, as well as the Force. She wasn't formally a member of the Alliance-In-Exile, but she got to enjoy some of the advantages of being one even so. Or was she? Guilty by association perhaps. It made her smile, even here and in a situation such as this. There were worse groups to be associated with.

The Jedi turned her shield on, however. That was an advantage she did not care to pass up on once it presented itself to her so neatly. The task force made a run for it towards the swoop bikes. The planet was lightning up pretty good, with many a battle taking place. Sadly, the Jedi could not be everywhere at once. Coren's priorities made sense, and so did keeping the group together. At least until it became clear what enemies they were facing.

The bikes roared into action, and they rushed towards the palace at an impressive speed. It made them a tricky target, but that was not to say no one tried their luck. She took some very minor evasive manoeuvres here and there. Zylah wasn't thinking as much as she was reacting with the Force as her guide. In the mess of war, not every bullet could be dodged. It was in those times she felt thankful for her shield, absorbing its fair share as well.

Speed was of the essence. Would they be forced to a halt on their way? Or could they keep evading blaster fire until they reached their destination? Even in the case of the latter, their hardships were far from over. If anything, this was the easiest part. Whatever awaited them aside she did not expect to be pleasant.

Amari Deechi · Oct 13, 2018

Location: Commenor streets near the First Order embassy
Objective: Clear hostiles
Complement: Full UFARB Deployment
Equipment: UFARB kit, EKR-20
Allies: [member="Gerad Naahan"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] | Other Commenori & Allies
Enemies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | Dirty Sithbois & Girls

Amari's group hadn't moved far before they heard the shots from high up. A quick order to take cover went out, one that was followed without question. The Umbaran took aim with his rifle, scanning the windows of the high buildings around but finding no sight of the shooter.

"Drop One, what do you see?"

"It appears that the shots came from a crane not far from your position," the droid piloting his former dropship replied from up above. "The First Order embassy is nearby to its position."

The Umbaran ducked back behind cover. He hadn't expected open conflict with the First Order so soon. Still, they had a job to do here. "Understood. Have the support squads been deployed yet."

"Affirmative. Shall I open fire on the First Order position?"

"Negative. We're here to help liberate Commenor, not start a war with them. Maintain close air support over the area. Crimson Squad, do you copy?"

The response from the ship's support squad that it had dropped came quickly. "Copy, Captain."

"Keep a close watch on that embassy with snipers and at least one plasma repeater. It's sovereign First Order territory so we can't shoot them while they're on site, but anyone who exits with a weapon in hand is a hostile and you are authorized to execute on sight."

"And if they're shooting from inside the embassy?" the sergeant asked with confusion in his tone.

"I'm pretty sure that violates any sort of immunity offered by an embassy's nature, so in that case you have authorization to open fire on hostiles within the embassy. Hostiles only, not unarmed civilians. Understood?"

"Understood, Captain."

Amari's conversation with the sergeant ended, and he turned to the platoon behind him. "Okay, change of plans. The rest of the battalion will maintain their objective of securing the streets around the palace. Our battalion will move towards the embassy and clear hostiles on the way. We'll have close air support and sniper cover, and it won't be long before our IATs have found a way into the city without damaging local sewer infrastructure. Once they're here we'll have significant ground support as well. So keep it tight, stay out of the open, and stay alive. Everyone clear?"

"Clear sir," his fellow Umbarans repeated nearly in unison before they broke off to push towards the embassy.

Rick Kaloo · Oct 13, 2018

Location: Royal palace, Commenor
Objective: Secure the place listed above, god save the queen
Allies: AiE/SJO/Commenor ([member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Kaine Australis"] (please don't take my legs again), [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Tom Taff"], etc.)
Enemies: FO/TSE ([member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Primat Ren"], etc.)

Right as Rick was about to draw up a counter to the Ren's remark, the masked Sith drew a woman to him and, to Rick's horror, began to suffocate her.

But that had been a smart move on the Ren's part. Rick's natural compassion, born not just of the Jedi Code but also his Mon Calamari community, prevented him from making a move in an otherwise opportune moment. Instead, Rick attempted to achieve the best compromise he could. He tilted his aqua blade very slightly toward the Ren, shifting from his Soresu stance to a more offensive position, and slowly moving to the left to completely block the hall between the Ren and the royals of Commenor.

"Kill her, and you guarantee your own death as well." growled Rick. "I may be a protector of peace, but I have no reservations to ending your life right here."

Now, at least, Rick at least partially counterbalanced the leverage the Ren had against him. If the Ren were to kill the woman, he'd most likely find himself on the wrong end of the lightsaber. However, there were still plenty of factors stacked against Rick. The Ren could draw his blade faster than Rick and counter him, or he could slam him against a wall and flee. Rick had no way of predicting the Ren's next move, so he simply played it safe, with his blade extending outward and his body tensed, ready to make any sudden maneuvers.

Konstantin Makarev · Oct 13, 2018

Allies: [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Micah"]
People: [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Cenn Kothari"] | [member="The Event"] | [member="Lady Kay"]
Objective: Don't Tread On Me!
Location: First Order Embassy, Third Storey Window Sill
The gargantuan roar, before an explosive slam into the grounds of the Embassy caused Konstantin to dive beneath a desk. Would there be accompanying explosions? The Colonel waited with baited breath, for some kind of artillery barrage. "What in the bloody name of Fortan was that?!" He thundered. Foyle and Dautrieve had responded to the action in a similar manner, and they too began to return to their positions. Makarev dusted off his cap, which had been lost in his journey for cover.

"That would be FOSB special forces." Foyle responded, "Seems our transmissions were heard by someone." Special Forces? FOSB Special Forces? Weren't they supposed to be quiet? They were of course an intelligence agency, not a bunch of rancors stomping about. He huffed. "We also have a reply it seems, from her Majesty sir." Makarev scowled, and wiped crumbs from his tunic, before taking his position at the projector. He breathed in deeply, and calmed himself, before Commoner's monarch showed herself on the screen.

Konstantin politely listened to the Queen, but his expression, as stony faced as it may have been, showed disdain for the Queen's words. When she finished, Makarev began. "Hollow words and platitudes about the Sith will get you no where your Majesty, because I don't care." The Colonel smoothly began, "The personal beef and Commoner's diplomatic standing with the Sith Empire are none of my business, so don't try to equate us and my government." He gave a sneer on his grizzled features. "None of that changes the ultimatum, and my commands, they remain final." He clenched his fists, "The Silver Jedi must leave, and your admission they have been here before does nothing but force my government and myself to reconsider your status." He then gestured a pointed finger at her, "If you don't get those force sensetive murderers out of here, I will consider you, and your forces co-belligerents in their hostilities against us."

His stoic facade now began to peel away, with a poodoo-eating grin, "And if you want that to be the case? I may not have the equipment now, but when the time comes, I will be the first one to recommend we make Munto City look like a spring tidy up." He growled, his voice carrying a venomous edge to it, "Because we are far closer than the Sith ever were." The Colonel paused, "So here it is. Here are your options as it is." He put up three fingers, "You get those Jedi out of here." he laid one digit down.

"You give me and my men the military access they need to secure our evacuation from here." The second finger went down. "And then, you give me a list of all official military and unofficial militas under your command, because if I see one little Suzy, or little Johnny, roll up and throw stones at me? My men?" He gestured to a throat slit, tongue rolling out of his mouth and all, "I'll leave their carcasses to rot in a sewer." He shook his head, "I'm not going to tolerate unlawful combatants on my battlefield." He then picked himself up somewhat, and stood to attention. His facade having returned. "Respond to my demands, lest I be forced to come back here under less favourable circumstances." He then saluted, "I eagerly await your response."

The transmission flickered off, and Konstantin reached for a nearby canteen, taking a sip. He felt it going down his gullet. He was in fact quite exhausted by that. "Sir," Agent Dautrieve began, "We're recieving a live feed, we have a mass of.... of possible hostiles congregating outside of the embassy perimeter." Konstantin nearly choked, and turned to the live feed the FOSB agent had put up. Dautrieve wasn't wrong. They were being surrounded by, who? As if he could read the Colonel's mind, the agent began to list them off. "We have some Mandalorians, a mob of civilians. Republic soldiers, and some SJO infantry on approach sir."

"Kark me....." Konstantin muttered. The situtation had seemingly not developed to his liking. He grimaced and swallowed a little. This wasn't too good at all. Konstantin looked around, "Get me a megaphone." He commanded, "Something I can use." The agents looked at each other, and then at Konsttantin, clearly a little confused. However, a brief search saw to the acquisition of one. Approaching the window overlooking the gate, Konstantin threw open the curtains, and opened the glass panel.

"People assembled outside!" He barked, voice reverberating across the nearby streets, "I am Konstantin Makarev. Commander of the garrison here." It was hard to believe he had inherited such a title just hours earlier. "We do not seek violence." He continued, "But should any of you, particularly the mob of civilians over there, and any Silver Jedi forces," He added, "Approach my fence I will shoot you." He thundered. "Unlawful combatants, and Jedi scum, are not welcome in my world, or in my territory!" He then pounded his chest, "And this, this is Dosuunian soil. My territory, my rules!" He glowered.

"So unless you," He gestured at the Republics troops, "Want to start another war that you will lose again? I suggest you stop, take stock, and move away, because this does not concern you!" He took a breath, "If you continue to inhibit my troops and my immediate vicinity, or choose to escalate this, I'm telling you this right now!" He growled, "Tears in my eyes pleading with you... Do not kark with me. Don't ever kark with me!" He offered with a deranged chuckle to the streets, "Because will consider that a declaration of war by your commanders! And as such, will kill you!" He then pointed at the Silver Jedi on their approach, whom he could vaguely see. "And you, piss off back to your temple! And don't bother us, and if you proceed? I'll make sure a thousand Ossus' happen again!" Finally he turned to the mob of motley Commoneri, "And you! If you want to avoid being left in the street, dead and dying, go home!" He decided to then take a pause, "Any questions?!"

POV: Lieutenant Rudolph Parke
Location: First Order Embassy, Courtyard
Allies: See Above
People: [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Time: A few minutes before the above.

The Manadalorian seemed to go on, and on, and on. About what? Parke didn't know. Eyes rolled, "Look, sir, I am not authorised to let you past this gate." The officer pointedly told him, "Or lend out assets to every Lewis, Gail and Horace who comes up." He was quite done with the man. "And given you have approached this embassy, a place of diplomacy, armed like a-a-...." He gave a flustered shake of his arms, "Some sort of barbarian, and admitted you're apart of an armed insurgency. I'm not going to give you the benefit of the doubt." He then paused, giving him a stern look, "So kindly, piss off."
That was when he heard it. A timid, and scared voice. It was but a brief moment, and then the officer saw the woman hobbling by on the otherside of the gate. Part of him rolled his eyes, and he groaned, just his bloody luck. "Ma'am, ma'am!" He barked, trying to get her attention. He then walked to the gate, glaring at the Mandalorian, before looking at the woman, the iron bars of the reinforced gate, dividing them. "Madam, there is a secure evacuation shelter, just down the street!" Parke informed her, "Please proceed down there, this is a secure location, and loitering is prohibited." The Lieutenant informed her.

Dysnomia · Oct 13, 2018

Location: Near the First Order Embassy
Allies: Commenor, [member="Cenn Kothari"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]
[member="Amari Deechi"]
Enemies: First Order/Sith, [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
[member="Micah"]
Objective: Join the rebellion

Explosions could be heard near the palace. Dysnomia ran to the window of her father’s study. Despite a yoke around the neck of the planet courtesy of the Sith, the teenager had never really experienced the violence that had exploded across her home world upon their invasion. Father had shipped her off to stay with a relative until peace had been restored.

Another blast rocked the capital, and Dysnomia could feel the entire building shuddering under her repulsorlift skates, which were presently switched off since Daddy didn’t like her skating in the house. She clomped over to another window and smiled at what she saw. Pandemonium in the city. Finally! Something cool was happening.

“And the people of Commenor will rise up and slay the Sith Monsters!” she shouted, pulling a decorative sword down from the study wall and swishing it back and forth against invisible enemies.

“Put that down, Dysnomia! And we are evacuating, silly child.”

Father turned on his heel barely giving her time to wallow in his disapproval. “Hurry!” he shouted from the corridor. Turning her skates on, the teenage witch put one foot in front of the other and promptly sailed the other way, out to the foyer and completely out the door. She flung the sword away, realizing it to be a mere prop. Unlike her magic which could twist and burn and even disfigure.

She heard a male voice over the loudspeaker: "Do not cower in your homes, your freedom is on the line!"

“Exactly, Daddy. Do not cower. Who's the child now? You can't even stay and fight."

She was still muttering to herself as she approached the embassy, watching the crowd consisting of citizens, soldiers and First Order security personnel. Dysnomia certainly didn’t want to attract the attention of the occupying force, but since she was normally ignored in her regular attire - a frilly lace dress with repulsorlift skates - she milled around on the sidelines, undetected. She heard a man speak, and it sounded like the voice on the intercom! “Hey there, you! You over there. I’m not cowering!” Dysnomia waved her hands frantically to get Cenn Kothari’s attention. If he happened to look over, she would spread her palms up so that he could see the wispy green spirit ichor that rose from each upward-facing hand, fragments of the Dathomirian spells she’d been studying.

Sor-Jan Xantha · Oct 13, 2018

[ darth lolcat theme ]

There was an awful lot of noise out there.

Several blaster shots echoing in the distance, barely audible over the din of the mob that was at the embassy gates. Then there seemed some kind of explosion that rocked the embassy building itself.

This was starting to get out of hand. What were the adults doing about this situation? And why weren't they acting like adults about it? If a bunch of younglings were rioting at the gates like that, they'd all be in timeout right now.

Hopping up from off the sofa, the black robed, young acolyte popped back to his feet. Bringing his arms up, the boy bowed his head as he started to utter a series of phrases in the ancient language of the Sith. Obscure gestures followed through in a series of arcane ambulatory moments, amid which a section of shadow in the room seemed to start becoming tenuous and tangible as the youngling invoked the Dark Side of the Force.

He wasn't the only one invoking the ancient spirits of the ancestral arcane. He could feel one other. Close. Nearby.

Another sorcerer?

This had the kitten's curiosity immediately.

The invocation ended with the snap of the child's fingers, at which point a strange bird appeared from out of the darkness. It's feathers seemed as though they were made of shadow. It's gaze was like that of some eldritch horror, peering out from the grave. It wasn't a raven and it wasn't a vulture, but its appearance invoked a resemblance in part to those creatures, being in the form taught to him by Darth Arcanix.

Passing over to one side of the sitting room, the child casually opened the window to let the strange bird out into the open air. Taking flight, the Sith familiar flew up to the roof of the embassy, where it's dread gaze observed the gate.

Meanwhile, the youngling casually closed the window and turned to wander further inside of the embassy of the First Order.

There was refresher in here somewhere, right?

Jor Kvall · Oct 13, 2018

Location: Moving into city

The beskad struck angrily through air, sliced, crunched through bone, twisted through muscle. Another nameless enemy fell at Jor Kvall's hand. They were but quarry to him, now flayed husks in black armor lying lifeless on a beach, and Jor did not get the same thrill he once did in killing these men. They were but servants to greater, darker masters, perhaps hardly willing. None could know anymore. As Kvall looked up from his newest victim's carcass, it became apparent that the Sith forces on the beach were routing. The Mandalorian strike, combined with the trouble caused by the droids, had spent their desire to fight anymore, lest the butchery continue.

"Keep a detachment here to hold the beach," Jor said to his next-in-command. "I'm going forward."

Slaying foes on this beach had provided little release. Jor could see that the real battle was happening further on in the city streets. Accompanied by a group of his finest, most trusted warriors, all Kvalls, Jor would move toward the fray and find a real battle.

Kyyrk · Oct 13, 2018

Allies: Commenori Liberation Fighters, [member="Einon"]
Enemies: Sith Domination Fighters

Dorin rolled to the side taking cover behind a wall as he responded to Einon. "Lock it down, now. Don't open it till I give the all clear." Dorin dove forwards as the claws of the terentatek tore through the wall behind him. "Looks like I'll be a little busy for a while. Gods be with you, Einon."

He closed the comm channel, and turned to face the Terentatek, using the force to call a discarded pistol to him. He fired a couple shots at it, but a large beast such as this merely shrugged the small arms fire off. Dorin side stepped a slamming fist, and brought his sword up to cleave the hand from its wrist, but only succeeded in landing a glancing blow. The beast's armor was tough. Dorin had a trick up his sleeve that could rend scales like this, but the Terentatek was immune to it.

The beast was focused in on Dorin, its desire to consume him overriding all other instincts. The Sith had starved it till it was in a frenzy. Dorin jumped onto the arm as the terentatek raised it again, pushing off of it to launch through the air behind it. As he arced over, he struck down at the neck with his blade, again scoring a minor hit, but no significant damage. The next wave of Sith troopers could be heard outside the warehouse, preparing to bombard the place with everything they had. Dorin considered calling for help for a moment, but then realized it was pointless. The beast was secluded, and a contingent of Sith had fallen for the trap. As per his own wishes, Dorin was about to be locked in here with this thing. It was time to get creative...

Alkor Centaris · Oct 14, 2018

The Ori'ramikade that flanked [member="Jor Kvall"] and his Kvalls mopped up the straggling forces that attempted to hold the beach without much trouble. Shock troops overran the bulkheads and gunned down the Stormtroopers with swiftness and brutal efficiency- and heavier armor, which never hurt.

Mandalorians rallied with woops and hollers that rattled the battlefield, throwing up scraps of off-white plasteel and standard issue carbines as they carved a swath through the Imperial ranks. Australis sent his most cutthroat forces to get this job done, and they did not disappoint.

When they pushed forward to reinforce the city perimeter, Alkor lagged slightly behind to coordinate the assault with elements high above the ground. "We have the beach," he called across the comms to [member="Flash Australis"] as he jogged at a brisk pace. "As long as you hold out and don't let any unexpected guests take our flanks, we should be able to hold it."

He watched his HUD for moving glyphs that signified various troop elements on the field, mentally noting where the most traffic was and plotting his advance around the areas with low volume. [member="Kaine Australis"] had moved to reinforce the Queen and hopefully extract her, so ensuring that he made it out safely was paramount.

"Australis, I'm sending you the street layout and my route to you."

Short and sweet, and the man could make decisions based on the new information.

Kay-Larr · Oct 14, 2018

Location: Kay's Office, Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Silfe Sosuri"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Luther Ando"]

Effie was sticking close and in behind. That was good. That was safer. Time had indeed run out, and the office was getting quite crowded. Maybe it was time to leave it.

And then it happened. Kyrel grabbed hold of Silfe, holding her by the throat, demanding that Kay show herself. Was he expecting some woman in a jeweled gown to appear? Sadly, he'd be disappointed. She wore her light armour this night, in anticipation of these events. Something that she was very glad for.

"I am Queen Arenais, and you had better let her go!! I am the Master and Ruler of this house, this planet! Obey my commands or you will regret it!" She was growing angry, but had to keep it under control. In one move she could strike him down, just as she did to some of the Sith Imperial guards that lay dead on the floor already.

But all of those thoughts disappeared the moment that Kaine came crashing into her office quite literally! Fortunately she was already away from the center of her office. Her eyes were drawn skyward to the hole in the ceiling. "M-my office..." Kaine's armoured suit was much bigger than the other one she saw him in. Guess he wanted to make a big impression. "Get my staff out of here first. Get them to safety, please." She didn't want to be the first to leave the Palace, not when so many lives were at stake.

The Colonel's voice and image reappeared. She looked over to it while he gave his demands, his ultimatums. Just what was going on out there at the First Order Embassy? Did the Colonel not realize that she was in no place to command forces or the citizenry?

She had to get out of here. There was too much chaos for her to think. "Kaine, the First Order are about to declare war on Commenor if I don't try to stop the attack at their Embassy. But I can't access a public channel to relay the message to my people. Not here."

Were the Jedi using this liberation as an excuse to attack their enemies? Or was that all coincidental. Up until now, the First Order had been neutral towards them. And now it had seemed as though that had changed.

If Kay were to find out that two Knights of Ren were here, then she'd of really have some changes to make in regards to the relationship between the First Order and Commenor.

Cenn Kothari · Oct 14, 2018

Location: Near the Embassy Entrance
Objective: Impatiently waiting for something to light the powder keg's fuse.
Allies: SJO/Commenor/NR [member="Dysnomia"]
Enemies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member=Seto Du Couteau]
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Watching the fireworks ignite from the crane left the Mandalorian on edge. Here he was, clothed in simple garb and wielding an Alliance rifle, as death rained down on another part of the city. The sudden realization of mortality flashed in his mind before he brushed it away, only mourning the fact that he was not another beskar-clad berserker like his people.

But like his people he had inherited their bull-headedness. As a commanding voice broke over the crowd coming from a severe First Order officer, one that could only be their commanding officer during this crisis, his blood began to churn, as if coal had been added to a boiler's furnace.

The Pathfinder had nothing against the First Order, they did what they thought was right as did he. Yet, like the situation surrounding them, the beskar-less Mandalorian was an open flame crying out for fuel. As he raised his own speaker up to his mouth, preparing to utter another set of idiotic words in response, a voice broke his concentration as fluttering hands caught his attention.

“Hey there, you! You over there. I’m not cowering!”

Turning his full attention to the figure his face softened. "That is the spirit-" Started the man before clamping down on his tongue. The individual was young, though he could not place their specific age, but young enough by his standards. Since a boy Cenn learned to fight under the tutelage of the scorching furnace known as his mother, only honing those rudimentary skills with the years he spent in the Alliance's then prestigious military. This one? For all he knew they were a soft Commenori- At least until they began to conjure the foul and green dark sorcery beyond the brute's comprehension.

"Get out of here, you- ah-" He hesitated. "Just don't get yourself shot, eh?" Kneeling to pick up a loose stone he slung the rifle, motioning for the teen to join him. "Stuff like this always sours quickly, 'less somethin' changes soon. These boys-" he said patting the nearest New Republic soldier he could find,"Provided more than enough heat. And the Jedi of course."

Asaraa Vaashe · Oct 14, 2018

Location: The Outskirt's off Chasin City
Obective: Kick the Sith off Commenor
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"]

He was cute when he got flustered like that, Caedyn’s mouth opened and closed like a fish’s for a moment. The sight of the normally put together boy struggling to find something to say brought a smile to Asaraa’s lips. She didn’t quite know when she’d chosen to kiss his cheek like that out of the blue, the action had just felt right to her…and to be honest it had been something that she’d been thinking about now and then. Judging from the doe caught in a headlight’s look on Caedyn’s face it hadn’t been something he’d been expecting, but then someone had to be the one to keep him on his toes and shake him up a little right?

The two had been stuck together for weeks, but even before that, she’d always genuinely enjoyed his company, though perhaps the fact that her instincts had carried her forward just now meant that it was more than that? The curve of the girl’s lips shifted into a wry look, a self-deprecating laugh almost escaping her lips, this was perhaps one of those situations where she should really take her own advice. She’d told Caedyn not to worry about the future but to focus on surviving the moment, and here she was being caught up in a mess of her own thoughts worrying about the future herself. The girl shifted her eyes across, offering the boy a smile as she let her grip tighten on her weapons, she just had to make sure the both of them survived the day so that they could talk about this later.

Which, now he pointed out the fact that other force users were probably already in the area, which explained the eddies she could sense swirling through the force. Still, “Going in all guns blazing? Now that I can do, anyone between here and the palace, they won’t even know what hit them,” she agreed. It was perhaps the simplest of strategies, but the oldies were goldies and this one was popular because it worked. “Shall we?”

Tathra Khaeus · Oct 14, 2018

Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
Objective: Advertise
Enemies: Everyone | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | others?
Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Reflexes took hold as Tathra fired his rifle, blasting away a swoop bike as one fired at his calv; attempting to thrust by his weakened side and knock him down. Ambushed prey was always the most desperate. Next, there was fire from the sky. A small grouping of fighters shaped like x's, opened fire on the Bryn'adûl. The fire immediately cut one down, and it was clear their feast of heated ion was coming for him.

Primal eyes saw the Jedi make his move before he did, side stepping the bike was easy. His size made any movement largely more effortless when against smaller beings, regardless of the Jedi's heightened reflexes the speed of the bike made any action a commitment.

Tathra's trigger hand struck out as the Bike passed him, the force elevating his bodies fortitude as to avoid the speed of the bike transferring to his arm and ripping flesh from bone. Instead, there was a horrible crunch as the rider's throat hit his throttle first and his body spun like a missile forward as Tathra turned on his heel, hefting the swoop bike like a shield as the fire from the Mandalorian fighters came at him. He placed his rifle now held in his left hand against the Swoop bike, steadying a fierce stream of heavy bolts towards one of the fighters as the Swoop bike absorbed a few bolts of solar fire.

Another brute dropped, his chassis like a charred piece of coal. However the squadron of fighters did not escape unscathed, one lost its wings; crashing into another as it imploded due to reactor damage. The second came down, half smoking and engulfed in flame. Hurled down at the Jedi and Bryn'adûl as if god had been winding up to swing.

"[Dravalan]: Cover..!"

It was an instinctual command, however unnecessary as the Brutes had equal instinct, using their thrusters to near effortlessly remove themselves from the crash unscathed.

Luther Lewis · Oct 14, 2018

Location: Palace.
Objective: Assist the Ren.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, Charric Pistol, Stun Baton.
Engaging: [member="Kaine Australis"]

The trail of destruction was easy to follow, but as he ventured deeper and deeper into the palace, his nerves grew worse. He jumped at nearly every sound, particularly the sound of distant battles.

He ran through the battle plan in his head. 'Meet up with the Ren’ he thought. ‘Help them secure the queen’. He wouldn’t normally be much use compared to force-users, but with this armour he had some chance at least. The armour would keep him invisible to all but the most sophisticated sensors. He just needed to keep moving, so that the enemy wouldn’t spot the tell-tale shimmer of the camouflage. And to not get hit, which would disrupt the field. Or kill him. ‘Not a strong plan, really’ Luther thought.

An almighty crash resounded through the building, prompting Luther to throw caution to the wind. He broke into a sprint, rounding a corner and travelling up a flight of stairs.

His run ended abruptly as he spotted the hole. He skidded, barely stopping himself from tumbling down to the floor below. Windmilling his arms, he tottered backwards, away from the opening. Breathing hard, he moved back over towards the hole, curious to see what he’d stumbled upon. His stomach sank as he took in the scene below.

The room was crowded, so much that it was difficult to identify who was who. Nevertheless, he spotted some key players. Kyrel, a senior Ren was facing down a large swathe of foes. Behind him, Luther thought he spied another Ren, battling in the tunnels. The Queen was here, which was no doubt a focal point for those within the room. She was surrounded by an eclectic group: servants, a Jedi, Mandolorians and…

‘I’ve found the monster’ Luther thought grimly. There was some sort of armoured creation next to the queen. Clearly this was the cause of the destruction throughout the palace. It looked lethal.

He was debating the best way to infiltrate when the armoured being charged Kyrel. Luther's muscles sprang into action, even as his mind began to panic. He leapt into the hole, flying through the empty space and landing atop the charging Mandolorian with a loud clank. Those looking onward would see nothing as Luther fell, but those sensitive to the force would no doubt sense his entrance. Luther hands flew out, scrabbling for handholds near the head and shoulders.

Perched on the monster’s back, Luther pulled his stun baton from belt and proceed to bash the helmet with the weapon. Realising that each strike would release an electric shock, he attempted to push the weapon into the neck of monster. Hopefully there the plates would be thin, and he could hurt the beast.

Coren Starchaser · Oct 14, 2018

There was a war, Sith, Ren, the dark side was all over this planet. That was why he was here. Why he brought the team he did. The dark side needed to be pushed back, and while he preferred to be in the air, he knew his skillset and Jedi capabilities were more useful on the planet. The Force was something he could command even from a fighter but he couldn’t slow down one Sith that way. If he was on the ground, he could grab attention of one fighter and stop them, giving the others time to accomplish their tasks. Riding the swoop, he was seeing the city go by and could tell the fight was going on.

But he wasn’t looking forward to where the fight was. Just where he needed to be. The Jedi was here to help defend the Queen. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it. Looking around, he reached out to the team, nudging them on in the Force before activating his commlink. “Dvale, Zadira, Jade, keep getting to that Palace. Going to slow these… things down.”

The Jedi brought his swoop down to a slow, turning off the road he was on and heading down a side alley. Parking the bike, he hopped off, grabbing his rifle and approaching the corner. Reaching out to the Force, the Jedi was not hiding, but he was trying to track the monster’s movement.

What was this thing? Could he fight it/ He knew he had to try.

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