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

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Outskirts of Chasin City
Objective: To aid Commoner's people
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: none at this posting
Posts: 4



It had been an arduous trek through the subterranean utility tunnels, mainly when passing under Chasin City.
The Northern school district by which Marina, the school staff and help had started from had to pass under the main hub of the City to get to the Southern portion of the subterranean utility infrastructure. it was where there were ships...hidden ships for her and many other pilots were to use to evacuate the children, the future of Commenor from the war zone.

"There, there...don't cry....don't cry.
We're here...no more walking....we're here." She tried comforting some of the children. It had been so hard for the little ones, walking, even being carried all that distance. But it had been the only way for many like their groups. Sure, there were other evac plans in effect all over Commenor. Just that the one Marina had been asked to partake in, happened to be using the utility tunnels and passageways that ran underground. And it had for the most part been required for them to travel underground from the Northern school district to the Southern outskirt of the city....all underground and many more kilometers than can be expected of children to travel. But they did...all of them. They had too.

Naturally just before the last kilometer, they were met with resistance help in the tunnels. This had come way after just about all the children and the adults passes what was their limit. Marina along with mush of the help had carried two children each and miraculously the children that were tagging along holding on to them all made it too.
Of course, there were a few stop overs to rest for a moment or two. This included switching children that were carried to walking and visa-versa along the way with no rest to the adults and teens that were helping.
It were Godsend when the resistance finally met them a kilometer from their destination.

It certainly alleviated the load on everyone, but it still were not easy by no means. All the children were beyond tiredness and the ones that were carried fell asleep so readily. The entire journey underground had taken 11 hours with only an accumulative rest time of less than an hour. And that included bathroom breaks/accidents, water/snack breaks and comforting the crying children that were beyond tiredness. But they had all prevailed.

"Oh my God...we were like just under the bombardments for awhile. I don't know how the walls didn't come down, but they didn't.." Marina explained to one of the resistant help that was now hefting two children while she was now carrying one and fast asleep in her arms.

"I don't want to ask how it's fairing up there...I don't....but how does it look in getting ships off Commenor?" She asked, for she was here not just to help the children get across subterranean to the designated ships, but also to pilot one of them. Most of all the good Commenor pilots were up there fighting the sith . Marina not being a fighter, as she was a pacifist but a damn good pilot, was perfect for what the resistance and Commenor needed to get their children evacuated from the fighting and off planet.
It was uncertain as to how long this push were to take or how long the sith would continue to fight until it were no longer in their favor to do so. But what had been planned was for the children to get off world until it were all over...in Commenor's favor of course.

The last kilometer to the underground facility that had the waiting crafts seemed to be a breeze compared to the previous last few hours they had trekked on their own. But a breeze was far from it. Just that with fresh help, it did boost the adults stamina and outlook for they were nearly at their destination.

More and more resistant people came to meet them. News of other districts were also looking good and many tears of joy were shed by many. As it could be expected, two adults rushed toward their group as they entered the underground facility. They were parent/ family members of two of the children in their group. And these two adults also also embraced their children's classmates, for they knew them also. These little reunites brought much relief and tears on everyone. All the children in their groups were well for the most part, aside from being tired and missing their parents. For those, there was little marina and everyone could do but assure them that they would be reunited with their parents and loved ones. Only now, they had to get to the ships and off world.

"Looking for a Marina DeVoe...
Marina DeVoe, is she among you?" One of the uniformed men came asking, just before they all reached the open chamber to the underground facility.

"Over here..." She popped her head up among the crowd, with a child in arm.

The man rushed over to her. "Lady DeVoe...yes..yes, of course." He seemed to recognize her, most likely from a list they had.
"Please, here let me take the child...come please follow me. Your ship's almost ready."

"W...what do you mean almost? I thought they were all ready and waiting?"

"They are...most of them anyway. You have to understand that these are old vessels..." he continued to talk and walk at a brisk pace carrying the child now.


"OH MY GOD!..." Marina exclaimed as she entered the main underground hangar.

The facility was for the most part makeshift and the ships she could make out hadn't been manufactured or possibly flown for decades, if not centuries.

"They aren't as bad as they look. we've been working on them since the invasion. i think we got many of them spaceworthy." he then gulped.

"You think?!...You mean you don't know for sure?..gasp." Marina had to put her hand over her mouth.

"So far, our pressurized tests seem to indicate they are mostly in decent hermetic shape. Pretty much sound as far as we figure....I'm sorry, it's just that it's all we have to work with. Every able craft is currently battling the sith. These are all that Commenor can spare.

Marina walked up to the closest ship. It was a relic.
"No, that one is not ready at all. We've taken to cannibalize it for parts.." He then motioned to the other vessels.

Marina's stomach sunk so low, she almost lost her balance as her knees almost buckled. These were meant for evacuating children?
Oh good God...if She was looking down on their poor pathetic souls, She's wish them luck. Marina hadn't prayed to Berkana in quite some time...not after Alderaan and most of the free and peaceful systems were ravaged by the sith. But now she silently asked Berkana to help them...to help the children...Commenor's little angels. It was God's duty to help them, or so marina silently insistently prayed.

"Your ship..." He pointed to the one in the far end.
"It's an old Trade federation ship..but it has tested OK.
Just that the navigation computer is....is...ahem...off a bit."

"The nav comp is...off.... a bit?" She slowly repeated what she wished she hadn't heard.

You...you have to do the calculations yourself, as it can't be programmed.
I....I was told that if anyone can fly this ship out of the system, that it'd be someone like you...lady DeVoe." His clompliment had been scripted and he delivered it knowing she knew.

"Sigh....Sure." She replied, closing her eyes, more speaking to Berkana, the Creator of all Heaven and earths.
"Yes. I'll get this ship out of the system... with or without your blessing."

"Excuse me Lady DeVoe?" the officer asked " My prayers are with you and the children..."

Marina opened her eyes and turned to the man with the sleeping child still in his hand.
"Yes, I know that. I was just having a little tiff with God herself...." She replied.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Stepping around the corner, Starchaser was able to see a bit more than he was hoping to. The Jedi Master would focus his efforts on stalling the dark siders heading towards the Palace. Primarily using his powers to manipulate energy and the light of the Force, he peaked around the corner again, maser shotgun in hand. Swirling the Force around him, the man called up a barrier around him, and unlike most, this one was glowing. Nothing about Coren Starchaser using the Force was subtle. At one time a member of the Underground, he knew how to handle himself to be sneaky, but with the monster he found out on that road?

No need to try to be subtle.

Well armed and well armored, his opposition was coming for him and he was going to have to use the barrier. But the monster was running towards him. With his rifle out, he should have been ready but the monster was moving a bit too fast for him. Other of his strike team were moving to greet the enemies. Watching the monster slay through Jedi, the Master slipped his rifle onto his back again. Pulling out the lightsaber and calling the Force to him, he stepped out onto the street.

He left the guard down, knowing he needed to concentrate on what was going on before him. The dark ultramarine blade glowing on the streets. Looking at the monster, the Jedi pushed the Force out, assisting his voice to call out.

“Bring yourself to a Master of the Light, foul beast.”

Objective: Defend the route to the Palace​

Location: Streets​

Tags: [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] @Zylah Vdale​

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe knew threats when she saw them. The Sith [member="Kyrel Ren"] was certainly that, but as she started to shoot, the Queen of Commenor ordered her to stop. She did so without hesitation and @Ariealla Veraldi used her force abilities to throw the gun from SIlfe's hand which had already stopped firing. It had happened in a span of a second, but there it was. Silfe would always follow the orders of [member="Lady Kay"]. She didn't understand why Lady Kay would allow the sith to stand and try to hurt her or take her, but the woman did not need understanding to obey her queen's command.

Before she could say or do anything further, she was pulled to Kyrel's waiting hand. It enclosed her small neck and she felt them tighten, biting into her skin and choking her. This was hardly the first time she had been at a man's mercy in this way. And had it been two years ago, before she had been kidnapped and tortured, Silfe would have merely waited until the blackness came and possibly fall to the dark permanently, however, the woman at his mercy was not the same as she had been before. Though she could not remember most of what happened to her during her time away, a part of her knew it. The scars of two years were etched on her bones and locked into the memories of her mind. Consciously, she could do nothing but feel the intense post traumatic stress from the fear his hand and intention caused.

All he would likely feel from her is her fear, great and thick and overpowering, because what happened next was not a conscious choice and no intention could be divulged on her part. Plus, [member="Kaine Australis"]'s entrance was dramatic and definitely distracting to a level in which [member="Darlyn Excron"] could be proud. Her fingers clawed at his hand, trying to dislodge them though she knew it was no use. Her heart rate quickened as she felt the suffocation. She knew so well what would happen next and unlike her father, this man did not care if he killed her. As it had with her glass during her visit with Jairdain, Silfe's Force Ability took hold of her unexpectedly and lashed out through her emotional state. The more intense her emotions, the more intense and explosive the blast. (Force Repulse.)

Her fingers flung from his hand covering her throat as the intensity of the energy left her in a rush in an outward burst towards the man who threatened her life. Being unprepared for it herself, there was no way for her to warn Kaine or keep this explosion from happening.

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Allies: [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Seto"] De Counteau | [member="Omari Vyken"] | @Manfried von Donitz | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Luther Ando"]
People: [member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | @Dysomia
Enemies: [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Cenn Kothari"]
Objective: Enact Graush Directive
Location: "War Room", First Order Embassy
Music: Der Krieg ist aus | Stephan Zacharias (x)

"Colonel!" Agent Foyle barked, the Colonel lost his footing a little, and nearly slipped down and into the garden below. The Agent beckoned him over, "Sir, we have a New Republic officer on the line." She continued. Good, perhaps he could get some answers. "One Colonel Fuga sir." Makarev dropped the megaphone, and it let out a whine, reverberating through the darkened room. Foyle finished calibrating a transceiver, and handed it to Makarev, who put it up to his ear. He listened, and was quite intrigued. Had Dosuun organised such an intervention? It buoyed him.

Makarev decided to extend his thanks, albeit in a cautious and conservative manner. He didn't entirely trust the Republic. His history as a One Sith soldier taught him that. But again, if this was genuine, the Republic had laid their necks on the line for the Order. Particularly, in front of the Silver Jedi. "I appreciate the reinforcements Colonel." The officer growled over the microphone, "I do hope that should out paths cross again," He continued, "That we are able to...." His voice dropped off, as he watched, cascading from the heavens, First Order vessels on the holographic display. "Repay the favour." He continued, "The dignity you have offered me and my men is insurmountable. Makarev out." He then gestured to Foyle, "What's that?"

"Captain Manfried von Dontz, Colonel." Foyle informed him, keying in the broadcast key. "It appears we're going to get out of here on schedule." Makarev was buoyed again. He could get out of this godforsaken place. He listened to Captain's transmissions through the speakers, and clenched his jaw shut. This was it. This was their way out. But there was work that needed to be done. The First Order could not leave, yet. Makarev absent mindlessly adjusted his cap.

They had been gifted an opportunity. Perhaps the Republic would turn on them, eventually. But even then, they could get the women, and children out in the interim. Action must be swift, and brutal. "Send an all clear signal to the cellar, and panic room." The Colonel commanded, "Civilians will be our top priority." he ordered, "Perimeter defences are not to weaken." He added, "But," He then looked at the two agents, "I will need to have Graush protocol enacted." He then pulled a cigar from his pocket, and lit it up.

"We are to leave nothing behind. Nothing." He reiterated quite forcefully before he then took a drag. Konstantin's tired eyes fluttered as he breathed out. Sweet intoxication helping his relief. "However, do ensure to inform the good Captain to leave transports in the system, ready for our operatives on the ground." he continued, letting smoke waft in the air, "I do not intend on leaving any man behind."

Makarev swifly exited the War Room, his commands already being followed. An FOSB officer, with a flamethrower was now torching documents, a wave of warmth washing over him. A brief peek into what had been the FOSB section chiefs office revealed that terminals were being smashed to the ground, their glass screens shattered. Data banks, fried with succinct blaster bolts, or at the very least backed up, and then passed to agents who in turn ran through the corridors. Their destination? Unknown. Makarev continued along his path, winding up a staircase, before reaching the roof. It was there, he watched the transports. He looked at the troopers, "Civilians are up first, make sure they're taken care of." He barked to the assembled troopers. It was then, as if on cue, they arrived.

First were the children. The youngest, but a newborn, huddled in the bosom of his mother. Makarev approached, and through a matter of minutes, guided them to their destinations. Children were lead in with their parents, before the shuttles were then sealed, allowing for quick transportation to the signs of order which clung above. Already, Makarev began to calculate the next group to be bought up. He knew it would be a long job. A tough one. But, now, hopefully, his time on this godforsaken hellhole would be at an end.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

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

Enemies: The Sith Empire, Team Imperial.​

Objective: Reach the Palace Grounds.​

Location: Chasin City Polytech.​

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

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"C'mon, it's not like I plan for these things to happen..." Caedyn argued with a bit of a smile as the pair of them began into the Poly-technic School Grounds. The main facility was massive and a marvel of technological and modern decor/style. It'd been years since Caedyn had been there himself, not since before he left Commenor with [member="Asha Hex"] to join the other Je'daii. Honestly, this seemed like the better option than going through the heart of Chasin City, which sounded like it was being overrun with weapons-fire and the general hell of warfare. "We need to get to Mom as fast as we can, right? These grounds go on for quite a way and we can bypass the City center...", part of him felt a little guilty for prioritizing his Mom over the rest of the city but it was about the chain of command right? If the head of government is secure and the Sith eventually pushed back, then Commenor would be theirs. Caedyn didn't want to think about the consequences, otherwise.

So far they'd been extremely fortunate, perhaps verging on miraculous, given that they were making a good pace and had yet to get pinned down by any of the enemy forces in the area. Caedyn had figured they'd run into a patrol of some sort by now but much of the streets were already torn up or cracked and damage from what seemed to be evidence of fighting that had occurred before they'd got there. Caedyn's feelings fueled his pace that much more, his focusing on not yet being in on the fight and feeling as though he should be doing more, caused his frustrations to rise and it was obviously having an ill affect on his patience and general awareness as he'd stopped looking over his shoulder and picked up a little more speed.

"We can't be far off once we're out of here, one more block and then we should be seeing the Palace grounds...".

Spoiler

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Silfe Sosuri"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Dorin Arkx"] | [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kyyrk]

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

To say the fight was going well was a lie. But, to say it was going poorly wasn't entirely accurate either. In fact, were it not for Sith troopers taking pot-shots at Dorin and the Spectre, Dorin might have gained the upper hand. As it was, Dorin was having to delay destroying the spectre in order to eliminate some of the small arms fire around the area. The fight had pushed all the way to the edge of the shield, which was proving rather hazardous. Dorin could hardly see from the smoking components in his helmet, fried when a trooper shoulder-checked Dorin and shoved him into the field. The Beskar Chitin on his right arm was black and smoldering, though unbreached. Dorin, however, was not against using this tactic himself. He grabbed a Sith Trooper by the shoulders, and shoved him into the shield wall. The soldier's lesser-quality armor did not withstand the energy wall, and his body soon crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Dorin ducked a swing from his own sword, and flipped backwards across the ground over the lightsaber that followed close behind. He opened a comm channel. "Einon, it's Dorin..." He backstepped to avoid another lunge from the sword, and brought his left forearm up to block the lightsaber, the cuts and mars suggesting that he best finish this confrontation sooner than later. "What beasts were led in here have been dealt with." Dorin parried the blade off to the side and unleashed a blast of force energy into the spirit, sending it flying backwards. He reached out with the force and immediately ripped his sword from the thing's grip. "All the fighting seems to have stirred up a spectre. There aren't any Sith Lords buried here, are there?"

Not exactly something he expected Einon to know, but didn't hurt to ask. He paused, looking off at the Spectre. Bits and pieces of armor were stripping from the nearby troops, and forming around the spectre. Soon, a titan of patchwork armor stood before Dorin, lightsaber in hand. And for perhaps the first time in his life since becoming a hunter, Dorin felt afraid. Dorin knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, this was no mindless berserker. The armor, despite being comprised of scraps and fabrics, bore an uncanny resemblance to the Sith Armors of the old wars. Whatever this...thing...was, it was intelligent. It was deliberate. And it was trying to kill him. "This is Dorin Arkx to any personnel able and willing to assist, there is a rogue Sith present in the warehouse district. Requesting assistance immediately."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

It hurt
Her chest hurt
Blood leaked from her helmet in small drops

Yet she continued walking despite the fact she likely had a severe injury to her chest. Sound sof battle reached her ears defeated however by her fouls until she come across a patrol

Eyes met
Weapons went up
And hell let loose

Her sabers were out instantly as she blocked q few back and moved back before running into a building and ducked inside as she deactivated her sabers drawing a pistol and her sword. Pressing to a wall she took a depe bretah hearing fast footsteps that slowed and stopped before silent commands were used and the patrol split up in the building

She felt them moving yet she couldnt focus enough on the force to pinpoint them....game of care and mouse had begun...question was, who was the cat? Who was the mouse?

The answer? There was no cat
Only a dragon and pests

Two rounded the corner, only to stop when he rhelemt clinked off the ground and rolled to their feet, slowly looking up as their heated around them fire reached out towards them engulfing them as they screamed and started patting at their armor before leaving the room running out. The other three turned towards where they ran from and watched in horror as flames followed the giant armored twilek covered in flames that seemed to not affect her even a slightest. Rapid blaster fire could be heard alongside shouting as they dumped all they could right at her only to be deflected by a saber, three bolts thrown back at them hits their blasters causing them to stumble back as she slowly moved forward.

my turn


She uttered, reached her hands out she lifted pieces of rubble that began splitting into smaller pieces, looking them in the eye she flicked them towards the remaining three that screamed before they were silenced

The clinking of armor could be heard, out from the flames walked the dragon as the building collapsed behind her, walking forward again

Did she here someone calling her from beyond?

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Southern Distric of Chasin City
Objective: To evacuate children off Commenor
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: just NPCs
Posts: 5



The ship itself wasn't in too terrible a shape. Actually, Marina kind of raised an eyebrow as to it's condition despite it's age.

It were an old Trade Federation vessel, most likely dating back to the Separatists. It wasn't a question as to how it wound up on Commenor, but more as to how were it not scrapped and recycled.

"It had been used a decade ago for nearly a Century as a local merchant transport. Records have it going off line..the main nav comp a decade ago and just never been off world ever since.
Up until the sith attacked, it was used more of a merchant vessel doing it's run between the Norther and Southern hemisphere...mostly retail, food deliveries..." The officer went on to explain.

"So it does fly..." Marina's voice toned in some hope.

"Oh yes..yes, it flies alright. I think it is one of our best hermetic ships down here. Just that with a dead nav comp, it will be quite a task in getting it out of the system without a jump. That is, without a computed jump.
I...Ahem.." He cleared his throat. "..we were told that if anyone can manually calculate a jump in flight, that it would be you, Lady DeVoe."

"Oh?..like who?" She were curious, as she had no clue as to whom it may be that vouched for her.

"Friends..." He nodded.

"Friends?"

"Friends." He replied.

"I see...." She nodded, understanding that names should not be named unless it were pertinent to a said mission. It were how the resistance worked. Loose lips brought down ships.

"There are children at stake here you know..."

"Yes...that is why you are here, Lady DeVoe."

Marina turned not quite understanding as to their confidence in her. Hell, she at this moment was struggling from pissing in her pants, she was so scared. Scared for the children. Scared that if she did fly this thing that everything that could go wrong would go wrong. But what else , who else would evacuate the children if there were no other sharp and battle hardened fighter pilots to do it? Her?
"Berkana, why are you testing me..." She silently asked God.

There was no reply, as there never was. Seemed it always were a one way conversation she had with God.
The sound of the children's cries in the background were the answer she needed. Not from Berkana, but from the little angels here on this earth.
"Yea, I can get this ship out of this system." She nodded, taking control of her breathing. Oh, she was angry. Angry at God, the sith, her father even for grounding her ship the Mariner IV. With her own ship, she could guarantee the safety of these children. With this old Federation ship...well, if Berkana was not with her, then God best stay out of her way.

"What's the blockage looking like?" YES!, she were now thinking like a pilot.

"Our forces and allies are keeping them quite busy up there. You'll be among the many... hopefully since it's not engaging, it won't be one of their primary targets.
The ship by the way is stripped of armament....and defense shields. There was no need for a local freighter, as it was being used to require it to remain armed. Although we did cannibalize somewhat of a shield generator from the ship you first came upon down here. It should provide adequate protection from debri." he went on to fill her in of the ship's current technical standing.

"Debri...
What about laser fire?"

"Laser fire, maybe. Turbo lasers, I'm not too certain. It'll all depend on what you draw from the drives. Everything runs off the drives. "

"I want speed, I get speed but not much of shields. Get shields but sacrifice performance..." Marina iterated what he was not trying to disclose.

"Yes..." His eyes couldn't bare look into hers.
"It's all we have. I'm sorry Lady DeVoe."

Rumble...rumble... the distant sound of the war on the surface was getting near.

"Then it'll have to do.
Now...is there an escape pod or two, on the ship?"

"Escape pods?..er, no. They were taken out a decade ago as it was reasoned that it wouldn't be able to navigate out of the system and only used for goods and local transportation. Besides, there wouldn't have been enough pods for all the children, lady DeVoe." he replied, wondering as to why she was concerned about escape pods. The ship had been stripped of them long ago. And even so, they were for just the crew.

"No, I wasn't thinking of the children in the pods." Hell if it had to come to that. No way. She had full intentions of getting them off this battle stricken world.

"Oh?" He looked at her like maybe he was wrong about her. That she only were thinking of herself in case of trouble.

"OK look....do you have spare fuel cells?...liquid fuel cells?...anything of a sizable mass that can be magnetically attached to the aft?" She asked, now giving the subterranean hangers a look. There were many odd shaped things, machinery and-
"Say, what are those?" She then pointed to the corner.

"Those are discarded crates-" He was saying to where he thought she were pointing to before she stopped him.

"No no... those things to the left of the crates! Those cylindrical thing-a-ma-jigs. They look heavy enough..." it were the best she could describe them, for they seemed to have enough of the mass she thought she could use to attach to the aft of the vessel.

"Why those are ...seismic bombs, Lady DeVoe." He replied quite confused. Why was she pointing at some old relics that for the most part couldn't be used against the sith even by the resistance. No way they were going to drop seismic bombs on their own cities and populations. If ever they struck the sith on their own world, that would be a different story.

"They are quite useless in these modern battles, as they aren't guided...they are just dropped, really....why do you ask?"

"Get two magnetically attached to the aft of the ship. Run the control release up to the bridge. " She took a few steps toward them once he had revealed what they were.

"I don't understand what you intend to do. Your objective is to get our children off this system and into a safe zone, not take them on a bombing run."

"Silly soldier. These seismic bombs will assure that I get the children safely away from Commor space." Marina replied, then made a silent peace with God, thanking her for this gift.
"Berkana in the Highest..." Marina silently praised God in prayer.

Seemed God was indeed present and somehow inspiring her.

"Lets get the children boarded and get two of those seismic bombs attached to the aft of the ship.
Then get me synched up with someone up there in space that can coordinate me with a launch window." Marina's frown had turned upside down.
NOW she had a plan....a real plan.

"NOW please!..." What was the man standing about looking at her like she had two heads?

"Y..yes, mam...er, Lady DeVoe." The officer nodded and scrambled to relay her instructions.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Queen's Office
Objective: Capture or Eliminate [member="Lady Kay"]
Enemies: [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Silfe Sosuri"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
Allies: [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"]
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff, Raiment of the Vigilant

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Kyrel held the woman tightly by the throat, slowly choking the life out of the woman, as he looked to the Queen who had dare demanded that he listened to her. As if she was an entitled spoiled brat. He let out a cruel laugh, as he kept his eyes locked on her. She was the main target that he was after. "Are you really in a position to demand anything of me... You have broken your treaties with the Imperials, attacked the First Imperial Embassy. You are nothing more than a symbol of terrorism that must be dealt with accordingly Queen Arenais." Raising his blade to her, he felt the woman he was clutching try to break through the armored gloves he was wearing, but it was no use he wouldn't let go unless she found some way out, or if he demanded it.

One of the politicians at least from what he had seen and thought, perhaps a servant begged for Kyrel to let the woman go. He ignored her but found himself laughing once more as the Jedi threatened him. "A defender of peace you say... Your kind is nothing more than hypocrites to the Light. You say you are servants of peace, yet you slaughter, kill and bastardize such a name. You are no defender of peace, but the very thing you have sworn to destroy. If you risk giving into anger over the death of someone. I implore you to do so as I would have beaten you." In that moment a Mandalorian appeared along with Super Commandos. He once more found himself gritting his teeth in anger at the sudden interruption, and the arrival of more obstacles in his path.

"Unexpected... But not unwelcome." Kyrel found himself now raising the Harbinger against the Mandalorian, as he was now flanked by Super Commandos. Even more, pests to get past of course. As the lead Mandalorian attempted to grab him, he was about to throw the woman at him, but then was unprepared by the arrival of what he assumed as a First Imperial. Dropping from above to land on the Mandalorian in an attempt to stop him with a stun baton. Although thankful by the arrival of the agent, yet he felt something that he didn't expect. The woman now radiated with the Force. It was as if it was an untapped welspring of power. She unleashed a violent explosion.. A technique that even he had not attempted in a long time. Force Repulse. The resulting explosion looked as if it was a bubble of Force Energy before that energy was released, sending Kyrel flying back, his Lightsaber falling out of his hands and onto the floor releasing the woman and sending both him and the Mandalorian apart. "Ugh..." Slowly getting up, he pulled his Lightsaber to him, reactivating one of the blades. Feeling the intense rage as well as the pain once more.

Tired of such games, and not wishing to toy with his prey any longer he started to move forward, slowly harnessing his rage using it as a conductor. The rage was used to then send out a Force Wave, a Telekinetic blast of energy that affected everyone around him, the main target was the Queen sending her to the balcony in an attempt to drive her from the room, with him not following far behind as to separate them both for the confrontation that had both awaited them.

 

[Kay-Larr]

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


Kay's eyebrows rose as Kyrel spout forth his obscure viewpoint on the events that had transpired. "I did not break the treaty, it was the Sith Imperials that had done so. And I am trying to contain what's going on at the Embassy." He spoke of her being a symbol of terrorism to be dealt with. A chill ran down her spine as she thought of what that could mean. Coupled with the Colonel's words, she knew that there was going to be much work to do when this was over. That is if she manages to regain her freedom to do so.

The shockwave from Silfe's unexpected Force use, caused her to raise her arms up to shield her head. The Mandalorians in front of her did well to block her from harm with their bodies. Kay looked to Effie, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "The moment that you can see an opening, make a break for it and don't look back. Keep the umbrella with you and use it to protect yourself. This is getting worse by the second." At least Silfe appeared to be free.

Kay spoke too soon though. It did indeed get worse by the second. Kyrel sent forth a Force Wave, sending her, Effie and the Mandalorians guarding her towards the balcony. She didn't need to skid to a halt as the railing caught her. Whomever this Darksider was, he seemed hell bent on going after her. And he wasn't afraid to kill others to do it. He nearly killed Silfe.

Taking a breath, Kay climbed on top of the railing and jumped down. It was 4 stories down to the grass below, yet her suit of light armour did well to prevent her from breaking any bones. Still, she rolled with the momentum, moving herself away from the Palace's exterior. Once on her feet, she grabbed hold of her lightsaber, looking up to the balcony to see if Kyrel would follow.

And that was when she saw it. The Resolute or at least part of it entered the atmosphere. Parts of it was engulfed in flame. Was that the ship that [member="Veiere Arenais"] was on? The broken ship sailed through the skies on a trajectory bound for the Twin Canyons beyond the fields of the Palace grounds. As soon as that thing would hit, there was bound to be a big shockwave. At least if it managed to hit the Canyons, there'd be far less risk of people dying. The shockwave however, would certainly cause some damage.

Yes, this night was getting worse with each passing second.

 

[Magnus Vizsla]

COMMENOR​

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Legacy Armour Aesthetic / Sidearm / Melee​

Engaging: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]​

Distant Ally: [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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From the wrist rocket, his target was launched backwards and into a pile of rubble. But that first strike enjoyment was short lived, for that heavily armoured soldier was rising back to his feet. Optics in his helmet zoomed in, before returning to normal just as they began charging him from down the street. A volley of slugthrower rounds were sent to meet him first, and he raised an arm over his helmet, and turned to the side to make himself a smaller target. He was struck, numerous times from thighs to midsection, but he was certain the beskar'gam did its job in protecting him.

Drawing the beskad from its sheathe on his hip, his other hand lowered to collect a thermal detonator, clicking its safety mechanism to deactivate it as he rose back up to his feet and lurched forwards to his target. If they sought leaping to the roof was a good idea, they'd find the Mandalorian was quicker, and was capable of jumping higher, his own thruster pack triggering as he aimed to go over the powered armour suit, arm winding backwards before launching it towards a window on the second floor as he momentarily lost sight of the soldier.

Where the feth did he go?

But it didn't matter.

If that Republic soldier went through the first floor, the detonation of the thermal detonator would cause the building to collapse inwards on them. At best killing them underneath the rubble of a collapsing building, or at least damaging them enough that they'd be easy pickings afterwards. If they went to the roof? Well the explosion from the thermal detonator would cause the building to collapse inwards anyway and hopefully consuming them in its savage explosion...

Until then, gravity took hold, and he had to prepare his body for the landing...

 

[Doyle]

Allies: Commenori and their friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order and their friends


Einon continued enroute to the University. He knew exactly where to go. It was a few weeks back that extra food was delivered to Commenor. Of course the people weren't starving by any means, but that was part of the ruse to get what they had needed. Smuggled weapons.

He approached the House of Culinary Arts and placed his hand on the touchpad by the door. The whole area seemed deserted, but Einon figured most were in hiding. Within secods the door slip open and he went inside. As the door shut behind him, the voice of [member="Dorin Arkx"] came through his commlink. He fished it from his pocket. ~I'll be there shortly to turn the shields off.
Hang tight.~ Dorin's second comments caught him off guard. ~Sith spectre? Like a ghost?...I don't know about any Sith buried there. You'd have to check the archives.~ That is if they survived.

He continued down the hall to the storage room. Inside it was full of crates. Einon scanned them, looking for the right symbol. It took a few moments but he found it. A small stamp of the Commenori bird on the planet's flag lay on the corner. Grabbing a crowbar that hung from the wall, he reached the crate and pried it open. Inside were foul smelling root vegetables of a variety of colours. Coughing due to the smell, Einon dug through them until he found what he was looking for; a small backpack with some thermal detonators hidden inside and his favourite weapon Old Reliable. He shouldered the backpack and sealed the crate up again before heading out of the storage room and into fresh air. Einon rummaged through the backpack and took out his charric hand cannon. At least now the odds were a bit even. He readjusted the backpack so that it was supported by both arms through the straps, and then checked on the power cells of his weapon. They still had a full charge. Perfect.

Exiting the University's House of Culinary Arts, he headed back towards the Warehouse District again where Dorin was waiting for him to drop the shields.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

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"]

​A bar of solar blasts from the Mandalorian fighters cut through the building just beyond Tathra. It staggered and moaned as its weight churned against its shattered foundations. Tathra's primal eyes caught simple glimpses of what came from above, massive shapes of heat and boiling fire scorching through the sky. The street quietened as one of his Brutes throat slammed a disarmed Jedi into the ground, crushing his windpipe as blood curled between the broken rocks.

A bellow echoed through the street like an empty quake through the force. It was heroic, feeble and foolish. Tathra turned as eyes engulfed in flame, shadowed by his garish brow observed the man ahead. A jedi, brandishing a standard saber with a deep blue blade. The shades of energy he observed were different however, waves of flaming blue shot out from the weapon to his eyes. Painfully as if waking to a morning sun. His eyes adjusted.

Tathra snarled, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils as his back curled; his upper torso pressed forward as his empty hand beat his chest in response to Coren. He took two steps, his weight causing a thundering slam against the ground. His large metal boots, their unnatural shape collecting against the rock and concrete beneath like a blacksmiths hammer against metal.

​The ground seemed as though it melted and bent beneath his every step.

Then, the building to Tathra's left that had been shot finally collasped under its own weight. Its lower half crumbled into hundreds of small pieces of rubble as the upper half followed in succession. A large two metre long thick slab of duracrete wall fell toward Tathra, his eyes quickly shifted as a grimace contorted his ghoulish features.

​His Mace swung upward. The shockwave of the weapon exploded in the air. A kinetic pulse escaping on contact, obliterating the massive duracrete slab into nothing but small chunks, the Mace fell as his body lurched, now looking over his shoulder at the Jedi.

​Tathra relaxing his shoulders, unwinding his arm as he hefted the Mace into both hands.

 

[Drox Fuga]

Objective: Reestablish Order
First Order: [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Seto"] De Counteau | [member="Omari Vyken"] | @Manfried von Donitz | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Luther Ando"]
Civilian: @Dysomia | [member="Cenn Kothari"]
Allies: [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

The troopers began to make their way to the front of the embassy, pushing and grabbing the collars of the Civilians in the area that were in their way. One of the Soldiers stepped forward, "That's enough of this here civies, break it up and return home."

A platoon of Republic Soldiers were armed with shields and made their way to the front of the First Order Embassy. Pushing the Civilians back to prevent them from causing more problems. Many set up barricades and even opened a whole to the front steps of the embassy. Making way for anyone that was willing to leave the planet and speak with the First Order to get off planet.

The same soldier decided to climb to the top of a APC and looked over the crowed. He turned his Helmet Mic to produce his voice over the the APC Speakers. "Citizens of Commenor, the New Republic has arrived to liberate the planet from the grips of the Sith Empire and their lackeys in this false government, however, your actions have jeopardized this sector of the conflict and have involved another nations protected neutrality," He paused as he looked to see his men were now bringing in heavier vehicles to protect the square. "Dispurse and return home or a New Republic Green Zone, if you are unsure of where to find a Zone speak with one of the Troopers here and we will direct you to a safe area."

That Soldier continued to the crowed, a Republic Officer was standing at the gates of the Embassy with a data-tablet and directing the other solders to areas that needed protecting. The area was now on lock down and restrictions were given to entering the First Order Embassy. The Officer was in charge of making sure the neutrality of the First Order was kept intact. This was going pretty well from where he the Colonel was standing.

This was all happening as Drox was watching from a holo-war table that was now becoming his Headquarters on the planet. From what some of the locals were telling him he had landed at the University of Eight in Chasin City. It really did not matter to him, they had the space and the New Republic had it under their duracrete hold during this invasion. He was currently going through the orders of the New Republic soldiers that were now clearing out the city street by street. It was becoming a gritty battle, but with the help of the Silvers ground forces, the Republic only had to deal with scattered pockets. Orders were to keep the damage of the planet to minimal at all possible. It was because of this that the Republic was not able to use Artillery. Even his heavy armor were reduced to protecting major roads and walkers patrolled with Anti-Infantry weaponry. The Silvers had their snake tanks, and those things were already causing enough of destruction and killed most of the Sith Armor.

Looking over the map he was approached by another Republic Ranger. "Colonel, soldiers working to secure the palace saw some First Order armored types, they defiantly were not Sith Soldiers that we fought before."

Drox looked blankly for a second. Were the First Order attempting to decieve him, this army, the damn Republic. He kicked over his chair, "Get me Colonel [member="Konstantin Makarev"], NOW!" The Ranger nodded and picked up the secure radio to the First Order Embassy, "Colonel Makarev, this is Colonel Fuga, I have reports of First Order Troopers in the Palace, order your men to surrender to New Republic Troopers or return to the embassy, they are breaking the terms of our agreement, continued breach in terms will result in returning to conflict."

As he waited one of the communications officer walked up with a report, "Colonel, a civilian channel is asking for orbital protection near the outer edges of the city." The communications that they were talking about was from [member="Marina DeVoe"].

Drox nodded, "Inform them to either wait for New Republic Relief Efforts in their area, or try and make it here to the College Grounds, have yellow squadron make another pass of the outer city to prevent Sith Bombing Runs and escort civilian vessels if seen." Once she walked away, he waited for the First Order Response.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

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"], [member="Silfe Sosuri"] etc.)
Enemies: FO/TSE ([member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Primat Ren"], etc.)

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Right as Rick was about to once again counter the falsehoods described by the Ren, he suddenly felt a sharp increase in the Force around the woman the Ren held captive. ​

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He slowly stepped back, but was caught completely unaware by the following explosion generated by the woman. Rick's body was slammed against the wall hard, his lightsaber deactivating and slipping from his hands as all stored air left Rick. At the same time, comms came in from a speaker on Rick's belt, sent from Captain Seth, busy fighting in space. [Sir, the Resolute has been incapacitated. Be warned, debris will likely impact the ci-]

Then, the comms cut as the jamming efforts of the Sith were renewed. Drawing his lightsaber to him with the Force, Rick let out a volley of curses apon the destruction of the flagship of Commenor. But before Rick could resume planting himself between the Ren and Commenori Queen, the armored man had sent a powerful Force Wave sweeping him and everyone else in the room toward the balcony. As he rose up once again, he saw that the Queen had descended from the balcony and was fleeing across the gardens Rick and his soldiers had traveled through minutes earlier. Considering the detachment of elite Mandalorians as suitable for the job of holding the Ren back, Rick leapt from the far edge of the balcony. He didn't even bother using the Force to break his fall, as his prosthetic legs negated fall damage from all but the greatest of heights. Then, he followed the Queen.

"Your Highness, you need to evacuate the area!" urged Rick. "There are too many agents of the Sith and First Order here, even me and the Mandalorians together can't hold out forever. You saw what happened to the Resolute! Find your people, find somewhere to rally or join the Mandalorians here to retrieve here, but please try to get away from that Ren before his determination gets somewhere!"

Then, into his comms, [The situation on the ground is looking bad. We need a Providence down here ASAP!]

But Rick wasn't able to receive a response before Resolute impacted the ground with a resounding thump, heard from dozens of kilometers away.

 

[Kyyrk]

Allies: Commenor and friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order, and friends

Dorin, for all purposes, was a master swordsman. Yet even he was fighting defense against the armored colossus. He was getting tired. His iron resolve was beginning to weaken. But still he fought on. His sword charged with raw force energy, Dorin spun about in a two-handed slash, sending the force impacting into the titan's chest-plate. And yet no sooner had the armor been stripped away, new pieces came flying across to take its place. Dorin spun around to the side, using his sword to deflect the incoming lightsaber blade.

Then a thought crossed Dorin's mind. This being could have easily ended him while he fought the terentatek. Or could surely overpower him now as they fought man to man...spirit...thing. Dorin brought his sword up to deflect another blow, before turning the blade to strike at the being's helmet. Parts went showering aside, and through the smoke and sparks, Dorin thought he saw a face. A...somehow familiar one. The being staggered back, an armored gauntlet raising to protect its face, as the shadows coalesced into a hood. The head was no longer armored, but whatever face had emerged from the twisting shadows was once again concealed. Dorin charged his sword again, lunging forwards with a strike, electrical discharge, another infusion, another discharge, chaining the buffs and strikes into a fearsome whirlwind. And yet, it did him no good.

The being stepped back, lightsaber held at the ready as Dorin paused to catch his breath. Both combatants studied each other, before the being stepped forward once, raising it's left hand, and curling its fingers over once, and a second time. It wasn't trying to kill him, Dorin realized. It was testing him. Taunting him...

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Location: Commenor,Chasin City First Order Embassy
Objective: Protect First Order Embassy and Await Evacuation
Equipment: Lightsaber (Emerald Color) Lightsaber (Ruby Color)
Directly Interacting: [member="Micah"]

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The cries, shouts and alarms continued to blare widely around Seto, as his attention acutely centered around the loudest part of the conflict. His free hand dropped to his side as a sound of an explosion forced Seto to bring out his lightsaber. A moment later and the young Du Couteau relaxed a tad and carefully kept himself from igniting his weapon and returned back to the steps of the Embassy building. The few troopers stationed to hold the front entranced appeared stoic and still, even as Seto passively sensed the emotions around him for once he felt the calmness of determined soldiers.

A large shadow swept across the courtyard and Seto quickly peered upwards to see a First Order vessel, but what really excited the young Du Couteau were the arrival of Transport ships and escorted by gunships. He entered the building and noted several Troopers and Officers had gathered the majority of the Civilians and ushered them up to the roofs where their Transports awaited them.

Other civil servants and diplomats slowly formed up behind the rest of the civilians and the Troopers covered their rear and other Officers searched around for anyone in need of assistance. Seto for his own part moved across through the hallways, gracefully maneuvered around the rushed movements of a crowd of troopers and officers. His senses picked up someone most unusual, a strangeness that he was not quite clear of what application of the Force he felt.

Seto quickened his pace but nearly ran into a small figure ahead of him, robed and rather different from those in the First Order Embassy Seto looked down and asked, "-You're not of the Ren are you?" A mixed question as Seto both layered it as a statement and a question. Honestly, there are plenty of Ren I haven't met yet but I'd at least be told who would be on planet like Master Kyrel and Prim- Seto paused mid-thought as he realized that he had not seen Primat nor Kyrel in the Embassy.



[member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Kyli-DT 6767"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Cenn Kothari"] [member="The Event"] [member="Drox Fuga"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

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

“No, you don’t go out looking for trouble,” The girl agreed, a bright grin flashing over her shoulder at Caedyn that turned a little playful before she levelled out her face, or at least tried to. “Yet somehow it has a habit of sneaking up on you doesn’t it? And you know, now that I think about it, you really don’t sound all that sad about it now that I think about it. So Mr Arenais…is there something you want to tell me?” The smile that touched Asaraa’s lips, wavered for a moment as the sound of the conflict outside and the reality of the situation fell on the moment like a ton of bricks.

The girl knew that getting to the queen was important, knew that was the reason they were here in the first place. It was just…at that specific moment the Sith occupying the world, the entire situation was the focus of her ire. She knew it was wrong to be focused on this, but everything about the situation outside seemed to impinge on the situation inside the school in a way that seemed designed to increase her irritation. This was maybe another thing to worry about when they got out of here, but now more than ever she was determined to have that talk with Caedyn, in the meantime though force help any Sith that she managed to find, they’d make a good target for the pink-haired Padawan to vent her frustration on.

All these thoughts crossed the girl’s mind in the barest moment, the briefest of pauses before she nodded at Caedyn, glancing at the determined look on the boy’s face and the pace he was setting as they rushed through the empty school. “Sounds like this is a shortcut that could actually work then.” Her grip on her sword tightened as she picked up the pace slightly, reaching out to touch the firce, feeling the warm energy flowing through her limbs as she let it carry her forward at an ever increasing speed. “Sounds like we should get to your mother and get her out of here as soon then,” she shot him a small smile, shifting her shield on her arm. “Straight through any opposition at the palace gates? Or do you wanna try sneaking in the back again?"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: The Embassy of the First Order
Primary Objective: Book an unscheduled Dosuun vacation
Secondary Objective: Find out of the First Order has any good theme parks
Enemies: Rebel Scum | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Cenn Kothari"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Dysnomia"]
Frenemies: Adults | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Gear: Nanquan | Robes | Wristlink | Repulsor-Heelys | Lightsaber

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

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The turmoil outside seemed to be much ado about nothing.

The vulture-like creature perched up on the rooftops, staring down at the crowd that had formed before the gates of the First Order embassy. Dead eyes seemed to peer from beyond the grave, as the silent, shadowy carrion bird sat observing adults doing a lot of yelling, and not much else.

Inside of the embassy, the young Cathar was emerging from the refresher to find that the residents of the First Order's diplomatic mission to Commenor appeared to have been mobilized. Usher from out of the manor home, the kitten found himself paraded onto the lawn, where they appeared to be waiting to board transports.

"-You're not of the Ren are you?"

The child's cat-like ears perked up, his tail swishing back and forth, as the black robed youngling turned to regard the voice that had addressed him. The tall, lanky figure seemed attired in respectable, if ordinary clothes. Though he carried a lightsaber.

One of the fabled Knights of Ren that he'd tales of in the Sith Empire?

"I am of the Sith," the boy stated, with a polite bow toward what he presumed was an allied gentleman. "Micah tol Powl, of the Royal Academy of Bastion, at your service, my lord," the boy offered by way of introduction, before straightening back up.

As he did, the shadowy carrion bird descended down from the rooftops, swooping down to perch on the child's shoulder. Reaching over, the boy tapped the bird's chest and it's body seemed to suddenly expanded outward in a cloud of inky smoke, which then flowed down over the youth's robes as the familiar was recalled to the same etheric pools within the Dark Side of the Force from whence it had been summoned.

"If you came to enjoy Commenor, then I'm afraid you may have missed the best part of the season," the boy noted, seemingly quite sincere in his apologetic outlook. "This city is really more charming when it's burning."

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Capital
Tags: [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Objective: Defend

The Jedi Master knew battle, and the concern from everything around him was eclipsed to the fight that was right before his eyes. Mandalorian fighters were here to support, and attack, the Commenori, he wasn’t sure how the Mandos survived but this was what they did. They fought. And fought. And there was no sense of alliances from the outside. Maybe Starchaser didn’t know the Mandos well enough. But if some were here to oppose the Sith? So be it.

A step back, as the martially weak Starchaser noticed what was coming for him. Right, he was hoping his speed could keep him alive in this coming fight. That monster was a bit bigger, but he had the Force, and the light side as the path to protection and pushing back the forces of evil. As the building next to the walking behemoth shattered, a quick instinct covered Coren in the light of the Force, a barrier around his body and immediate area caught shrapnel from hitting the Jedi.

But the sound that the mace made. That was concerning. Blue eyes focused, the Starchaser tightened his grip on his lightsaber. A battle mind if there ever was one, Coren was clued in, but he couldn’t avoid everything. Torpedos were raining down on the ground. He called out for those around him to Scatter! As he himself dove for cover, the Force offering him a protective barrier without him needing to lift a finger. The explosion was ripping away most of the cover and the smaller debris.

When the volley stopped, he stood, ears ringing, but the Force helping to push him into battle readiness.

"You can turn back, now."