Invasion System Shock: Fear Control | TSC Invasion of GE-held Coruscant Superhex Objective Two

[Vexorion]

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Edmund Kemper - SKYND

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Location: The Undercity - Sub. District 7 - Imperial City, Coruscant
Tag: St. Thomas Barran ... Redmond


Vexorion stood entombed within the shadows, a figure carved from darkness rather than flesh. The faintest spill of light traced his silhouette as he drew out his weapons one by one, inspecting them with meticulous devotion. Hilts were aligned to impossible precision, housings wiped clean of even imagined flaws, and mechanisms tested until they responded like obedient nerves.

There was something reverent in the way his hands moved, as though he were preparing sacred instruments for a grim sacrament rather than tools meant to end lives. Each adjustment was deliberate, manicured to perfection, betraying a mind that found order only in preparation for violence.

Vexorion spoke as if the darkness might answer him, his voice taking on the cadence of conversation rather than confession. "Atonement," he mused, pausing as though listening for a reply, "is the word they use when they want the ledger erased without paying the cost." He shifted slightly, the sound of fabric whispering against stone.

"They call themselves just, both of them; Sith and this Galactic Empire. Different banners, same sins."

A hollow breath escaped him. "War, death, and even murder dressed up as necessity. Cruelty renamed Order." He tilted his head, as if the shadows had disagreed. "No," he added quietly, "I'm not exempt. I never was."

The silence pressed in, and he answered it again, softer now. "You see it, don't you?" he said, almost gently. "This war isn't about right or wrong, or power, or anything so mundane. It's about who's willing to admit they're less damned."

His gaze lowered, voice thinning with something like amusement. "I just happen to be honest about it." The darkness offered no absolution, only its familiar embrace, and Vexorion seemed to accept that as the only truthful response.

"This game," Vexorion mocked to the waiting dark, "is about to get interesting," as he crossed the threshold into Sub-District 6. Above, something inevitable seemed to watch and wait.

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Spoiler: Loadout

Weapons

• Whisperer {Lightsaber}
• Lightsaber Daggers
• TC-13 "Skulkers"

Ship

• The Apparition

Droids

• TC-66 "Stalkers"

 

[Lucius Redmond]

Post 2
3rd Fleet, Skies above ISB HQ


Alaric de Braose Reiner Ghadi Doctor Afic Otker DT-9197 Jordi Massad Ansisa Lysander von Ascania Varin Mortifer Kesh Hevro

The fleet opened up on the drop pods as they fell within range, along with the compliment of AA and DLTs set about like angry ants. Those dropping in would find themselves under a hale of flak, heavy blaster fire, and the odd turbolaser here, and there. A steel rain to bath the intruders as they approached. In concordance with the appearance of a threat from the upper walkways the defensive forces responded appropriately, opening up on the invaders from pillboxes and emplacements. The pre placed mines began to do their jobs as the Sith landed in a peppered fashion about the AO.

From the bridge of the Voidtreader, Lucius watched in anger as beams fell on some of the outlying buildings from the incoming enemy fleet, who opened up when they got in range. There salvo certainly aided the Sith drops in the areas it touched, vaporizing defenders and civilians alike, but overall integrity was maintained.

"Let's remind them we're here." Lucius half growled out as he motioned at the mass of enemy vessels that had just come within range, deploying fighters to engage both enemy fighters and their transports. Bombers screamed out of the hangar towards Hasuras Na-Gerra 's contingent and turbo lasers centered on anything they could find, opening up in a fury filled opening salvo.

Something about the fleet filled Lucius with an intense anger. Something he had trouble placing, beyond the fact that they were currently fighting them and the history between the two. A murmur shifted through his mind. It excited him, sending a shard through the back of his mind.

"Close with them. Prepare the Naval Infantry." Lucius ordered. Allowing the order time to sink in among his crew as they communicated it to the rest of the 3rd. As those on the ground bled so would the proud men and women of the Imperial Navy. This was home for many of them, the city and the fleet, and none were keen on allowing the invaders to take it from them. Regardless of the price commanded by such a task.

 

[Vabaun Redmond]

Post 2
ISB HQ, Coordinating Company battleline with other commanders


Alaric de Braose Reiner Ghadi Doctor Afic Otker DT-9197 Jordi Massad Ansisa Lysander von Ascania Varin Mortifer Kesh Hevro

Captain Redmond laughed as the opening blows of the battle began, punctuated by the appearance of drop troops and the beginning of the war in the air. It was all an incredible display of light and sound, a testament to galactic effort and development towards technological innovation for millenia. The AA began doing it's job, then followed the DLTs and mortars as the enemy began to reach appropriate distances.

A chorus of curses rung out as the enemy as Hasuras Na-Gerra 's vessels opened up on the.outskirts of the defenses, on the civilian side mostly, smashing buildings with plasma and killing more than a few. Within seconds their own Navy began to respond, opposing multi colored plasma flashing across the Coruscant sky. Colonel Kilgore spoke calmy over the command radio. "Keep it tight."

The other officers knew what that meant without further elaboration. Do not alternate defensive posture to account for casualties on the extremity of the perimeter. A general fall back was given to those unlucky enough to be caught in the mess of rubble and plasma, but no one would be moving beyond their own enplacements to save them. They couldn't. Given the situation the Stormtrooper Corp fully understood what was expected of them. Hold meant hold, and it was truly their only hope of confronting this mess and making it out. Though many of them wouldn't be walking.

He looked to his left as the DLTs on an upper walkway opened up on something he couldn't see, either a drop pod or transport, probably. His radio crackled as the walkway team called in mortar support, which was quickly granted as a few launched towards the coordinates given by the pillboxes.

 

[Lee Redmond]

Post 2
ISB HQ, Waiting for nearby casualties to begin


Alaric de Braose Reiner Ghadi Doctor Afic Otker DT-9197 Jordi Massad Ansisa Lysander von Ascania Varin Mortifer Kesh Hevro

PFC Redmond hunkered behind a low reinforced wall with a group of Rifleman, who'd had their barrels centered along the front paths to the HQ. He held his own the same, centering the reticule far down range where the first sign of enemy contact was evident. The DLTs and mortars responded before the regular infantry even had a chance to think about firing, though at those ranges the enemy was far away dots, poking at the edges of the frontmost boxes. Defense in depth. Buildings crashed ahead as enemy turbolasers smashed into them, before their own forces responded in turn. The whole spectacle of it was overwhelming. Deadly and horrible, but equally beautiful. Lee took a breath as echoes thundered through his helmet's filters, distant drop pods hitting and being responded to by surgical Imperial fire, honed through relentless hours of drill and training.

Many of the stormtroopers surrounding him weren't simply tourists, they lived there, a large bulk of the forces of the 3rd being drawn for Coruscant or places nearby. To them it wasn't just ground to take or give, it was ground to live and die on. The result of unimaninable effort on part of those that came before them.

He'd be damned if he let them do that. The medic, generally the calmest of his family aggression speaking, felt a flash of anger, gripping his rifle and waiting for a target to get into blaster range or for one of his fellows to call for help. He didn't like having to wait, but knew it.wouldn't help anyone if the medic or any others like him moved towards the outer reaches. They were there for that reason, to be at the edge of the field and draw fire.

 

[Redmond]

Post 2
Foederatti Advance
Beneath the Sun

Tags @Kraskorr The Maw Jas Katis Kesh Hevro @Da ' Razel Arixa Pazela Arris Windrun @Vexerion Acier Moonbound Mercy Xan Atropus St. Thomas Barran

Norman followed his Khan as bid, electrified at the energy erupting around him. It felt like the entire planet was being woken up at once, as of the world itself was responding to the prescence of the intruders. They hoofed it through the dark beneath the long shadows cast by the enemy vessels in the clustered, poorer neighborhoods in the area. The great blue sky would be rewarding many for their actions today.

They moved silenty, as ordered, the only noise being the echoing of their equipment and breathing as they moved along with their tribe and the contingent of allies tagging along with them. In his mind's eye he believed he could see the point of the manuever, in conjunction with the other forces.

It brought a wide smile to the ancient man's face.

The Khan's security moved comfortably as a pack of wolves in the chaos. Norman kept his right hand free as they lugged the mg around, on the off chance he'd have to draw his sidearm before they got set up.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Armor | Helm | Sword​

Allies: Hasuras Na-Gerra Ansisa Varin Mortifer Acier Moonbound Xan Atropus Arixa Pazela Darth Amaymon
Foe: St. Thomas Barran Kesh Hevro Jas Katis Jordi Massad Tamna Korvan

Target(s): Vabaun Redmond Lee Redmond
Open

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The soft hum would weave its notes as he shifted smoothly on his heels.. rocking with ease. Below their ship, the air was filled with blaster fire and drop pods thundering violently into the ground. The tune ebbed away when Varin Mortifer 's presence pulled his focus. Lysander turned then, twin emeralds acknowledging him. There they would rest, registering something unfamiliar. Of course, he wouldn't pry, but the discomfort was clear in the other apprentice's expression.

“Long enough that the galaxy has moved on twice over.. but I have not, brother. Some things refuse to fade, no matter how much time insists they should.”

His attention lowered to the rosary after, falling silent, for he understood the value of such sacred moments; there was a piety to Lysander as well.. though it was to the Dark he pledged himself now.

Attention drifted to the Chiss Ansisa standing near the titan Hasuras Na-Gerra , a presence too large to ignore. A grin traced the edge of his mouth and the teen's chin dipped. “Then let the tally begin,” excitement threading the words. "A little competition has its uses. Let’s make it count, yeah?”

He would not push back as his awareness widened from Gerra's blessing. The connection would find him ready.

From there he crossed to a crate, lifting the small book Lady Talon had given him back on Jutrand. The weight was deceptive, as he’d learned quickly enough, for it was more than just a guide. This was also a tool. Something meant to serve him here. She had told him to read it, and he had. Now he skimmed a single page once more.. to align. The words settled into place, and beneath the calm veneer the Dark stirred in response, coiling within, rising to meet his will. With each syllable, Lysander's power grew.

A gift, in some ways.

Then, the book was closed, left to rest, as he turned back toward the hangar. Lysander was not alone in the space, for a squad of acolytes waited nearby. They were drawn to him without needing to be called. And they would move when he moved. The ISB Headquarters awaited, and he was prepared to lead them out into the fire.

A change of plans, indeed. Now, they were in a low atmosphere. With control.. the fall would be survivable.

The hangar lay open ahead.. a gateway to hell. He strode to the edge, boots right on the threshold, with a moment taken to peer at the city below.

A cacophony of presences beckoned him not far off.. and amongst them Acier Moonbound was found.

<<Don’t die out there. I’d hate to lose the joy of beating on you. We’re running it again after this.>>

The kind of dialect that only a training partner would recognize.

Near the palace, he found Srina Talon . <<Today, the fire is mine to learn. A dragon’s beginning.>>

To convey that her lesson from Jutrand would be applied.

A maroon helm sealed with a hiss as he glanced back over his shoulder at Gerra and the others, two fingers lifting in a salute before taking the final step and dropping from the deployment hatch. The acolytes followed him down, bodies cutting through the air.

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