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

[Varin Mortifer]

[[Those babysitting our key terminals, sit tight, eyes up. Engineers or worse'll be showin up soon enough to get their grimy mitts on 'em. Can't let that fly, got it? Anyone outside ISB Headquarters, you're about t' get a show.]]

"Then we too will give them a show that Coruscant will never forget."

He watched as his crew finished setting up equipment, the maintenance man stood by him as the Nagai soldier kept a firm hold on his shoulder.

Varin looked at the Nagai.

“Are the breach weapons ready?”

The Nagai turned to Varin.

“Yes Sir. The crew is ready to breach, offensive capabilities are ready for formation.”

Varin turned to face his crew. That was when he saw it.

The skies above Coruscant collapsed into darkness. Clouds folded in on themselves, spiraling into a vast, roiling wound in the atmosphere as thunder tore through the city like a scream. Lightning churned within the storm's core — not white, but bruised red and void-black — illuminating shapes that should not have existed.

The storm that had brewed as if the sky itself were ready to pass cataclysmic judgement on the city planet. Crimson and obsidian lightning ripped through the skies in thunderous booms and flashes like mortar fire. This was no ordinary storm. Lightning surged from the sky impacting the top of the ship, for a split second the power flickered.

Varin’s gaze swept the ceiling of the ship as he watched lights flicker.

“Lights are not important to us. The ship will continue to float and maintain its defenses, that will be their priority.”

He looked at the maintenance man, his fingers wrapping around his throat as he hoisted him up with one hand.

“How do we shut the lights off?”

The Nagai overheard and began ordering those out of ear shot to prep for battle in the dark as they all tapped their helmets ready to switch to low light visibility.

Varin’s comms flared to life with Lysander’s voice as he made his demands for time.

<Brother. We'll need a little more time. I'll call it once we've taken what we need.. just wait for my signal.>

His response rang into Varin's comms.

<Consider it done, brother. I expect this ship to be under my control in ten minutes.>

He looked at the Nagai who stood before him.

“If he leads you astray, break his other limbs. Take him and a few others with you to where he needs to be. The rest of us will start heading to the bridge.”

The Nagai gave Varin a nod as he and a small squad of others followed him with the maintenance member.

“Ladies and gentlemen. The enemy has waited long enough for us.”

He walked towards his crew.

“Take a walk. If they seem like they have information on the ship and how it runs then bring them to the deck. Odds are though, they are already there.”

He looked towards the opening as the blackened clouds seemed to form a rotation. Varin's gaze sharpened as he observed the phenomenon.

“It's likely they will be trying to keep the ship stable.”

A crack of lightning impacted the surface of the ship causing the vessel to rock and shake. Varin's boots dug into the flooring keeping his stability.

He turned and headed further into the ship, his crew following as the lights died once more. Darkness enveloping them all. His visor outlined silhouettes of each man, woman and trooper as they delved deeper. Blaster fire shot back and forth as his men began tearing into the opposing force.

Varin ventured deeper than the crew, getting closer to his destined location as the storm rocked the ship once more, he could feel its direction pull towards the swirling hungry clouds.

His eye itched again, a bothersome burn deep inside the socket, a grunt left his throat as he instinctively raised his hand over the left side of his visor. He could hear multiple foot falls sprinting towards him in the dark, he drew his sword. Ready for it to once again drink blood and chew meat. Flashlights attached to barrels could be seen reflecting off the walls as they drew closer to him. The fools expected his Nagai platoon, not him.

He stepped into the darkness, the smoke billowed from his back enveloping him into an impenetrable cloud. The squad of troopers stopped in their tracks as they watched the silent and eerily still cloud stand before them, giving no hint as to what could be inside.

The eye pulsed again. A slight burn now. A quiet growl of pain left him as the sensation grew, turning the growl into a yell. The troopers pointed their blasters at him ready to fire as Varin looked at him, the false eye flaring with a light that pierced through his visor.

A roar ripped through his chest as the left side of his visor melted, a steam of super heated force energy ripping through his helm began to carve through the troopers, their screams of agony falling onto the walls and their wails falling silent. The smoke around his body jettisoned out of his back traveling through the hall as Varin dashed through with his blade, following with it.

The blade carved through armor and meat alike as he cut down the remaining troopers that just rounded the corner.

Allies: Hasuras Na-Gerra | Lysander von Ascania | Ansisa | Acier Moonbound | Xan Atropus | Arixa Pazela | Darth Amaymon

Foes: St. Thomas Barran | Kesh Hevro | Jas Katis | Jordi Massad | Tamna Korvan​

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

If you had not sinned so greatly,
Vahl would not have set a scourge like me upon you.

THE SKIES ABOVE THE ISB HEADQUARTERS
ABOARD THE STAR DESTROYER "HYSTEN"
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The rolling thunder of three of the Hysten’s starboard turbolaser batteries announced their seizure by the Vahlan pirates. They poured on hate onto the remaining imperial forces around the ISB headquarters, lancets of viridian swooping down to devastate entire skyscraper columns and plazas in bright, blinding flashes.

But amidst the cacophony, Gerra felt a spike of displeasure that mounted steadily toward raw fury.

His prey had slipped the net.

St. Thomas Barran had fled.

He sensed the warrior’s presence, now assembled at the steps of the imperial palace. And Gerra grew wroth. Seizing a command chair he hurled it across the bridge and it shattered against the wall.

“He will not escape me,” roared the warlord. “Engines ahead full.”

“Into the Force Storm, Qhan?”

“AHEAD FULL.”

The helmsman quailed beneath Gerra’s bellow and did as instructed. The Hysten began lumbering forward, away from the ISB Headquarters and for the Imperial Palace. Gerra ignored the questions of those on the ground and of his subordinates. His thoughts became single minded.

“You will not escape me. Do you hear me, Khan? You will finish what you began.

You won’t have eyes tonight. You won’t have ears or a tongue. You will wander the Netherworld blind, deaf, and dumb and all the Lords of the Sith will know…

This is the fool who thought to best Hasuras na-Gerra.”

MOVING FROM OBJECTIVE II to OBJECTIVE IV.

St. Thomas Barran | Varin Mortifer | Ansisa | Lysander von Ascania

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[Kesh Hevro]

SYSTEM SHOCK: ABSOLUTE RESOLVE
Wayward Son - Chapter 1
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GEAR: Customized Type 76 Covert Armour | Type 73 Compact Pistol | Type 74 Assault Rifle | Bunch of Grenades
HELLIONS: Jas Katis | Tamna Korvan
GE: Jordi Massad | Redmond | Sid Berik | St. Thomas Barran
TSC: Acier Moonbound | Ansisa | Arixa Pazela | Darth Amaymon | Hasuras Na-Amoun | Hasuras Na-Gerra | Ivory | Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer | Xan Atropus
ENGAGING: Delvin jeth

ROTTWEILER​

CORUSCANT

Static hissed across Kesh's HUD as the Sith's retaliation tore through the local atmosphere. His lightning wasn't just a physical strike; it was a sensory overload that fried the optical sensors of two nearby B1-series hybrids and sent a surge of feedback through Kesh's own internal comms. He felt the sudden, searing heat as his chest plate began to glow a dull, dangerous red, the internal cooling fans of his pressurized suit screaming in a high-pitched whine to compensate for the thermal spike. Around him, the precision instrument of his squad was momentarily shattered. Droids collapsed in sparking heaps and his organic commandos scrambled for cover, their armor smoking from the raw discharge of Sith sorcery.

Through the haze of ionizing air and the smell of ozone, Kesh watched the Sith give way to unbridled rage. As Delvin charged through the remnants of the lightning storm, Kesh didn't retreat. He dropped his primary rifle and drew his compact pistol sidearm.

<The Empire paid for a wall; don't let the fire through,> Kesh barked over the short-range burst, his voice metallic and strained against the heat of his own suit.

He signaled the surviving commandos to deploy a series of mag-pulse detonators at the Sith's feet to disrupt his momentum, while Kesh himself stood his ground. He aimed the pistol with a clinical focus, leading the charging Arkanian's stride. As the first of the particle rounds whistled toward the Sith, Kesh braced for the impact, his eyes locked on the gold hilt of the curved blade through a scorched and flickering visor.​

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Coruscant - Imperial City

Equipment:
Acolyte Robes | Lightsaber | Cybernetic Arm | RazBohan high-encryption comlink | MicroThrust computer spike

COMMS: Arris Windrun​

NEARBY: Ivory | Delvin jeth | Jordi Massad​

Smoke and heat clung to him as the last of the troopers fell. Ace stood amid the wreckage, chest rising and falling hard, lightsaber humming low in his grip. The Dark coiled tight around his spine and for a moment, he didn't move.

A fractured wall panel nearby caught his reflection as he turned, distorted and flickering through smoke. His eyes burned gold. Flaring bright beneath the surface before he even realized it.

For a moment, he didn't care. Aether had told him anger was fuel. And the Empire had given him so much to return.

But something snapped through the haze. This wasn't why he was here. Windrun hadn't sent him to drown in bodies. He needed to find the archives.

Ace exhaled slowly and turned toward the ISB Headquarters proper. The Covenant had completely decimated its defenses.

The acolyte vaulted over a broken barricade and dropped through a torn service access. He fell three stories through smoke and sparking cabling, softened with the Force, and hit the deck in a crouch.

The noise was different down here. Alarms, overlapping alerts, and systems screaming something had gone wrong. Which, of course, it had.

Ace continued to move through the maintenance corridors, crushing an automated turret with the Force as he went.
He slowed only once, breath steadying as the Dark side pressed against him, eager to be unleashed again. His reflection stared back at him in the polished paneling. The burning yellow was gone.

The corridor opened ahead into reinforced vault architecture, thick with data conduits and security plating. The archive sector. He was close. Ace flexed his cybernetic hand and ignited his lightsaber once more, continuing on.​

 

[Delvin jeth]

Engaging Kesh Hevro
Nearby Acier Moonbound

Delvin didn't charge kesh first his senses where still affected by the sonic pulse just a few seconds before his ears and mind still ringing from it. The usual calm and focused arkanian now firmly planted into the darkside had dropped all pretense of fighting with honor atleast until the ringing cleared up. As he charged he didn't hear much he definitely didn't hear kesh barking orders to his men.

As he charged kesh though the smell of ozone and ionized air still hung around as he the mag-pulse grenades dropped at his feet and exploded overloading his already disoriented senses as he dropped to one knee. Holding his head as he attempted to block keshs particle bolt with his lightsaber deflecting it close by delvin still got hit by loose debris as his right arm bled a bit as he stayed there kneeling his senses completely overloaded. As he tried to sense kesh and his men through the force as he unleashed another barrage of force lightning boosted through sith sorcery all around him as he tried to by himself time.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

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

Open

The noise never truly stopped. What had once been the thunder of artillery and collapsing trenches narrowed.. into something sharper. Lysander and the acolytes advanced as blaster fire cracked from all directions. More shouted orders followed, only to be clipped by the screaming. But beneath it all.. it was the ISB complex that beckoned him forth, a magnetic pull.

Another trooper broke from cover. Nightstar came up in one smooth motion. The first cut was not wide but passed through the figure’s armor all the same. He fell forward. Lysander stepped past the body without looking down. To his left, an acolyte lunged, red blade flashing and cutting down a pair of soldiers who had been advancing in formation. Another acolyte followed, with a Force assisted leap carrying him over a barricade. Death followed.

As he moved, his senses brushed something softer beneath the violence. A thread.. Ivory. Then he located her signature within the walls.

You coming or what, Blondie?

A corner of his mouth twitched beneath the helm before he could stop it.

<Hold your position. I'm en route now.>

A fraction of a turn answered the passing bolt. The shoulder dipped, blade rising just enough to deflect the next shot away from center mass.

The space ahead opened into a broader passage, bodies already littering the floor where the acolytes had surged forward.

His comm chimed again.

<Consider it done, brother. I expect this ship to be under my control in ten minutes.>

<Ten minutes will have to do. I’ll signal when we’re clear.>

Back on the move, the building drew near. Unlike earlier, when he reached out with the Dark, it was not explosive. Some areas were damaged by Amayon’s rampage. During those steps, he registered a presence that had become familiar to him, though it no longer felt the same. The darkness around it had thickened.. heavier. It belonged to Acier Moonbound . Stepping closer, a palm was pressed delicately against the wall. The resistance lasted only for a moment, followed by a hum, and he phased. Admittingly, it was a strange sensation, no matter how many times he practiced it. One layer was passed, then another, then a third, defying physics.

He came on the other side with a stagger before catching himself. Glancing to Ivory he gave a small nod. Sweat clung at his temples beneath the helm. The skill was costly.. but at least it was effective.

With the sword at his side, he broke into a sprint with long strides. That dense knot of power within the archives would be theirs soon. Ten minutes would go quickly, but Lysander was confident they would pull through.

 

[Sid Berik]

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ENEMY UNITS: TSC SITH ELEMENTS l Delvin jeth
FRIENDLY UNITS: St. Thomas Barran l Kesh Hevro l GE

THEATER:

CORUSCANT

FRIENDLY CV: COMMUNICATION ERRORS, LACK OF HEAVY WEAPONRY, ENEMY ARE FORCE USERS, LACK OF QUICK REINFORCEMENT
ENEMY TCV: LACK OF FIREPOWER, RELIANCE ON FORCE-BASED USERS, LACK OF UNIT COHESION AND DISCIPLINE, LACK OF TOTAL AIR SUPERIORITY
OBJECTIVE: REPEL ENEMY ASSAULT

I WIELD THE EMPEROR'S FURY​

The skies of Coruscant burned once more. Not through the actions of many, but of few. Few that had come to test the might of the Empire. The Empire's machine was going to be tested today. But it would not falter.

Twelve Deathtroopers.

Twelve Deathtroopers against an onslaught of Sith and their allies. The mercenaries the Empire had endeavored to hire were in trouble. Their position was breaking. Sid respected the troops, unlike other Troops, for answering the call. They were here now. They were his brothers. And he would protect them.

Unfortunately, as soon as they arrived- a shuttle nearly being shot down in the process, Sith lightning ripped through the air. One of his troops fell out of the shuttle, screaming as the pilot fought to regain control after the lightning ripped the electrical system and wiring apart. Sid managed to hold onto his webbing and gear for a moment, before his straps broke against a rapid and terrible amount of G-force. He fell screaming into the void of Coruscant below.

DT-415 "MIRON" KIA

Flashed across his HUD as his vitals went black. He braced for a rough landing, still holding onto his troop's rifle and his gear. He grit his teeth, grinding them almost as the shuttle slammed into the durasteel and duracrete below. It skid along, the pilot managing to prevent a total loss scenario. But they were still in the fight. Sid was the first one out, the pilots too, joining the fight, donning their crash kit gear. He pushed towards the Hellion position, and opened a channel, over vocal and HUD networks. If they were listening, they'd hear it. A tell-tale scrambled message, their vocal decoders sounding demonic to the enemy, but welcoming to the friends. Deathtroopers were the best of the best. It was hard not to accept their help. They had maybe 200 meters to reinforce their mercenary friends, if not more.

"HELLIONS. DEATHTROOPER SQUAD INBOUND TO POSITION. DO NOT YIELD."​

Sid pushed on, moving at a rapid pace. Deathtroopers moved fast and quietly, and without pause.

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[Ansisa]

Tag: Direct: Hasuras Na-Gerra Lysander von Ascania Varin Mortifer

TSC: Acier Moonbound Xan Atropus Vestra Tane Darth Amaymon Ivory

GE: Redmond Jordi Massad St. Thomas Barran Tamna Korvan Arixa Pazela ​

Ansisa’s eyes drifted to the path of destruction the red skinned sith had caused before settling on the woman who’d moved beside her. Crimson eyes flicked up and down once,, utterly unimpressed. “Pretty sure I wasn’t asking you.” she replied smoothly before Lysander answered, selecting two, Ansisa moved towards them, beckoning with one finger as she cast a glance over her head back at Lysander.

“If they want to survive, they will.” she retorted. She wasn’t taking them on a field trip, she was taking them to draw attention and eyes. Her hands closed about their wrists as the sky above Coruscant seemed to collapse into darkness, the sickening sensation of a phobis device activating ran through the force, dread oiled icy fingers around her heart and she clenched her jaw.

She felt the tremor in the acolytes. “Get a grip. Do not let it control you.” She turned her gaze to the building, not to the front door, but instead chose to go up. Force wrapped around her and the acolytes, teleporting them to a fifth floor corridor.

Chatter between Lysander and Varin echoed in her comms and she reached to turn them off. The only person she needed to communicate with was Gerra and she didn’t need comms for that.

“Split up, kill everyone.”

Make as much noise as possible.

The acolytes obeyed, tearing off in different directions as shouts rose from security within. Clearly expecting they enemy to come from an entirely different direction. The chiss disappeared again, cloaking herself as she moved, daggers sliding from her belt to rest in her palm.

A door before her hissed open, an ISB agent framed in his perfectly crisp white uniform. Ansisa swept forward, blade flashing. Crimson spread like a river, staining the uniform as hands dropped the datapad he’d held and scrambled to stop the life flowing from his throat. Slender finger plucked an access card from his belt as she passed him, not bothering to wait to watch life leave him.

She had a control centre to find, and information to steal.

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Coruscant - Imperial City

Equipment:
Acolyte Robes | Lightsaber | Cybernetic Arm | RazBohan high-encryption comlink | MicroThrust computer spike

COMMS: Arris Windrun​

NEARBY: Ivory | Lysander von Ascania | Jordi Massad​

Smoke thinned as Ace pushed deeper. The Force pressed in from all sides, no longer a single roar but a tangle. That was how he felt it. Lives, intentions, violence, each presence a thread pulled tight through the building. Some snapped and vanished. Others burned hot and erratic. A few moved with purpose.

One of them made he recognized. Golden Boy was close. Near enough that he felt the Apprentice's Thread vibrate when Ace brushed it. Focused and advancing.

Another security turret dropped from the ceiling ahead, barrels spinning. Ace raised a hand and crushed it against the wall before it could fire, metal shrieking as it folded in on itself. He stepped over the wreckage without breaking stride, lightsaber briefly igniting to carve through a sealed blast door that hadn't finished locking yet.

The corridor opened and finally revealed the archive chamber. Data pylons rose from the floor, conduits humming with active transfer and purge routines. Half a dozen ISB personnel were inside: controllers, engineers, frozen in place when they saw him.

Ace raised his lightsaber slightly. Blue light washed over their faces as he stepped forward, calm as the grave.

"Leave."

One of them found their voice. "This sector is classified under--"

Ace's fingers curled, gripping the man's throat with the Force.

"Is this worth your life?" He said, tone flat, almost bored.

Silence. Except for the man's gargling. A woman swallowed hard. Another man's eyes flicked to the exits. No one answered.

Ace tilted his head slightly. "Out."

They didn't argue again. Ace released his invisible grip on one of the engineers and they all backed away, slow at first, then faster until the blast doors hissed shut behind them.

Ace exhaled once and stepped into the heart of the chamber. From a compartment in his belt, he produced a computer spike. The one Windrun had given him.

He slotted it into the nearest interface port. The spike came alive immediately, its internal code mutating as it met Imperial defense measures head on. Layers of security flared across the terminal: recognition loops, intrusion checks, only to be sidestepped as the spike rewrote itself in real time.

Ace's cybernetic fingers flew across the console, riding the opening. Personnel files. Assignments. Black ops rosters. Sanctuary logistics. Tracker deployments. Names. Faces. Orders. Exactly what Windrun wanted.

He stayed focused as the archive began to bleed its secrets into his device, well aware that somewhere above him, someone was deciding whether to bury this entire sector.​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

OBJ:1 Above ISB Headquarters

THEME

Equipment: Eye of The Dragon | Blade of Chandrila | Heavy Crossguard Hilt Saber​

The Nagai platoon finally caught back up with Varin, their weapons already decorated with the blood of Imperials. They all took positions behind cover of various sorts. Crates, machines, bodies and returned fire to any trooper that filed in towards Varin as he hacked through them with brutal efficiency.

One trooper charged towards him a bayonet affixed to the barrel of his blaster, tanking blaster fire through his armor, he thrusted the weapon towards the towering apprentice, only for Varin to hook the blade just behind the bayonet and rip the weapon from his hands and toss it to the side. He gripped the dying soldier by the throat smoke started billowing from the openings of his helmet as Varin incinerated him from the inside out, feeding off his pain and fear.

He tossed the charred body aside and activated his bracer. Needles injected into his spine dosing him with high amounts of drugs to ignore pain and induce rage. A yell left his throat as his body stiffened from the concoction that coursed through his veins.

The imperials sealed the doors to the command deck with a second and third set of doors.

“Breach equipment now!”

Varin roared at his troops as they readied the equipment by the door, setting it up on a tripod. A cylindrical piece of tech that delivered a devastatingly high charged blast, built for decimating heavy walls or doors.

The weapon charged up, elevating a sound from a low pitch to a higher one. Varin paced behind the device as it made its first impact, denting the triple door defence.

“Again!”

The weapon was readied again, he could see a slight crack where troopers took position aiming their blasters at the door, ready for them. Varin let out a growl of frustration as he stood back. Smoke tendrilled from his back creating appendages of superheated clouds that spewed through the crack. Each tendril a mind of its own tracking each trooper and splitting off to more tendrils, they would cook them from the inside out after entering their bodies through any crevice upon their faces.

The second impact rang the door splitting it more.

Varin grew impatient as he stepped up. He tore off his helm and tossed it aside. His eye glowed fiercely as he called upon its power again, a super heated blast impacted the door. The heat was intense enough to weaken its structure and warp the frames.

“One more!”

The machine charged up as blaster bolts were fired through the hole in the door towards Varin and his platoon. He held his hand out, rage boiling over within him. The bolts that drew nearer to him stopped mid flight. Lightning arced from his teeth, crimson red electricity bouncing between his jaws as he opened his mouth with another roar.

Crimson lightning burst with the machine decimating the door, blasting the heavy blockades back into the troopers, crushing any poor soul that stood too close.

The lights finally cut, permanently.

...perfect

Ignati growled in his head.

The sense of a predator now washed over him as he drew his saber hilt in the other hand. The glow of his eye was the only thing visible until the saber roared to life enveloped in a crimson blood hue and flame. He dashed forward towards the opposition as their screams of terror filled the room. Behind him the Nagai platoon filed in activating their low light visors, firing around Varin into the other soldiers he could not reach. Higher commanding officers hid behind their desks as sparks flew and the sound of combat flooded their ears.

Soon, the sounds ceased. All that was left was the faint alarm sounds, sparks and the sounds of machines.

Varin stepped towards the higher ranking officers, bring the blades over ones neck.

“Where is your captain?”

Allies: Hasuras Na-Gerra | Lysander von Ascania | Ansisa | Acier Moonbound | Xan Atropus | Arixa Pazela | Darth Amaymon

Foes: St. Thomas Barran | Kesh Hevro | Jas Katis | Jordi Massad | Tamna Korvan​