Skirmish The Haunting of Corellia (THR v Pirates)

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

THE
HAUNTING
OF
CORELLIA​

(OOC: Pirates have attacked Coronet City, Corellia - their arrival preceded by a dark ritual from some Dathomiri witch already on the ground, wielding a strange artifact to summon the spirits of those who died during the breaking of Corellia to haunt the city and terrorize the populace. The pirates appear to mostly be Vahlan Nomads and amidst the general looting and ransacking appear to be searching for something.

Stop the ritual and the pirates before it's too late!)

BEHOLD

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Rain sheets down onto the streets of Coronet City, Corellia. Amid the rain, screams. The streets are haunted, plagued by specters of the past.

In space, warships emerge from hyperspace over the planet, an armada led by pirate captains. Many of the ships bear the fiery symbol of the Ember of Vahl, a cult of Vahlans devoted to their Dark Side goddess of destruction. They descend through the darkened skies of Coronet City, shuttles ensorceled by some dark spells acting as temporary stealth as they come screaming down full of frenzied Vahlan corsairs. Every single one of them is a Dark Sider, wielding the power of the Force and channeling it to light their weapons on fire or to combust objects with raw energy.

Among their number strides one mightier than the rest, his figure is more than eight feet tall and glittering in golden armor. Without a helm, hair of dark red flows from his head like grim fire. He is Hasuras na-Gerra, skin of ash, eyes like twin suns, and he has come to deliver the riches of this city, this world, into the hands of Vahl. His hands and neck are festooned with amulets and rings of power. He wields a hammer in one hand, a Sith sword in the other.

Watch now as he strides down into the streets of Coronet City, disembarking from his shuttle. His warriors stream past him, boots splashing in puddles left by the rain. Gerra looks up into the black skies, droplets trickling like tears down his face.

He drank in a deep breath, nostrils flaring.

"I can smell their arrogant stench, these Corellians," he boomed, voice a deepest bass that rung out far and loud in the rain. "The air reeks of it. We shall see how proud they are when they feel the bite of our blades and the cold steel of our chains. Take them."

Pointing with his sword, Gerra gestured at the fleeing masses screaming and shrieking in the streets like so many frightened cattle.

"FOR VAHL!"

The dark skies have come alight with defensive fire from the planet.

Now, for butcher's work.

Vatrës Dhalis Makar Clyne Nysa Veilwalker Isur Zev Corrin Jared Starchaser Gym Halpern Phoebe Winsloe Delila Castillon Dominique Vexx Chloe Blake Adelle Bastiel Atham Harek

 

[Elian Abrantes]

Coronet City
Old Town
@Open

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"I can hear it already." Elian voiced as he moved through the crowded and panicked streets. He started talking to himself in a mocking tone. 'Elian Abrantes, you always get yourself into these situations. If you would just stay home.'

Or he could see the look from his friend Sophelia right about now. I mean, in reality, did anyone ever truly listen or stay out of trouble? If everyone did that, then... things would be peaceful and perfect...?

Who would want that...?

"Stay calm, move inside, and stay off the streets!" People were panicking, and rightfully so. He needed to get back to the shop so he could at least get armored up for this and have some sort of protection. He had been working here for a few days already, and it just so happened that pirates wanted to be jerks, and witches were wanting to get burned.

He hoped, at least, that there were other guys here, because let's face it. If it was just him, he was done for.

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[Gym Halpern]

PERSONAL LOG: HALPERN
DATE: [REDACTED]
PRIORITY: Secured / Personal Eyes Only
ASSIGNMENT: Shakedown Cruise of the Zion
STATUS: Beginning

The Welkin Class Fleet Carrier Zion sat in drydock in the Cygnus Shipyards on [REDACTED] in [REDACTED]. The Zion had been under construction for [REDACTED] years, and was ready for her shakedown cruise and commissioning into the Republic Fleet. She was the next generation Welkin, taking all of her predecessors’ “The Celestial City”, strengths and minimizing her weaknesses. The Zion was designed to be a multi-role carrier, capable of supporting a wide variety of missions in a wide variety of environments, from the hot, humid jungles of [ REDACTED] to the frozen wastes of[REDACTED] to the barren deserts of [REDACTED].

Admiral Halpern, Commander of the Republic Fleet vessel was standing on the bridge. There was no command chair, he was very much the student of his mentor in being around a tactical map. This was going to be a boring ride, but it had to be done. Most of the crew were on the young side, a bit green, but that was their environment and that was teachable. He just hoped they were going to be able to get the Zion out of drydock without any further issues, but he had his orders and he was going to follow them.

All hands, this is Admiral Halpern we’re ready for departure. Systems, Conn… Drop the moorings. Helm, Conn plot a course out of orbit.

“Aye aye, sir, Moorings dropped.”

“Heading out, ¼ sunlight.”

“CONN COMMS! CONN COMMS!” A loud voice shouted over the bridge. The ship was still in drydock, but there was a lot of noise in the background, which meant the ship was underway. The shakedown cruise was underway, and Zion was on her way to the training area.
Relax, Lieutenant.

“Sir. Distress call, from Corellia!” The lieutenant was almost shouting, but the rest of the bridge was silent, all eyes on the Admiral.

Sensors, Ships in the area?

“We’re the closest, and the most capable, sir. Shuttles are descending on Coronet City.”

Helm. The moment we are in a clear position, set course for Corellia. Emergency speed. Comms, monitor all frequency. I want all weapons hot the moment we’re out of hyperspace. Flight… Get your squadrons armed and flight ready, NOW!

Turns on the “all call” comlink, All hands, this is the Admiral. We have a distress call from Corellia, and we are responding as quickly as possible. General quarters, all hands to battle stations, NOW. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill.

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