Invasion The Republic Shall Fall [One Sith Invasion of Coruscant]

[Popo]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: ROFLROFLROFLROFLSTOMP
Allies: I know not anymore
Enemies: [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

The bullets panged off the back of Popo's helmet, the concussive force only slightly deadened. The shots hurt. Popo was already having a rough day. His faceplate and chest were still flaming from the incendiary bullets, his back smarted still from the previous shots, his arm was all sorts of injured and painful, and now... now someone was potshotting him in the back of the head. Popo began to see red before promptly losing it.

They came to the Republic Capital. They attacked without provocation. Without warning. Without mercy. And they expected what? To win? To topple something that would and could outlast them all? Popo wasn't a berserker, not by a long shot, but in this instance with this much anger, he was as close to it as he could get.

Training kicked in, though restraints he'd let hold him back before dropped. This was no longer to cripple or incapacitate and possibly kill. This was to the death in his mind. The Sith before him embodied every Sith and sellsword that had come to Coruscant to take it from them. He would stop at nothing to destroy the man before him.

The enraged Hutt slammed forwards, bull rushing the Sith. At the last second, just before he would impact his enemy, he spun around, his massive tail swinging with the force of a battering ram in an upward, diagonal slice from lower left to upper right. The objective? Depending on where the Sith dodged, he'd either be hurting or in trouble.

If he could finish the Sith quickly, the sniper would die next.

Popo was well and truly on the warpath.

 

[Darth Armyss]

As [member="Yusan Fenn"] fled the room, Albrecht sneered smugly at his technical victory, at least outwardly. Inwardly, however, he sighed in relief, having only barely avoided a potentially fiery death, his gamble having only just paid off. Calling off the air strike, he made another sweep of the supposedly empty room to make sure that it was indeed empty, but noticed something hidden on one of the higher shelves.

Retrieving this object, a datapad of some sort, he activated the device and, to his intrigue, discovered a star map as the datapad's sole contents. What intrigued him further, however, was that a specific planet was marked on the map, the Deep Core planet of Lettow. A planet best known as the founding location of the eponymous Legions of Lettow, one of the earliest ancestors of the Sith Order, it took him a moment, but he eventually realized what the point might have been; the Sith holocrons weren't here, but he now had a lead as to where they might have been taken to. Deactivating the datapad, he strode out of the archives and made his way towards the hangars, seeking to hijack a Jedi craft to get off of the urbanized planet sooner rather than later.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Sith flank
Objective: Enact Plot Twists Galore
Allies: Alen Na'Varro, Darth Veles
Enemies: Tallia Farn, Popo, any other Jedi/Republic

The activation phrase, how could she know it had been those words? If this was Tallia anyway. Regardless, it didn't matter, He swiped with one saber and blocked Tallia's first, but the second to hit him, a purple bladed weapon he'd found the crystal for, ran across his back. He gritted his teeth and lurched forwards.

Normally a Sith would've felt anger, hate, rage, but he felt nothing. His eyes were just as dead as before as he shot forwards at his former friend. Pain would not stop him. Leaping into the air he flipped the cobalt blades into a reverse grip and attempted to slam the blades down into her chest by striking at the top of the collarbone.

He didn't understand where this power came from, he'd never seen it out of any Jedi, let alone one he'd been friends with. The force worked in mysterious ways he supposed, and he was in no position to question just what the fetch was going on. The force could work as it pleased, it would still be utilized to bring order to this galaxy whether it wanted to or not.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Great Hall/Steps
Objective: Kill Stuff
Allies: Dak Canton
Foes: HK-36, Aedan Miles, Bluejay Ungolfen , Siobhan Kerrigan
OOC: Sorry, got busy

Feth. The telekinetic bomb of sorts had been effective, Vindica had been hurled onto his ass, pieces of debris had wedged their way into his body and now caused him a great deal of pain. As he stood up and staggered forwards, his grin remained underneath his mask, she'd bested him this time, but the Jedi temple was still in ruins, still falling into nothingness.

What remained of the Sith and Iron Company forces were still squabbling, but the Protectorate use of force breaker gas had taken it's toll. Crafty bastards. One of his guards lie on the ground, clutching his side in agony. Kneeling down Vindica picked up his man and moved away from the battle, he'd learned an important lesson, to stick to his roots as an assassin, and not take the path of the warrior. Just because one was a master did not make them one of the best in any field, lesson learned, strategy adjusted.

 

[Garza]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: Find Maya
Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"]
Enemies: None at the moment.


After my fight with the Sith lord, I left him as he was now focused on the dozen or so troops that fired on him. I took my leaveand started to run to Maya. With the threat of the Building blowing up, I used Telepathy to her. Speaking, "Maya, Where are you sis! We need to get out of here. I can call on a ship for us to get the wounded and you out of here."

​I ran past people regardless of who they worked with. There were a few times that I cut a man down because he stood in my way. Last time that I had made contact with her, I had felt her from the back of the Temple. And thats where I was headed.

 

[J3C0]

As the wave tore through the courtyard Shara let out another roar of pain an anger. His tongue fell down his chest, slobber running down onto the ground mixed with blood. The massive Maelibus looked around, searching for Jedi, searching for anything that he could destroy. As his eyes scoured the courtyard he spotted their transport ships, upon its ramp the Dark Lord.

Shara locked eyes with his master, bright orange staring into black abyss.

The Dark Lord spoke to him, tore at his mind, screeched at him, commanded him. For a second the Maelibus shook, his skin vibrating slightly as the Dark Lord commanded him. It was almost time. The Jedi were losing, the tide of battle was beginning to turn.

Behind him he could feel the Jedi Temple begin to crumble. He could feel the life of Jedi after Jedi winking out of existence. Had he a jaw he would have grinned. The Sith were winning, victory was inevitable. Slowly as the darkside poured through him Shara began to to turn, beginning to talk down the steps of the Jedi temple back into the fray.

There were still Jedi to kill.
[member="Aaralyn Deltain"]

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Jedi Temple Courtyard
Objective: Survive, Unable to Escape
Enemies: [member="Darth Shara"]
Allies: None
Songs - Anakin vs Obi-Wan, Duel of the Fates by John Williams

It was hard for her to Focus on the Light when the Dark was overwhelming, the Sith were winning indeed and there was little that could be done. The sound of evacuation was being pressed through all Republic communication channels and she knew that meant for her as well, but there was something approaching her position within the Courtyards of the Temple. A massive dark side presence that caused her to turn just in time.A ripple through the Force made her move to the left and leap, tucking and rolling as a monumental statue crashed into the Courtyard, a tremor ripping through the ground, cracking the surface.


Aaralyn rolled to a stop and leaped up onto her feet, losing her balance briefly as she impacted a wall lightly. She shook her head softly, attempting to shake loose the cobwebs of surprise and nausea from her mind. It was difficult to focus on the Force with the continuous dark side energies swirling around the particles of light that once emanated from the Jedi Temple itself. Now, everything was shrouded in darkness.


There was so much chaos, death and destruction…and the biggest factor was the fear. For her, there was no fear, there was determination to defend her position until she was driven back to the point of no return or she became one with the Force. She inhaled deeply, looking to the Force to guide her, opening herself up to her…and there in the midst of all the chaos, she could see the living Force flowing like a river between all things. It comforted her, despite the flames of darkness trying to overcome it.


As she exhaled, her sabers came to life as the leaped into her hands, the Twins of Corellia’s hues penetrating the smoke and fire that billowed around them. She gave them a quick twirl and made her approach. As she pushed her way through a plume of smoke, she saw [member="Darth Shara"] pushing his way past debris and corpses of Sith and Jedi alike.


For the moment, she stood there, examining him through the Force. He was massive indeed, but not unbeatable. He was angry, his rippling energy penetrated the very fiber of her being, but it did not cause her to falter. She could feel him about to speak and before he could, she launched her assault.


Her facial expression changed from one of neutrality to determination as she rushed forward with blazing speed, she shifted her balance to the left and kicked off a pile of debris and threw Kor-Vella with her right hand, aiming for the mid-section of the beast. As soon as Kor-Vella was unleashed, her right hand came up underneath her left, bringing the blade of Tyrena up and over her left shoulder while she was in the air. As momentum and the Force brought her down, she swung in the for the Mark of Mou-Kei, cutting at a 45 degree angle, intent on cleaving him in half or atleast cutting his mid-section.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Change Everything
Allies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Ben Watts"]
Enemies: Sith errywhere

The doubles weren't an unexpected tactic, and most definitely one he had seen a couple thousand times. Countless battles came to mind, and hundreds of faces flashed across his minds eye as he drew his lightsabers up in a defensive stance. Cerulean blue eyes honed in on Zambrano, and the center of the storm known as Vaapad didn't let up on that fierce gaze. Knowing his allies, he knew to give Kiskla a wide breadth. Teamwork wasn't her strong suit, and it was only his with the right people. @Je'gan Ol'raen, [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Jaxton Ravos"], and Rolf Sergeo were the few select he could work exceptionally with. Knowing weakness and potential pitfalls was what made him the warrior he was, so he kept his distance and didn't let anything else distract him.

Kaine then put on that karking amulet.

His aura disappeared in the Force, and the next few minutes made absolutely no sense. Zambrano and all of his doppelgangers dissapeared in the essence of life, and Wraith was left with his eyes to do the dirty work. Sabers whirred as he spun them quickly, his feet moving to shoulder width apart and his weight shifting to the balls of his feet. Every one of his senses were buzzing, and battles from his past kept flashing across his mind. Roche, Korriban, and the ClockWork Rebellion were a few. Fallen foes, and all those lost also came across his mind. No emotion was felt though, the channel of Vaapad kept everything at bay. There was simply the darkness as it all funneled into the superconducting loop that he was and out back through the tips of his blades and the powers he wielded at that very second. Wraith's will was ready, and his greatest ally was all around him as he stood a titan in the defense of the planet that was the capital of the Republic. Trillions of lives hung in the balance of this, and in that moment he knew the Force had brought him back. I'm sorry for leaving, and that bit of emotion left his thoughts as he readied himself for what was to come.


Darron began to lunge, and just as his muscles tensed, the Force whispered to him. A warning made all the hairs on his neck stand up, and instinctively he crouched.


BOOM!!!!


The explosions didn't stop, everything was happening at once. What was once so static, and clear had changed within seconds. Pillars that had stood for thousands of years were now dust, and dead bodies where being further mangled. Nearly two meters of the man that was Darron Wraith was flung like a rag doll, and his taught muscles relaxed. Milleseconds felt like minutes as he watched debris, dust, and everything in the Temple entrance be tossed around by the kinetic energy. Both flesh and durasteel hands clenced tightly around the hilts that were now deactivated to prevent further damage to the area, and blonde locks were all he could see as his body flailed through the air before...

Crash!!!

Ribs snapped, and durasteel that was meant to protect his sternum crumpled. Ozone, explosive materials, and flesh could be smelt. Copper was one of the more prevailing smells, and Wraith realized he was bleeding....a lot. Moving his legs brought more debris on him, and the Jedi Master reallized he was in a weak spot in the floor. Awareness was coming back as he realized that a battle was still going on around him, and he actually appreciated for a moment to be forgotten. It wasn't often the former leader of the Jedi could disappear in battle, but he was grateful in this instance. Lightsabers were crashing near him, and the sounds of boots could be heard as more beings came near him. Panic, the emotion he wanted to feel began to surface, but he exhaled that out and emptied himself.

The Force filled the empty cup that was Darron Wraith.

Every bit of his self, and his own preservation dissapeared. His field of responsibility expanded as he weakly made his way to his knees, while clipping one of his lightsabers to his belt. It's electrum finish now covered in soot and blood, a state that it's owner was sharing in. Blood was matting his tawny hair, and the crimson liquid was freely dripping onto his cortosis greaves. Placing his palms on his legs, he managed to stand to his full height, the Sith were surrounding the area. We have lost, he thought to himself. More hateful energy could be felt, and the Force showed him that the planet was completely lost. Loss was everywhere, and the Jedi had firmly lost their home to the Sith. "In thousands of years, this has only happened one time before this." Wraith's voice was weak as more of who he was faded away to the light of the Force.

The human male was too weak to do what the Force was wanting, so it used him as it's vessel.


"I won't let you take this place," the Force spoke through him. Wraith's field of responsibility expanded around the whole temple. All of his senses wrapped through the battle damaged structure. Every crack, every dent, and every bit of damage could be felt as his consciousness wrapped around the structure. Millenia of improvements, and design could be felt by him, and for the first time in his life he truly appreciated the structure. It was a true marvel, and in that moment he finally saw it as he had as a small child after being rescued from the mines. Call it an out of body experience, or whatever you will, but the man who had been frozen for two decades was finally feeling as he had as a child. As opponents came closer and closer to him, he felt the few Jedi aura's left alive in the structure, and he felt the legions of the Sith inside what had been his home. How will they survive? His internal question was met with silence as he continued to push his will around the structure, finding the load bearing columns that were damaged.


They will find a way, trust in the Force, answered his father's voice.

So he did, and he let more and more of the light pour in him and out through his arms that were now out-stretched to the sky. Dust was falling on him as all of his energy and the energy from the light began to leave him. Muscles began to shake, and a distinct blood vessel could be seen popping out of his forehead as everything around him dissapeared. All the memories he had from all periods of his life, and everything he could feel emanating in the Force faded away as he exhaled his pain. His one path of action had been revealed, and more moments passed as his power expanded and his grip became firmer on a fortress that had stood for as long as the Republic. More dust fell, and a distinct pain could be felt in Darron's heart as he fully comprehended what he was about to do. I can't do this, he thought to himself.

Darron, yes you can.


So Wraith did it, and it wasn't the grand spectacle one would expect.

His senses had worked in tandem with the Force, and all his years of training, combined with his sensitivity allowed it to happen. What had been weakened in the battle was finally brought to destruction. Cracks were made bigger, and weight was displaced in key areas. Hands of durasteel and flesh opened for a moment and then clenched close as he brought his arms down as he exercised his power in a titanic display. Marble, durasteel, and other building materials came crashing down as columns were bent or broken in their key areas. It was a talent he didn't use often outside conflict, but the former GrandMaster of the order had just used Shatterpoint on the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

Just like in battle, he treated the situation like a diamond, and he broke it.

One last breath left his lungs as the temple collapsed in on itself, and what had taken decades to build had been brought down in minutes. What started as a whisper of great power turned into a roar that threatened death. The ground shook as level upon level collapsed, and the Jedi Master barely had time to enact the second part of his plan. Consciousness failed him as he tried to save himself, and he could only hope his fellow Jedi had fared better as everything began to dissapear. What felt like an earthquake was in truth an implosion. All the memories of the past, they were gone, along with the halls that had seen generations forged into protectors of the galaxy. This heavy burden wasn't felt by the man who had done it, but what had just happened in an instant couldn't be undone as fast as it had happened.


Darron Wraith Destroyed The Jedi Temple.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Jedi Temple, near the hangars

As Albrecht approached the hangars, an ominous rumbling filled the air around him as cracks appeared in the walls, gradually growing longer and wider with each passing second. It seemed that the structure had taken more damage than he had thought, but something else was amiss...no...it hadn't taken that much damage from the fighting, but rather something was crushing it, pulling its outer extremities inwards to a central point, like a massive star at the end of its life, crushed by its own gravity into a black hole.

A feeling of dread washed over the acolyte as he started to run, changing his course away from the hangars and heading towards the grand hall. Chunks of the walls, ceiling, and various statuary crumbled around him as the rumbling intensified. He couldn't allow the temple to collapse on him now, not after cheating death three times already in his first mission with the One Sith. He had to survive, to escape!

As he turned the final corner towards the main entrance, the main structural supports were giving way and large sections of the temple collapsed around Albrecht as he called upon the last reserves of strength he had to propel himself forward, the Force aiding his escape as the destruction closed in on him, slowly gaining on him until finally he found himself at the bottom of the steps as a dust cloud erupted from the now completely-collapsed structure.

Wheezing from the exertion that his mad dash for safety had required, the young Sith looked up at the ruins he had left behind, and for a moment...felt a profound sadness. He had been right all along - the Jedi had outlived their usefulness in the galaxy, refusing to change with the times or to act to prevent acts of evil, allowing the galaxy to descend into chaos, and now, they too fell victim to the chaos they inadvertently helped to create. This was a tragedy on the grandest of scales...and yet, it was necessary. This galaxy no longer had room for the Jedi Order in it - it was time for it to move on to a brighter future, and the One Sith would show the way.

Regaining his breath, he straightened his posture and turned to face the Jedi temple, feeling that one last gesture needed to be made. He activated the cerulean-bladed lightsaber that he had obtained from the Jedi he had shot in the back mere hours before, and gave the destroyed temple a somber, Makashi-style salute, honoring his fallen adversaries and their valiant, if suicidal, opposition to the forces of the One Sith. Not all Sith may have appreciated what just happened, but Albrecht was of noble blood, and had a strong sense of respect for those adversaries he had deemed worthy of it, as the Jedi had done today.

"Today, an ancient order has come to an end..." he lamented, as if giving a euology, "it's a pity it had to be this way...but we gave them a chance at coexistence, and they rejected it. This is the price they pay for their hubris, their intolerance of any ideology other than their own. May the ruins of this once grand temple stand as a solemn warning against the arrogance, and the hypocrisy, that brought about the Jedi Order's final downfall."

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Jedi Temple Flank
Objective - Survive
Allies - The Force
Enemies - [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Cale Gunderson"]

Tallia's vision began to haze as she felt herself being pulled back to reality. The golden temple from her dreams faded to the burning Jedi temple that was falling to pieces in front of her. She examined her situation with a new found purpose. Her vision had given her clarity. Tallia wasn't focused on preserving the status quo, she was looking to create a better future. Things would have to change to make room for new ideas. It made the passing of the temple slightly more bearable, though she would still miss it dearly. Without the history of places such as the temple on Coruscant, the Jedi would cease being Jedi. Tradition played a large part in the workings of the Order, and couldn't be cast aside lightly.

That didn't mean they couldn't evolve over time. Life itself, much like the force, was fluid. It bent and reshaped to the given situation. Perhaps that was what the Jedi Order needed to learn to do. This battle was a wake up call. It was time for the Jedi to take a stand and live up to their titles. Heroes, saviors, protectors, peacekeepers. These were the names used for the Jedi of old. They set themselves apart not by being powerful or wise, but by willing to forfeit their own desires for the betterment of the galaxy around them.

Tallia wished she could say that she was selfless. Always thinking of others over herself. The truth was that she wasn't even close to the mark, but at least she was willing to admit it. It was time for change. She'd start with herself. Her attitude, and her actions, before moving on to others. Helping them to become more balanced in the force. For the first time since as long as she could remember, she felt sorry for the Sith. Their mad craving for destruction and power was a result of them being unbalanced. One could not spread peace before they were first at peace with themselves.

As the world around her shaped into reality, she encountered the sharp pain racking her body. The lightning, the blow to her shoulder, they had all contributed to physical trauma she now vividly experienced. She stepped away from the Mon Calamari, fighting to keep her wits about her. Tallia's lightsabers returned to her hands, but instead of coming up to strike, they returned to the belt around her waist.

"I surrender." She said as bravely as she could muster. "I trust you'll accept my besting as sufficient reward for the day, and not pursue me any longer." She longed to run, to stop trying to be rational with this Sith and escape, but she held her feelings back. "I think there has been enough wanton death today. It needn't continue."

 

[J3C0]

Temple Steps
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Shara hardly took note of the Temple collapsing behind him, after all it had been on the verge of doing so for quite some time.

Instead he focused on the Jedi that now came towards him, the one that threatened him and aimed to attack him. She moved faster, faster than the last one had. His eyes darted to follow her, the throw of her lightsaber, the flicker of her hands and arms. His eyelids peeled back and his eyes bulged slightly as the force gathered within him.

Then he took a step forward.

With a single quick dash forward Shara released a massive wave of the force, smashing his foot into the ground and releasing a shockwave in front of him. The lightsaber that flew towards him clashed against the wave and went flying, the duracrete before him tore itself up, and hopefully the Jedi woman would be tossed against a wall.

He could only hope she would break her neck.

 

[Long Gone]

Size matters not, and power didn’t matter either, especially in this case.

The concussive wave impacted her harshly and sent her backwards in a flip, her knees impacting the ground hard with a loud crunch underneath the light beskar’gam weave. As the wave of Force energy continued to press her back, she brought Tyrena up and focused her own energies of the Force around her very being. Every fiber of her focus penetrating the energies of his concussive wave and pressing them around her form. For a millisecond more, the wave pressed back and then stopped and impacted the wall behind her, exploding in a rain of duracrete and duraplast. There was the faint sound of the wind from the concussive force dying down as she stood there, staring at him through the violet blade which hummed loudly. She was hunched over just slightly, breathing slightly heavy. At her feet, and surrounding her very position was ground torn asunder by the concussive wave of Force energy. Any normal person would have been sent flying or crushed to death, but as anyone knew...she was far from normal. She slowly stood up straight, taking a deep breath in as the dust settled behind her, it was amusing how these creatures worked. When this was over, she'd have to do some more studying on them. Perhaps she could get some DNA from this one...

Everything that happened, occurred within a matter of few seconds.

She brought the blade down and reached her right hand out, feeling through the Force for Kor-Vella. There, under a pile of small debris, was the second blade. The Alderaanian crystal within the chambers of the hilt sang to her, she always knew where her blades were. A simple tug with the Force and the blade launched through the air, igniting in a blue-white fury and landed perfectly within the palm of her hand. She continued to stand there for a moment, staring at the jawless creature a few meters away.

“Temper, Temper…” She taunted as she turned to the side and waved the blue-white blade in it’s direction. “Is that anyway to greet someone?”

[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: Heal the wounded on both side, not get her back shoot at
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"]

Feeling before the words spoken into her mind by Xander, speaking back, **I'm in the back taking care of the wounded, could use a hand, if your done messing around with the sith... that last part was more reminder of what they was sent here to do that was to aid.

Picking up the kits going switch to the next wounded. The stink of death could be smelled into her nostrils. Bodies laid all around blood from there lifeless bodies staining the stone dark red. Death was already, as she started to work on this body this time didn't pay any attention any more what they was Enemies or Allies, it was a life. What a true healer would see life not matter who they where. Taking out what of the kit what was needed.

Lifting up he head only to not to have the hand she needed in the help of wrapping a wound, but staring up at a end of a barrel of blaster from one of the soldiers that was to be helping aid upon the healing and taking the wounded off the battle field. That is enough of this young miss, here cut his throat move on to one of ours, they are nothing but heaths that need to be put to death. Shaking her head, only to stop herself taking the knife from the him, only to throw it down feeling now that the one behind her grab at her long hair finding it twisting up into his hand. We need to cut this one throat she no better then sith scum. All she could do now was grab at her head to keep it from being rip out until a plan formed. Getting to the point that used the force to push the one back, then twisting in away only to bring a sharp pain in the side she been stab at, falling to her knees again, feel the a blaster bolt coming throw her shoulder, with a scream that could be heard across the battle field. As she started to do what she could to stop from taking another bolt. A life is a life let go of my hair bastard, I'm a healer not a killer....

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Jedi Temple flank
Objective: Save the lady in distress
Allies: [member="[/COLOR][/URL][/FONT][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/1360-cale-gunderson/"]Cale Gunderson"]
Enemies: [member="Tallia Farn"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/1251-tallia-farn/, [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Xander Carrick"], any other Jedi/Republic

"You're not going anywhere," the Mon Calamari stated, the tip of his blade pointing at her throat, mere inches from touching her skin. "Drop your weapons and get on your knees or perish by my blade." He ordered, bringing the superheated plasma a little closer to her neck, ready to end her if she did any other move than what he expected of her. If she surrendered, she'd be fairly judged and executed. All Jedi had to be removed as enemies of peace. Veles' cybernetic eye remained fixed at her while the real eye swiveled around as he heard some Republic soldiers. What he saw surprised him. Maya, healing the wounded on both sides. Veles guessed her story of being a healer was a lie, yet now he saw she actually stood true to her beliefs, just as she told him. Her noble attempts were not met with understanding from the "good" side, several Republic soldiers disliked the pink skinned woman treated to a Sith. That was enough for them to sentence the healer to death. Although Veles would not hesitate to kill her himself, the cowardly way the Republic troopers chose to kill the healer along with her scream prompted him to act. Maya had managed not to get her throat cut, but it did not end there, one of them opened fire as she resisted and the young Zeltron received another wound.

Leaving the Jedi brat be, the Mon Calamari jumped towards the nearest Republic trooper, kicking out his right leg and hitting the man into head, decapitating him in a violent fashion. The combination of enhanced muscles and reinforced skeleton was truly impressive. Upon landing on the solid ground, his lightsabers started working on the rest of the soldiers, ending their lives with cold precision and stabs through vital organs. When the last one fell, Veles stood above Maya, absorbing the life energy the soldiers have released upon their death to recuperate a bit of strength lost in the fight with the Jedi.

"I apologize for the leg." The Mon Cal said politely and extinguished the blade in his left hand to attach it to the belt and take something else. Tossing the object to Maya's lap, the Zeltron could see it was a medpac. "Use it as you see fit." If the healer did what she was supposed to do, he'd do his best to protect her so she could continue her duty of helping the wounded without being disturbed. Sith troopers would be ordered to let the woman be, while their Republic enemies seeking to kill a Sith and a traitor to the Republic would be ended swiftly and efficiently.

 

[Garza]

Location: Jedi Temple flank[/background]
Objective: Save the lady in distress[/background]
Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"], Any other Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], Any other Sith.

There were things that I disliked. Stubbing my toes, hitting your shin bone, Speeder engine breaking down. And there were things that I hated. Sith, and my visions. Despite my low force powers, I had a powerful sense of visions on the battle field or other such, I tried to talk to Maya once more with Telepathy, when my mind broke as I ran. I could see a Red saber being held at a familiar pink skinned throat, with blood covering her body and a red webbed hand. Only for the saber to leave and lash out at my vision. I flashed back to normal life.

I had to move faster. I rushed past more people. Not looking if they were with the Jedi or the Sith towards the rear of the Temple. I jumped to the side as a pillar in the temple fell over and almost squished. I shook my mind and continued to run, having been doing this alot, and being very athletic, And well, with a little pushes with the force, I had jumped over a pillar, brought my saber down on a Sith Soldier cleaving him in half. and rolling to lessen the fall as though I had been planning it. Running more, I could see a Mon Calamari with a red lightsaber at Maya's throat as she was working on someone.

I started to run but stopped as the sith slashed at the Republic soldiers that threatened him. I watched as he did it with precision and such accuracy. he then returned to Maya without seeing me, and handed her something. Deciding to yell out, I walked towards both of them. "Maya! Get the Wounded out of here! The Temple Is going to fall." I looked to the Sith, I knew that he might attack. Keeping my hand on Gold lightsaber I allowed the blade to glow as we both stood before each other. "You get your wounded while We get ours. I have no quarrel with his at this moment. Leave and then we won't fight." I gave the warning to the Sith.

He looked fit, and able to battle. I had hardly fought hard against the Sith Lord. But I didn't know what to expect with the man. Attack, and I will take him on to allow Maya, and the others to escape. If he leaves, I will aid in the evac of our own. But Sith, I would leave for their own.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Jedi Temple Flank
Objective - GTFO
Allies - N/a
Enemies - [member="Cale Gunderson"]

She tensed as the Mon Cal held his lightsaber under her chin. Restrain kept her from retaliating. He said he was going to arrest her, then changed his mind and walked off. Typical Sith. Without sport there was no reason to pursue a target. They needed emotions to feed, and keeping a cool head helped them from exploiting you. Satisfied that her primary threat was out of the way, Tallia turned her attention to her other attacker. A pang of hurt rippled through the force as she felt him coming at her from behind. She sidestepped his thrusting lightsabers as he flew through the air above him. If she had to fight, the only form she'd be able to sustain for any kind of time would be Soresu.

"It doesn't have to be this way Cale. Remember who you are. Remember what we were." She paused a moment, beating back tears before she continued. "We were a team. I don't want to fight you." Her lightsabers stayed at her side while she waited for his response. She needed to learn to sustain her force powers longer if she was going to be aggressive like that again. Now she was too weak to put up a huge fight.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Location: Jedi Temple flank[/background]
Objective: Keep big Brother from.... oh who am I joking Guys and there fighting...[/background]
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"], Any other Jedi
Enemies: Darth Veles, Any other Sith.

Getting herself ready for one last burst of power, before she called upon that she had cage up. Trying to throw up what could be said a weaken shield before that could happen, it all happen in a flash. All it was a blur to her. Only to feel the warm blood coming down her hair now with one head being taken off to expose all the arteries. As it drip from her purple hair. Looking up with her eyes blinking to see [member="Darth Veles"] standing above him with drawling his sword from the last one. Eyes widen, to the point that getting ready for the finally blow would end her life. What happen next only make her look back up at him, in her lap was a medical kit. All the rage with in her wanted to get out of her cage only to keep it down there. Why...I.. all that was going threw her mind was nothing short that needed to be sorted out. This one took his son from her because she wouldn't give up the location of the Sliver Jedi Temple. Now he saved her life. Before her mind went any more came a voice.

Grabbing the sith staff that laid with this body she had been working on. Pulling herself up to face him, and Xander beside her. Xander, what you think I was trying to do, before these Republic ones turn on me, for helping all wounded to get them off the field before the rest of the temple came down, they wanted me to... they wanted...me to cut his throat like some animal. I couldn't do it ..I just couldn't ...this one ...he....stop...it...he tore them to pieces..... Stopping herself she wouldn't tell that he was the one that broke her leg to pieces or put the whole in the side of herself, that she had patch up, now having to stop the bleed out of her shoulder. I need to stop this bleeding, if you to have to fight each other because of your believes being different so be then kill each other. Look at this field there been so my death so many lives taken...don't you hear the cries from the dead and dying... I feel every soul on this blood soak field.... I have a duty to the wounded it seem that no other healer was crazy enough to come out, to face death head on... Pausing to look at them both, feeling them both out in the force using what she had left to empthany to both even those that either one it would work, as the rage was in both but different types. I am the light and I am the shadow..

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Jedi Temple Ruins
Objective: Do that one cool thingy that signifies changing sides
Allies: The fish, all other Sith
Enemies: [member="Tallia Farn"], other Jedi

Remember this, remember that. He did remember, he couldn't stop remembering, they haunted him and he wanted to cry out but he couldn't feel the fear or the panic. His sabers deactivated and found their way to his side as he leaned down over the now limp corpse of a Sith Knight, pulling the mask away from the dead man's face and taking his saber into his hands. "I do remember who I am, what do you think all this is? This is me remembering." He replied, his voice icy and cold.

Staring down his former friend, Cale slid on the mask and pulled his dark hood over it. "Run." Cale ordered, this was the only time he'd show mercy. Plenty of Jedi had died today, some needed to live in order to spread the word that their reign was over. Peace was coming to this galaxy through order and strength, all at the hand of the Dark Lord.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Jedi Temple flank
Objective: Save the lady in distress
Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"]
Enemies: [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Xander Carrick"], any other Jedi/Republic

"Excuse me," the Mon Cal's right eye swiveled around to look at the newcomer. Another Jedi who needed to be removed in a permanent fashion. "I am not going anywhere. It is you who should retreat, Jedi, unless you want to end as the Republic dogs here who wanted to kill my dear Maya..." Veles said and allowed the hate of both of the Jedi fuel his power, replenishing more energy that's been lost this day. It felt quite good, actually, to be able to feed on such primal emotions and feelings. Both Jedi hated him in some way, ironically giving him more power he needed to fight them if necessary. Had either of them attacked him, the young amphibian would not hesitate to defend himself against their attacks. He had already defeated two Jedi, leaving one broken and dying and letting the other flee, what could possibly stop him now? Listening to Maya some more, he smiled at her, chuckling softly when she mentioned she was the only healer out there. That was very true, though ironically she stood among several bodies. The corpses around them continued to stare at the Zeltron with eyes that would never see anything again.

"I agree with [member="Maya Whitelight"]. Out of all Jedi, there is just one healer around. And she is not even a Jedi, but a rogue! Isn't that sad? Doesn't that show the strength of her devotion?" Veles winked at her with his large eye, the same thing she used to do at him during their date. Shifting his gaze towards the blonde man, the Mon Calamari Knight continued, his expression hardening, "Get out of here. You're only making poor Maya suffer by slaughtering more people. Shame on you! Coruscant is liberated now, so take your brainless soldiers and hide in some hole. Do not worry about Maya, she is under my protection now. A true Jedi like her has nothing to fear from us..." Taking the medpac from her hands, the amphibian opened it and took out some painkillers and antibiotics first, applying those to the Padawan's wounds and treating them carefully. Did he feel bad about breaking her leg like an egg and burning a hole into her side? Not really, but at the same time, he saw she was not just another parody of a Jedi, but a proper healer who stood up to her principles. Veles respected that. No more attempts to turn her to the Dark Side, this woman was a strong Jedi and he did not want a true Jedi go to waste.

 

[Garza]

Location: Jedi Temple flank
Objective: Save the lady in distress
Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"], Any other Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], Any other Sith.

All I could do was look at Maya as she was injured. I looked to her a she was there. Telling us not to fight, I looked to the Mon Calmari as he told me that I was a shame, and that Maya was his. I smiled and shook my head, "You may think I am with the Republic, and for your information... Sith... I am with Maya, and I am not leaving without her." My helmet was off and I took a few steps forward, "I am just like her. No devotion to the Jedi order. I work for myself, and for my Friends benefits." Pointing to the Injured Maya on the ground, I made it very apparent that I was not leaving, "And she is my Sis, which is more than what I can say for you. I have no fight against you. And I will leave you be. But I will take Maya back to be fixed up." i let my arm drop and I looked at the man straight in the eyes.

"Nothing you say, or can do, will change that." There was a tone in my voice that could not be conquered. and would not be shaken. Because this was now, personal.