The Sacking of Coruscant

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Location: Somewhat close to the old senate building
Allies: N/A
Enemies: One Sith?
Objective: Personal matters

You never realized how easy it was to lose the ability to breathe until it happened to you. One moment you were fine, and the next the one thing all beings learned to rely on was taken from you. It was the hitching of the lungs that caused the most displeasure; that raspy gasp one made when their body refused to draw breath. It was a momentary claustrophobia; the realization that you were suffocating and the entire galaxy was closing around you.

Rook felt that now.

He lay flat against cold concrete and debris that dug into his fingertips. A massive piece of permacrete lay flat across his back, restricting his breath and making movement particularly difficult. He'd come down near one of the civilian starports, but his landing had not been the smoothest, to say the least.

Frak.

The soldier pushed hard against the ground. His body moved upward a fraction of an inch. The permacrete shifted ever so slightly. He drew in a faint, desperate breath. That was enough. Spewing a string of curses, Rook lifted himself up into the air, the muscles in his arms screaming for a reprieve the entire time. The slab of permacrete was halfway off his back when two strangers lifted it away. Rook glanced up.

Sith soldiers.

Shab.

"Don't do anything stupid." The lead man growled. Their rifles were trained on Rook's midriff. The coalition soldier had no options here. He'd failed to find Sara; failed to free Stanley and his mother.

He was debating charging one of the men and hoping his armor would keep him alive when he heard a loud crack. The first soldier fell to the ground with a hole in his head. Another crack. The second man was down.

"The hell?" Rook stood up. The streets were empty, as he would expect during a planet-wide attack. Then something moved, a figure in the corner of his eye. He spun toward it, reached for his rifle, and -- "Alex!" A woman a full foot and a half shorter than he bounded into the soldier, and threw her arms around him. Rook returned the gesture.

"Sara...you...did that?"

"I've been to the range here and there. Are you okay? Is this--" She waved her hands up toward the dogfighting in the sky, "--your alliance?"

Rook nodded. "Part of it. Where's mom?" His sister pulled away from the embrace. She turned toward one of the many apartment buildings lining the road that led to the starport. "With a friend. Stanley is there too. Are we going to leave now?" She lofted a brow, anticipation lacing her words, "If we are, I need to grab some things."

Rook sighed, "Make it quick," he motioned toward the apartment building and started walking, "I don't know if the coalition is going to win here. You three are my priority. The war can wait."

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Between you and the ruined temple door!
Objective A
Mission: NONE SHALL PASS! Hold the Temple Entrance for reinforcements. Burn Jedi. Make tea?
Allies: [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] | [member="Darth Vizios"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Nyte Ignis"]
Enemies: [member="Lisette Kuhn"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] (others!)
NPCS: 5/6 Sun Guard, 2 Ancient Massassi Sith Spawn at the door.
Background NPCs: Troopers, AA Guns, Shield Generator.

The betrayer saw the reinforcements and clever spotting of the opening [member="Darth Hauntruss"] had in partnership created, as the lord's troops came in behind the temple defenders would stand to the last man, a rock and a hard place, the Jedi could be caught in a trap of their own making.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xTs3Npt_-Y​

"Hold your ground!" ​

Raien's voice rebounded outward in a grand call to the troopers closest to him, edge of truth his saber ignited becoming like the fire soaked scene around him, the rakattan rune for justice holding sway. Centering himself within the melee, swords and sabers met his, he cleaved cleanly through a body in a fluid soresu technique, which took arm, then leg, leaving his aggressor in a heap.

With the end of one technique came the other, the cold aura faded as the lines mixed. Some Jedi scattered past even as the two Massassi giants with him swung their whirring weapons into those coming with them, cleaving them into bloody chunks of bones and metal. While they were standing at the door, they were thinning the herd at least!

Red Kinetite

Red lightening in his hand began to pool, drawing inward to build, cracking torments of pain and suffering balling up into a denser, deadlier form. [member="Kira Vaal"] was unfortunately for her noted and the loathing in the pits of his stomach cursed through him. Anyone unfortunate enough to be in her direction found two slow but ominous spheres of ruby lightening headed their way, puncture wounds inflicted by scything red arcs as men were burned or pierced in their static discharges, raw emotion displaced, he was still mastering this slow technique but the pain inflicted had a certain mastery all its own.

Boots crushed downward holding firmly to his place, disgusted at the weaknesss he saw! This was the Jedi orders best? Picking up the nearest padawan in the force and beginning to simply crush the bones to fracture, the body, the organs.... bit by bit till the boy was screaming for the aid of his nearby companions.

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Enjoying this great fight so far!

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective A

Darth Ayra sat within the confines of the Initium, a modified Star Courier that was capable of stealth. The Dark Lord of the Sith was on her way back to the Chandrila system, after attending the recent coronation of the Vinssk Revamp on Trandosha, when the news came in.

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Hello and welcome to this emergency news report. The Galactic News Network has recently received word that Coruscant has fallen under attack. Coruscant, which has been under the control of the Sith since their attack eight years ago, was believed to be a fortress world by the Galactic Republic and thus not a viable target for the Republic military and Jedi Order in recent analysis of the war.

This sudden and surprising attack on Coruscant...

Ayra leaned forward to mute the broadcast, before reclining into her seat. She found her eyes wondering up to the view port, to watch the stars blur by as the Initium continued it's course through hyperspace.

"What to do?" Murmuring aloud, the Dark Lord had already decided. Bringing the Initium out of lightspeed, in the void between the Outer Rim Territories and Mid Rim, Ayra commanded the navigational computer to work out a new course to Coruscant from her location.

Minutes later, the Initium was back in hyperspace, it's new course set. Rising up from her seat, Darth Ayra prepared for battle.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Coruscant, the Underworld
Allies: [member="Durzo Qinvah"]
Enemies: Heretics and Blasphemers
Objective: Infiltration.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SD2a1mbq-cA​

Hate wasn't a burden Yurzhoc often carried, his enemies didn't normally live long enough for him to appreciate them in such a manner. But here, in this Yun forsaken place, he felt hatred boil over. "I hate this place Stebbles..." He said quietly at the table, in obvious compliance with his own thoughts. Head snapping over to the chair, filled with the Amphistaff, the warrior growled. "WELL OF COURSE YOU WOULD, YOU ALWAYS DISAGREE WITH ME!" He yelled, standing up from the table and kicking his metal chair away. It was lousy anyway, of poor quality and not living, what could any sane person expect! He held out his hand, accusingly at the weapon.

"No, don't you try and back out of this..." He was making a scene. Fortunate for him, those around him had begun to evacuate due to some odd ringing noise. He had wondered what it meant, simpleton non Yuuzhan Vong were always scared of things. He assumed a strong wind was pushing through. "Well at least Erzo and Slim don't mock me at every turn!" It was at times like this that he was happy his Vonduun armor and Chom-Huun were so agreeable.

It was then that his that his Villip whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Picking it up, he scowled at the amphistaff and turned towards a great opening in the sky. "Heretics you say?" He laughed. "Why, slaughtering Quednack was just what I had in mind!" He nearly screamed into the Villip. "DURZO, MY FRIEND..." He coughed and looked around "Where are you, I'll come to you!"

He yanked the amphistaff from it's seat, it curled around his arm and rested it's head upon his shoulder. "Good Stebbles...daddy still loves you." He said, petting the creature on the head. Squeezing the Villip, he attached it to his cheek and began walking. To where? Only Yun'O knows.

 

[Aela Talith]

A
[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Nyte Ignis"]

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Equipment:
Vanguard Armor
Lightsaber
Necklace
Bracers
Ring

She felt a press against her body. The force push threw her back, the young acolytes attack sending Aela tumbling back through the air. It was the apprentices own attack that allowed the Jedi master to dodge the Xavka's strike, his ambush being ruined by Aela's forced movement. She landed on the ground with a grunt and a tumble, scrapping against the floor for half a second before rolling to her feet.

Her lightsaber flicked sideways, scratching against the duracrete.

Aela took half a second to observe her opponents, her eyes setting first on the female acolyte, then on the male.

She tried to assess them, understand them. Her lips thinned, her eyes wandering carefully between the two. The Galactic Alliance was here to fight, here to take everything that they could, including the lives of Sith if they had to. That didn't meant that Aela had to kill these two however, it simply meant that she had to convince them to lay down their arms. Her lightsaber slowly rose in front of her, feet shifting into a defensive stance. Her off hand lowered slightly, fingers curling slightly as she prepared to use the force.

"Lay down your weapons." Aela pleaded. "We're not here to harm anyone."

 

[Reverance]

Location: Coruscant Sith Temple
Objective: Not sure yet
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
People, not sure enemy or friend: [member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
Equipment:

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Amphistaff
Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Voxyn Al'Do
War-Torn Armor
Armorweave robe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehhuWV557mY​

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The hooded Wrath wasn't so silent in his footsteps, but there was enough overlap to hear the clank of another figure within the walls. Between the nexus of power and general appeal, he had assumed the Dark Side. But the universe was topsy turvy, no one could be accountable anymore for their presence. There was a mixing occurring, sometimes the desperate took help from whomever they could. Unable to ascertain the features of the large individual walking through the halls, Gabriel mentally shrugged and continued into a large stone chamber hidden deep within the walls of the temple.

Approaching a mantle, he took the Sith Holocron in hand and read the description. Lifelong Alchemic derivations of Darth Meravin. Who? Gabriel rattled his head back and forth, quickly, as if dazed by the name. Obviously they had to be important if they had a Sith Holocron, after all it took much work and focus to create such long standing annals of power and knowledge. It was then that he noticed that half of the metal plate was covered by dust, to which he responded by wiping it free. Lifelong Alchemic derivations of Darth Meravin: A Sith Lords guide to fine dining and unique cooking recipes. The Wrath, in one of the first times in his life, was speechless as he smirked and placed the holocron back on it's panel.

He was hoping the invaders were after this specific holocron. Any good initiative can't exist for long without proper nourishment. He shook his head and turned towards the hallway that preceded his entrance, looking back through the fire lit passageway. A turn to his left would lead him back to the entrance and based off the current aura's, that's where the action was. Perhaps it was time for him to make an appearance, see what sort of group was rapping so rapidly against his door.

 

[Light Rises]

He’d been having nightmares.

Lots of nightmares. Nightmares about the local police department arriving at the house. Arriving to tell the family that his father was gone. He hadn’t known what that meant when it started. But after a while? It meant his father was dead. There was a benefit. The Wrath fo the Dark Lord had even said some nice words. He visited often. It was nice, but it was sad too. Timmy would rather have his father around. [member="Reverance"] was a nice man, he brought food. He got his mother to talk, and to get out of bed. But it was still sad. Dave was missed by his children.

He wasn’t sure why he had woken up. It was a start. The fighting, how close was it to the Dave family residence? It didn’t matter. The kid was a gorram predictor for things going bad. It was as if the telltale whine of people coming to upset the One Sith was etched in his mind, he could feel when they arrived.

But that was when he screamed. “Mom!” And everyone in the house knew what was going on. It was bad. The news was turned on and it seemed that it was happening again. For the first time in weeks, Janet looked at her kids, and called them all to the couch. She had turned off the holonet. That was enough bad news for the day.

Praise be to the Sith, respect the curfew.

The family begs you.

 

[Evan Kenner]

Location: Approaching the Sith Temple
Allies: The Alliance and their pals who look like they're getting their booties kicked
Enemies: Sith / [member="Raien Keth"]

There were many people at the steps to the Sith Academy. There were Jedi, Sith, and many soldiers. The soldiers clad in white stood out. Evan had to wonder who thought having soldiers wearing bright white armor was a good idea, they stuck out like a sore thumb.

A stray blaster bolt whizzed by his head, so he quickly ducked behind some cover. He saw some of those white-armored soldiers, about three, start coming after him. He reached for his pistol on his hip.

Oh come on, I forgot my blaster?! he thought, cursing in huttese. Only one choice then. He took his lightsaber in hand and ignited it, the gold blade extending outward with a hiss like vibrating steel. He leapt over his cover as the stormtroopers began to open fire. Each shot would have made it's mark if the gold-bladed lightsaber did not appear between the chiss' body and the blaster bolts. It took a few tries, but Evan managed to deflect the bolts back at them.

Evan made his way closer to the steps, watching as [member="Raien Keth"] slowly began to crush a nearby Padawan. Anger began to build inside of Evan as he watched. Barbaric son of a...

He couldn't stand by and watch. Throwing a hand forward, Evan hurled a wave of Force Push toward the Sith Lord. He didn't know if he were outmatched, but he didn't really care, either. He was done with standing back and watching.

Time to do something about it.

 

[Light Rises]

On the other side of the world, Jaeger perked up. She had been separated from her partner, Wilziak following the Rebel Alliance attack on Coruscant. The police dog’s feet had been burned by a chemical. Her nose still worked, and he could still help, he could still work. She wanted to work. That was what dogs did. They worked. And when the signs of struggle came on the holonet, the dog perked up. He wanted to get out there, but he knew that each step he took hurt his paws. There were people there, people who could be in serious danger.

The sounds of the fleet, of landing vessels and the talk of attacks on the Temple were crowding the broadcast.

Jaeger looked out the window and whined. Every step would hurt, but helping people? That was all he needed.

It would make it feel better.

Hopefully no one would get hurt.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : A
Location : Sewage!
Allies : [member="Julius Sedaire"] \\ [member="Veino Garn"] \\ [member="Darth Raijin"]
Enemies : One Sith \\ TBD
Gear : Galactic Alliance Trooper Armor , Mk II Bolter , BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle



Coruscant was a planet Judah had once known well. An ex-Republic starfighter pilot, he had spent his days not far from their current location. It was where he fell head over heels in love for his wife. He hadn't been back since he and [member="Thessa Kai"] had left the Republic. Much seemed to change. Whether that was the doing of the Sith or just Coruscant in general it was hard to tell.


This wasn't a trip down memory lane. With the lightweight armor on his frame and the distant blaster it was easy to keep reminding himself it was a now war zone. Judah was bringing up the middle of a group of four. Three 'Forcies'. He should have suspected as such when volunteering to tag along on a little assignment to this Temple.


Moving silently, they were soon dropping down a grate. Diving in feet first, Judah found himself landing in a puddle of sewage. Well....they were in a sewer tunnel after all. Small rodents scuttled away as he dropped in and started to move quietly around the space.


His fancy helmet recognized the darkness, night vision switching over on the HUD. Fancy. Then again, he was used to flying in the black and not having his feet on the ground. Now he could actually see the rodents scurrying around and the pieces of large debris folks had thrown down into the sewers. Electronic parts, disposable cooler, various bits of rags and trash.


Judah adjusted his grip on the BTI blaster, bolter banging against his thigh, reminding him he was up against Sith up ahead. Silently, he looked down the sewage tunnel, keeping watch while the rest got their bearings to head on wards.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: In front of the Temple
Objective: Defend the Temple
Allies: Sith ([member="Nyte Ignis"])
Enemies: Invaders ([member="Aela Talith"])


Xavka growled loudly at the Jedi before him, paying no attention to the chaos of death and destruction as it played out before him. To him the world had shrunk to two people, his Mate and the woman that had dared to attack her, everything else was background noise. Stepping carefully over the puddle of acid that had emerged from the bottle Nyte had thrown, Xavka kept his eye fixed on the Jedi while addressing his Mate.

"Are you alright, I'Doz?"

Feeling the build up of the Force around the Jedi, Xavka growled again, the growl growing louder as the woman asked him and his Mate to lay down his weapons. The, as he perceived it, insult to his honour, the request that he lay down his weapons and let the invaders attack the destination he sought to defend, coupled with the attack on Nyte by the Jedi, pushed Xavka's mind straight into battle-lust. All that mattered to him now was to kill, not even his Mate's response.

"Sharee gath fro et naritsla I'Tai! For, shuree naritsla sharee!" He spat.

Charging forwards towards the Jedi, Xavka twisted the Force and multiple copies of himself formed around him, hiding him from view so long as the Illusion would fool his target. Once he had drawn close to the woman, he swung his sword towards her neck once again, the copies of himself mimicking his action.


Translation:

Spoiler

Sharee gath fro et naritsla I'Tai! For, shuree naritsla sharee! = You tried to kill my Mate! Now, I kill you!

 

[Judah Lesan]

[member="NPCs by Corey"]

Dave was dead. Wow that seems like a wretched beginning, kinda like the first line of the Christmas Carol. Who starts books out with a depressing line? Oh right, Dickens was into painting the depressing for the sake of selling good literature. I still like wishbone's version of Tale of Two Cities better. That dog makes everything better, except Sherlock Holmes. Robert Downey Jr. was great in that. Too bad Dave couldn't cuddle with his wife and watch it anymore. Stupid [member="Darth Azurea"] and her stupid explosive projectile. One thing was cool, Dave could walk through walls. Yeah.

It looked like Coruscant was getting sacked again. The fire works would be fun, and hopefully there wasn't anyone to kill the rest of his family. Then again, they might have another cool concert for them all. His was annual so why not have one for the family. Dave would sit back and watch what happened. He had nothing better to do while in Purgatory.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: B: Planetary Defense
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Silver Sanctum Coalition
Gear: Lightsaber | Vanguard Armor | Carbine | Vibroblade
Enemies: Sith and Sith Allies
Location: Coruscant

Coruscant. Previously called Imperial Center, Yuuzhan'tar, Triple Zero, and a host of other names, the planet was thought of as the capital of the galaxy. Reasonably so, as it had been the capital of several galactic governments and supported a host of prominent Temples. Of course, back then there had only been maybe three major governments, so now that there were a dozen or so the term of 'galactic capital' no longer applied. It could by no means support itself, it had to import food and water just to sustain the inhabitants. Yet still governments fought over it.

Personally, Audren had never thought he'd see the planet. By the time he was introduced to the galaxy at large, it had been conquered by the One Sith, no Jedi there was safe. Yet now here he was, looking out at the ecumenopolis on the descent from space. This wasn't a sight-seeing trip though, he was here with the Coalition and Galactic Alliance attacking the place. Not a general attack, that would involve the lives of far too many civilians. No, this was specific, as precise a thrust as an operation this size could be.

Most of the others on this boat were headed for the Sith Temple, the Padawan was not. He carried a datapad with highly-sophisticated hacking protocols and was headed for the Planetary Defense Headquarters. A full-on assault of Sith wasn't his cup of tea, but taking down a key defense layer that would allow more of his friends and allies to stay alive? Yea, he could do that. With that goal in mind, the Sephi had 'borrowed' a set of armor from the Alliance's armory and added a jetpack. This was a lighter model, one that had only two burns. Gun, lightsaber, knife, all good to go.

Minutes out from the Sith Temple, the boat crossed as close as it was going to get to Planetary Defense. The vessel didn't land, didn't slow. Audren instead went off the rear loading ramp, free-falling through the air. It was a thrill, that was sure. He'd launched himself off tree branches and even used the Force to leap meters in one go, but he'd never been so high up and falling freely. Fun time was over though. Trusting in the Force, he oriented on the nearest rooftop and waited. Now. The Sephi initiated the first of the burns, using the jetpack to slow his descent from terminal velocity to an easy landing. Then he was off and running towards the target building.

Apparently he was not the only one assaulting this position. On one side, an X-Wing starfighter rocketed into the side of the skyscraper. Messy, to say the least, but an effective distraction. Taking advantage of that distraction, the Padawan hurled himself over the side of the walkway he was on, igniting a crimson-bladed lightsaber as he went. Five levels below, there was another walkway, this one heading directly into Defense Headquarters. Another burn from the jetpack had him touching down in the middle of a group of guards, this time not-so-gently. Broken bones would be the best hoped for, at least for the guard he'd landed on. Minor burns as well. The lightsaber made quick work of the remainder. With his jetpack thoroughly exhausted, the blonde Sephi tipped it over the side with one of the guards' thermal detonators attached: the resulting implosion three seconds later ensured nobody else would be crushed by the falling hunk of metal.

An slash with the lightsaber had the door falling off its hinges, and he was inside. He keyed his comm unit - another person had called in on the mission-specific frequency not long ago.

"Big hole where someone flew an X-Wing in. Might want to take advantage of that or hit the standard entrances while the guards are distracted."

[member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member=Miad'rien'navruno] | [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Jsc]

D
Space

[member="Dave"] had a younger brother. Tod. A brother who loved his fallen family member so much? That he had gone and joined the OS Navy as a TIE Pilot. Oh yes. Tod would fight for his brother. Tod would defend this world from those cushy religious fanitics who had taken his family members from him. Tod would...

*wat wat wat wat*

~ Oh god no! ...Tod! ~

*kaboom*

~/ "...Yeehaa! Nice shooting Blue! Scratch off another TIE pilot for the RnR! Yeedoggie"

...Alas.

Tod had perished.

 

[Cynthia]

Location: What's a loe-kay-shun?
Objective: Stop using words I don't know!

Cynthia waddled (or rather, crawled) a winding path among a sea of rubble, scrap, and bodies; she certainly looked lost, lonely. The howls of war, destruction, and slaughter raged around the small child, permeating the air with a stifling aura of bloodlust and fear. Yet, despite all this, the orphan could not be more content with her surroundings; the all-too familiar sights and sounds of war took on pleasant forms in little Cynthia's mind. Lasers became pretty red lines that danced and pranced about like neon clusters of fireflies, explosions became gentle pats on the shoulder, the shots, screams, and shrieks of man and woman alike became a calming serenade. But none of this could be true - and Cynthia knew this; even a child's mind could only fool its vessel for so long. No, the pale little girl was in the middle of a slaughterhouse, and she knew it.

But this did not bother her. Or, at least, it seemed not to; Cynthia crawled over the cracked earth in the midst of the fighting, seeming not to pay attention as men and women fell around her. Instead, her eye caught what appeared to be a helmet. Curious, she shuffled on over on her knees, stopping and picking the dusty thing up in her grubby, dirt-encrusted digits. "Grim," the pale girl huffed to herself as she turned the armament over in her tiny hands to gaze at a laser-sized, smoking hole in the side of the helmet. Perhaps she should just go ahead and take it? Whomever the thing belonged to clearly had no use for it, after all.

No, no, that would never do. See, young Cynthia thought herself a well-mannered little girl (as little as she looked the part, indeed) and the single thing she prided herself on recalling from her mother's teachings was to never pick up things off the ground that look like they may belong to other people. "They could've been left there by a sleepy person, y'know!" She scolded herself, lightly rapping a knuckle against her forehead before tossing the helmet aside and crawling onward.

As much as Cynthia wanted to become lost in her half-lucid musings as she always seemed to do, she was roused from her thoughts by the sight of something different buried in the broken concrete - a dirty, tiny brown plush bunny ear sticking out of the rubble. The albino orphan froze in her tracks, narrowing her eyes upon the small object and staring for far too long before suddenly squeaking and waddling her way a number of feet through the tricky stone environment to reach the concrete outcropping where the ear was located, and propping her shoulder up underneath the rock that trapped the plush toy, before attempting to push upwards to try and get the concrete slab out of the way.

Yes, in the midst of a war, a small orphan was simply attempting to get her fluffy little friend back.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] @Ta'mur Rokar
Coalition Fleet

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1 x Paladin Class SD (0 ACS)

• Destiny (1600/1600)

2 x Crusader Class SD

• Justice (1600/1600)(7 ACS)
• Cavalier (1600/1600)(7 ACS)

1 x Heavenshield Class HC (0 ACS)

• Harbinger (800/800)

2 x Sentinel Class LC

• Majesty (500/500)(3 ACS)
• Resolute (500/500)(3 ACS)

5 x Guardian Class FG (0ACS)

• Wasp (300/300)
• Dart (300/300)
• Hoplon (300/300)
• Aegis (300/300)
• Bolt (300/300)

2 x Vigilance Class FG (0ACS)

• Vanguard (211/300) -91/0
• Forefront (231/300) -69/0

2 x Frontier Class CV

• Piquet (150/150)(1 ACS)
• Peltast (150/150)(1 ACS)

Total: 9,000m
Admiral Kyrana Gould commanding
(ACS = Attack Craft Squadrons)

(OS fleet composition agreed to with Hiss-Hiss to equal my own.)

“Captain Starchaser, Jedi Rokar, the way is clear, I am sending several dropships with marines to assist you.”
Their role was to raid the shipyards under cover of the battle.

Then was the enemy fleet revealed. As Admiral Gould watched she saw a substantial enemy appear out of hyperspace. Things just got a lot more complicated.

“What are we facing?”
“Three Wyyrlok Destroyers, two Dark Blades, three Vanguard Cruisers and four…no five Razer Frigates.”
“Interesting choice,” Gould said, frowning. The One Sith had many powerful ships, and she was glad there were no Vong here this time. Powerful long range, decent close in, especially the destroyers. Lacking against faster ships able to move in close. All this flashed through her mind as she processed the information.

“Advance the Harbinger forward. It can trade shots with the Dark Blades. Divert their attention. Then we can pull it back. Continue the advance. Order the Vigilance and Forefront to move to the right flank and elevate high. We’ll aim to flank them.”

“Enemy is firing on Vanguard and Forefront!” the ensign called.
Gould winced. The Coalition fleet was lacking in ships which could deliver as powerful long range bombardments as the Sith. Fortunately all they had to target were escorts for now.
“Damage?”
“Shield damage, even at this range they’ve got so much firepower it’s hard to dodge it all.”
“Tell them to break to the right as ordered. They can’t stand against that sort of battering for long.”
It would be a matter of preventing the Sith ripping them apart long enough for the Coalition’s powerful close range weaponry to tell.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Location: ‘Scant
Objective: Bravo
Allies: [member="Miad'rien'navruno"]

Scared? A bit. Yeah, she could admit that. Closing her eyes, she rolled her neck until the sweet sound of her vertebrae were popping. Maybe that was bad for her? Who cared. Peyton could do this. Nothing like leading well armored and armed troops into the Sith fray and to the front door. She looked around and pulled her hood up.

“You all have the location. We’re going to make our way there, and once we’re there, bravo squad is going to take up defensive perimeter while alpha deals with any Sith in the area.” She started walking, light repeater on her hip bulging out her poncho as she made her way towards the target area. Speaking into the headpiece, she looked around.

“And watch the damned civilians.” Peyton was as much one to keep to the shadows as she was to be a distraction. She wasn’t really the sneaky and stabby rogue, she was the sneaky and disable traps and set traps.

Pulling out her datapad, she warmed up the system and checked the news casts, looking like she was blending in, disappearing from sight of the group as they fanned out, keeping visual contact with at least one other, and aural range so that if someone was starting a firefight, it wouldn’t be hard to find and give backup.

Any Sith on Objective B?

 

[Tempest]

[member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

As she was bumped around by the flak on their descent Tempest looked over at Kaida. She considered the prickly Eldorai a friend, they made a good team. There wasn’t much closeness there though. Kaida didn’t let people in, and Tempest didn’t feel it was right to pry.

However, musings were cut short when they came to a shuddering halt near the Sith Temple (Objective A).
Tempest looked out at the battle, nodded.

“Ready, Kaida? Let’s get into it.” Sisters of battle, though divided by species and alignment, they were united here.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

D
Moving from fighter-fight to the station
[member="Ta'mur Rokar"]
[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

A quick conversation with the Destiny informed Coren he was being pulled away. Right now it was fine. He was watching the fleets and the Tiburons were able to handle most of what came at them without him. No challenge, and as much as he didn’t always trust the Force, he knew it was pushing in the direction of where he was needed. He had been told to hold further engagements for a moment that some other missions was being queued up and he was going to be sent there.

He figured something like that would happen and nodded. But when he did, when he moved his fighter out of the approach to the enemies, the others performed double time and started to meet the Tiburons. Coren snapped back into motion, his E-Wing performing a canopy roll towards his port, back into the fray. Weapons were charging up and he squeezed the trigger.

Thwap… thwap… thwap…

The pilot grinned as he started targeting the first Sith fighter to get into his range and not juke away. This was what he was looking for. Fighting First Order TIEs was one thing, this? It was something else. It was his sworn enemy, his favored enemy if we were on some table top.

And why not? Why not use actual character sheets? Would make this a lot easier to prevent people from going crazy. Plus ‘godmod’ wasn’t a spell…

Regardless, Coren grinned beneath his helmet as he lined up another shot, catching two blasts on the enemy’s shields before return fire came back. Juking and pulling a quarter aileron roll, he kept the enemy in his sights and fired again. One, two, explosion.

Perfect. Now who was next? He looked at the screen as Arsix lined up the next target, and just as Coren lit one as hot and prepped to engage, the order came through for him and Rokar. Doors were open, marines were moving.

“Copy that Destiny. Rokar, you ready?” He could grab a few kills on his way, right?

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Outside the Entrance
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"] (Specifically) Dragoons of [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
Allies: [member="Kira Vaal"] (Care to join us for a waltz?)

Tiland ducked as blaster fire scorched the air above, having just been warned by the Force. He squeezed the woman's shoulder and waved forward a pair of combat medics to get her evacuated. He had to move forward, breaking the line of death for the rest of the medics to follow. He reached out with the Force, seeking the pain of injuries. There, just two meters away, covered by a pile of still burning rubble. He seized his quarterstaff and centered himself in the Force as the medics arrived, applying greater field medicine. He stabilized them and moved on. They nodded and he lunged forward, diving to the ground as a Dragoon on a speeder bike roared past. A blaster bolt caught it in the side, sending the man hurling to the duracrete below. Right where the pain was coming from.

Tiland froze, confused. Was there someone else there in pain? No, there was not. It had been a flash of the future. Something exploded not far away and he ducked as rubble flew his way, several chunks bouncing off his side. He grunted but moved on, dropping beside the downed Dragoon. Blaster injury. Trauma. Dislocated shoulder and possibly broken ribs. The man drew a blaster pistol, or tried to, before tossing it towards his other hand. Tiland stretched out with the staff and knocked it aside.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" Tiland snapped, hugging the ground as the blaster-fire intensified. "I'm a medic!" He crawled closer and pulled out a bacta patch, sticking it into the hole in the armor and shoving it onto the injury. "Stay low and your people will get you out!" He looked up as something dark tore through the air. Red lightning balls coming straight towards him, and the injured soldier. Tiland pushed him down behind cover. "Stay down!"

He paled as one of the spheres tore straight a OS soldier. Nothing he could do about that, but he could protect the one behind him somehow. The Force moved through him and he stepped aside, leading the Force to flow into his staff, lighting it up with a faint glow. He struck out, sending the weight through his legs into the duracrete below and his staff connected with the sphere of energy, knocking it away into the duracrete. Tiland flew back, slamming into a chunk of duracrete, arms shaking. That hurt. He picked himself back up and the world spun for a moment before it reoriented itself.

That was the one who had thrown it. The Sith in the entrance way. Tiland stared at him. The Sith was... being consumed. Or dissolved. He couldn't tell which. No, devoured was the better word, by the armor, which had its own dark taint. He could help with that. Perhaps bring him back, for Tiland knew what it was like to have something trying to devour you.

He waited a few moments, until opposing medics had reached the downed Dragoon and then he sprang forward, staff in hand and sprinted across the open space, robes still flapping awkwardly. He dropped to the ground and skidded beneath some blaster bolts before approaching the Sith.

"Stop this!" He yelled out to him. "You're suffering! Let me help you!" His breath caught in his throat as he realized what he was doing and he leaned on his staff. "I can reverse some of the damage. You don't need to be consumed."