The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth's face was luckily hidden behind her buy'ce. [member="Tom Taff"] already knew she was there and had already found her. Stupid Force... She really needed to learn how to hide the darn thing. She may have made it harder to track her through technological means but she hadn't anticipated someone, like Tom, tracking her down via the Force. She should have known that somehow she'd be caught. But, Tom'ika knew already. They had to stay undetected. "Hiiii, Tom'ika," she said sheepishly. "Alright. Timothy it is."

She gave a little nod, "Sorry, Timothy, I'm coming," she said quietly through the audio processors. Beth took a breath as she began to motion for civilians towards the bunkers, "Please, follow the evacuation routes! This is the best option for safety." Underground bunkers felt safe but... She just hoped there was a way out of the bunkers if necessity required it. If the Sith managed to take down the shield, then they would probably bury the city in artillery. They would have to get the citizens out of the bunkers before the Sith make it into the bunkers.

She could only assume they would get into the bunkers. The darkness felt like it had seeped into every pore of her body. She took a deep breath as she sighed, trying to hide the feelings. They were distracting, dreadful, and just downright terrifying. She glanced up at the shield which continued to reflect with the constant bombardment. How long would it hold? The question ate at her. It wasn't a question of if they would hold... It was a question of when they would fall. It seemed the shields held the faith of most of the citizenry - at least it seemed to keep them relatively calm, as one could be.

"Please! Follow the personnel!" She yelled again, luckily all nervousness removed from the audio processors from her buy'ce. "Goddesses bless us," she whispered mostly to herself. More than ever did she wish she could touch her necklace. But... She did hear a familiar voice. Was that [member="Kat Decoria"]'s voice?! They had met, albeit briefly, at the Hapan ball. She began to move towards the voice, although she continued to direct the citizens towards the entrances to the vaults while she did so. "Tom'ika, I think a friend of mine is up the street some... I thought I heard her voice."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

As events unfolded before him the Shadow Hand was content to blow rings of smoke into the sky, his gaze focused outward to the battlefield and the many distant events. The Lord of the Sith's sight stretched far beyond mortal eyes through the dark side he pierced shield, flesh, blood, bone, stone, and metal everything unfolded like a cinema before his eyes and there was one bold presence hidden through it all, but this time she was no longer hiding, no longer trying to conceal her presence. Through the force he could see her hidden within the palace, the palace built for the High Queen.

"Through sensor nodes activated through our lines and based on our ships in low orbit, we've managed to map out the tunnel network. I've taken the liberty of narrowing down the closest access point to the senate building for you. Your sure you don't want a larger escort?" Brutus Mallear said. Even amidst his many duties coordinating the many army groups and command posts spread throughout their lines he still managed to go the extra mile to look after him. Brutus had served the Zambrano family for decades, one of the few surviving members of the founding Blackblade class. Even though the Blackblade Guard had long since relinquished the title of royal protectors to their Crownguard compatriots, the desire to make sure the monarchs were safe was still burned into their conditioning.

But this was a special mission he was undertaking, and for it he chose to take exactly four protectors with him. Four members of the Nerean Crownguard. They were equipped for every situation, armed with an arsenal of deadly weapons many of which perfectly designed to kill and destroy. Moreover the Nerean Crownguard were enhanced warriors, he'd seen them bring down masters before and go toe to toe with Jedi Knights bringing them down single handedly. Just one Nerean Crownguard was worth a hundred Blackblades. The individuals accompanying him were crimson shadows that hung in corners of the balcony giving their master plenty of space, they silently tracked the movements of anyone approaching. Their names, even their identities had been purposely wiped from history and they were only known as First Guard, Second Guard, Third Guard, and Fourth Guard.

"The Nerean Crownguard will be enough." He said blowing out one last ring before turning towards Mallear. "I leave you in charge to coordinate our assault Supreme General. Contact me only in cases of emergency." Zambrano added, merely giving the Nereans a look before they assembled around him. Behind enemy lines he couldn't risk them finding him before he found his target. The advanced HUD within his helm would keep him apprised of any relevant tactical data, and he could trust the Supreme General to lead them to victory.

The Lord of Lies made his way out of the command center and right into the trenches, the chaos of battle surged all around him. Now with his helmet off he could feel the heat from the rolling clouds fire from the endless artillery barrage right on his face, the boom of cannon and walker fire was almost deafening without ear protection. Most of the soldiers wouldn't be bothered by the noise pollution, their state of the art helmets could regulate which sounds reached their ears. They looked so perfect, so pristine manning guns and lining the trench, droids and supply personnel running munitions up and down the lines, commanders shouting orders to shore up walls, set up another gun nest, while mechanized units lined up in formations, walkers and tanks arrayed in staggered formations they would occasionally thunder over bridges draped overtop areas of the trench that would let them move into the no man's land when the orders were given.

A wave of starfighters screamed overhead as he crossed beneath one such manufactured bridge and made his way past an array of prefabricated bunkers and dug in pill boxes. All along the lines men turned to face the royal escort in awe. He was their Military Executor, their Shadow Hand in the pyramid hierarchy he stood above all others second only to the Emperor himself. There was a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he passed with the elite Nereans, a group that was depicted only in holovids and always seen standing right at the side of [member="Darth Carnifex"] or himself. They were so secretive stories and legends began to circulate about the infamous Nerean Crownguard. Everything from them being former Jedi Masters bent to the will of the Dark Lord to more outlandish ideas like they were the spirits of former great Dark Lords of the Sith brought back to life and enslaved to the might of the Sith'ari Kaine Zambrano.

While most of it was nonsense and few knew the truth he let the rumor mill continue spinning. It was a morale booster whatever each soldier chose to believe, and their spirits lifted seeing such elite warriors on the field of battle with them. If the Blackblades, the Crownguard, the Shadow Hand and the Emperor fought alongside them victory was all but assuredin their minds. The only concern they had was how long would it take before the enemy buckled under their siege. The small group stopped at a steep decline that went far beneath the bunkers, a pair of guards stood flanking either side. This was one of the many tunnel access points that covered the area. By now the Supreme General had the relevant data transmitted to every major command center, and every army corps assembled for the assault. They would be able to field elite teams that could hit them from below and cut off potential escape.

Thanks to his connection with his old friend [member="Mythos"], who returned from death a changed man for the better they were able to dig into the tunnel network early on in the preparation, and Mythos would help with getting him into the palace without too much trouble. Animus Malgus was an old friend but now he was different, returned from death a changed man. Once Mythos had spouted off about honor, duty, he was once an honorable man and it disgusted him. Honorable men were either dead fools, useful tools, or exploitable assets. Mythos saw far too late that he fell into the far former category when he died on the battlefields of Atrisia. But fortunately the Nubians were able to return him to life, and now he saw the world as the Lord of Lies did, and he became a better man because of it. When it was all over he made a mental note to share a cigar with the man over their victory.

The Shadow Hand briefly closed his eyes and suddenly he could see out of the eyes of [member="Khonsu Amon"] through the connection with his apprentices blade Hearteater he spoke his voice like a cool whisper in his mind, while he used his wrist comm to transmit the tunnel/sewer network to him "Give no quarter my apprentice, kill all who stand in your way. Shut down this shield generator so our guns can be unleashed upon their shining city." He said, dropping the bud of the cigar and stepping on it, he slid the helmet on his head and made his way down into the tunnels, his vision automatically adjusting for the darkness below.

They made their way with absolute haste along the network towards the access point closest to the senate building.

[member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] ​

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Location: Silfe's Palace apartment: Chasin City
Allies: CSA and Allies
Enemies: Sith and Allies

Pen poised to write in the endless but supposedly theraputic stream of consciousness meant to enable her to remember more about her mysterious two absent years sat motionless as she frowned unable to begin another. Silfe sighed, a sound quite audible in her small but beautifully furnished Palace apartment kept exactly as it had been two years ago when she left it by [member="Lady Kay"]. Had it been hope that had caused the Queen of Commenor to keep the apartment empty and ready for the now former Minister of Foreign Affairs to return or had it simply been that she had no one to fill the apartment? Silfe had not asked. She had merely been grateful to return to familiar and comfortable surroundings, a place she had once belonged and hoped to belong once more.

She reached to begin writing once more and paused once more, a frown forming on her lovely face. She felt something entirely unconnected to her theraputic exercise and remembering her two year absence. It was an odd sensation within the pit of her stomach that felt entirely foreign to her. The pen fell to the desk, forgotten and unimportant and she frowned further and stood. A flash of light caught her eye followed by a deep boom. The sound rippled through her middle and she realized with a start, that she had somehow felt this into her core before she had seen it or heard it.

With her arms around her waist, holding herself tight, she walked through the double doors open to the afternoon air of Commenor. There in the not too far distance were several more lights flashing as artillery hit the shields around Chasin City and Commenor's palace. She blinked against the splashes of brief light. Soon the Queen would call for civilians to go to safety. The last time the city had been attacked, Silfe had been caught unawares, dressed in a formal gown. Now would not be such a time. The Sith were not known for giving clemency or showing mercy. The fact that they were actively attacking Commenor was a bold move. Didn't CSA have a vast network of alliances that prevented such a thing? What had happened that had led to this moment? SIlfe could not possibly know but for the millionth time in as many seconds, she wished she had been here.

Within minutes she had changed into a much more practical outfit of a knitted dark grey top, comfortable durahide pants and a dark green duster. Hidden by the long duster were two blasters and a knife in her boot. It had been a long time since [member="Darlyn Excron"] had begun to teach her to defend herself and she hoped she remembered how as she left her quarters to help get as many to safety as possible, and maybe... just maybe find the queen.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Jairdain"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The ground shook as the engines of war rumbled across the desolate plains, the earth trembling in awe of the Sith Empire's military magnificence.

Still, so far there had been little headway against the impressive deflector shield protecting Chasin City from the Empire's wrath, a minor obstacle that would soon be rectified once his agents had discovered and destroyed the shield generator. Thus the Empire's forces knew that they could afford to continue at their leisurely pace, sorting out only sporadically to attack the Commenori defensive lines situated outside of the deflector wall.

A holographic display allowed the Sith Emperor and those nearest to monitor the situation around the shield, with various indicators serving to pinpoint their vast legions as they cordoned all land routes to and from the city in the shape of a noose. It could also detail the location of enemy positions from the powerful sensor buoys deployed above the battlefield, which showed several groups of Imperial-designed walkers encroaching on the Sith's front lines.

Emperor Carnifex frowned, "Move a squadron of Carnivores up to intercept those walkers, anti-vehicle configuration." A military attache bowed and quickly moved to relay the Emperor's decree over a secure and encrypted comm channel to the subordinates nearest to the enemy walkers. Soon enough, a small piece on the chessboard that was the Sith Empire's Siege of Commenor moved into position as was instructed.

Only then would the Emperor turn and address his captive audience, "The survivors of this conflagration will come to understand the Force more deeply, King Arenais. Their understanding will evolve as will they themselves evolve, learning from struggle, from adversity, to become greater beings." Not as great as the Sith, naturally, but the Emperor didn't feel it necessary to reiterate that simple truth. Instead, he touched a button on the holographic console that zoomed in the Commenori Royal Palace which, like the city, was being viciously assaulted by the Empire's innumerable legions. "Look upon the symbol of the Commenori's weakness, King Arenais. Com-scan reveals several organic beings are currently seeking shelter within its walls, one of whom is presumed to be the Queen of Commenor herself."

He pressed another button, attempting to establish an open communication with the palace itself. "Let us see if she is more receptive now." If answered, an image of both the Emperor and the kneeling King Arenais would appear to whoever was on the other side.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Koda Fett"]​

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Objective: Defend the city, main line.
Location: Main line.
Gear (As it goes): Black Fligh suit, Osseus Class ExoSkeleton, Legacy System Beskar’gam (equipped with: Jetpack with two individual thrusters, one wrist rocket launchers, two cortosis gauntlets, two crushgaunts, one wrist mounted retractable vibroblades, and two wrist flamethrowers, one Mandalorian Power Shield, and one KE-1 Shoulder Mounted Slugthrower), AIMX-01 "Buckler" Energy Shield Cybernetic Arm, VT-Spark Gauntlet, armorweare black cape with Vizla symbol in the back in red ink, pair of R82 jump boots, Utility Belt (equipped with: Two thermal detonators, one grappling spike launcher, ammo, one comlink, one EX-324 Serum Subjects, four hand granades, four Chrysalis, The Illicit Combat Enhancement).
Armory: One custom made Masamune, four Shiva Knifes, one personal disruptor, two VT-RAM Disruptor, one Baragwin heavy repeating blaster.
Crew: (50) Mandalorian from Clan Vizla.
Others: (04) ACS-302 Heavy Assault Droid, (02) Sparrow Drone, (02) Reaver Specialist Droid, (04) Harbinger War Droid, (04) Guardia Battle Droid, (04) LK War-X and (01) Basilisk War Droid.


The smell of blood and death actually turned her on. Knowing that your enemy was spilling his guts in the floor, chopping arms, head shooting dumb soldiers, watch them turn to nothing against her gun, those were things that made Ursula be proud about being a mandalorian. While they were dropped near the defense perimeter, Vizla had a small ritual she liked to go over with her mind, she thought of every job she ever done in her life, she remembered Colla IV, the shooting in Tatooine, the bloodbath in Gree, the struggle in Vena, the hunting of Krayt Dragon for the Hutts, the rakghoul of Taris IV and she always thought to herself after that, just like old man Kal Vizla: “There is only one god, Ursula, and his name is death.”, she remembered her father saying to a small mando girl, and always that was followed by a long sighing, so she proceeded, “And what do we say to the God of Death?”.
“Not today.”

After they were dropped, her troops and droids started to spread across the lines, forming a large party with the Harbinger Droids surrounding their master, just like her closest friends. Dressed in pitch black armor made of mandalorian armor, Ursula placed her helmet back in her head, allowing the long armoweare cape to be seen, black as a nightmare, with the Vizla sigul in a vivid tone of red, a color so strong that one could almost taste it. She dressed for justice, while the others chose many other colours, such as gray, red, blue, orange, green, violet and even white. Armed to the teeth with disruptors, repeating rifles, heavy blasters and slugthrowers, the mandalorian came for a fight, and a fight they would get. For they were the Children of Mandalore, they lived for war.

Soldiers from a hundred different nations shouted their greetings and cheers, while the lines of mandalorian soldiers roared the Vizla motto, loud and clear, to make themselves heard. “Par kyr'am bal kote!”, and while others opened their way for them to pass, the words, “For death and glory!” were enough to rally moral. Making even non mandalorians to try shouting the same words. And when Ursula arrived at the front, leaving the whole power of her droids behind and just bringing the Harbinger, she started to run, alongside her friends, raising her disruptor and drawing the first blood by shooting a Sith trooper in his head.

It didn’t matter the gear those useless filths had brought for this fight, one shot with her gun was all she needed to bring them down. Activating her shoulder turret, Ursula whistled, loud and clear, having six of her mandalorian girls around her. The droids kneeling in front of them, as they started to shoot, taking targets and enjoying the all you can shoot buffet the Sith have brought for the battlefield. Bhia, at her left, grabbed the wookie missile launcher and kneeled in the floor, launching three whole shots against the enemy lines, as Ursula rushed to point her disruptor at a incoming trooper, blasting his head off with her gun. ‘Damn, i gotta remember to thank the Warmaster for this beautie later’, she thought filled joy, starting to laugh at the power of her new toy.

The gun was deadly and powerful, with one hell of a kick, that if it wasn’t for the armor and the exoskeleton, her shoulder would be crushed when she shot the thirty round. And lucky as hell, the girl turned her gun at one very bold lightsaber user trying to break the line, whistling, and trained as their were, the droids turned in that direction, firing their slugthrowers and disruptors against the double blade aberration. Shot after shot he dodged or tried to spar with his two red lightsabers, noticing the waste of bullets, Ursula took an aim within her helmet with her shoulder turret, making the gun suddenly turn in his direction and firing two times, one shot in his upper body that he stopped with both sabers and the other against his leg. Making him fall kneeling in the ground and lose his balance.

Like the instinct of an animal, Vizla shot with her disruptor against his head, piercing through his mask and making him scream his lungs out as he died. Becoming little more than a pile of dust and dirt. Again swinging her gun, she began a new volley of shots against the enemy and his dogs, laughing out loud through her helmet and screaming her lungs out to her fellow mandalorians that also fought that battle.

“FOR DEATH AND GLORY!”, firing her gun and laughing like madness took a hold on her, Ursula roared to the enemy. "Come on, you schuttas! Is that the best you Sith dogs got?!", that was followed by another shot, hitting one trooper in his back as he tried to flee the main line and a lot of laughs amidst the soldiers that fought not only for CSA, but for freedom and justice. Her aim turned to the Carnivores of the Sith forces, firing like hell itself was let loose on earth, just like Bhia with her missile launcher, "Jhae, take twenty and defend those walkers. Blow those carnivores back to the Sith Emperor's lap.", after hearing a roger that, the girl took twenty of the mandalorian warriors, rushing through the lines to defend the walkers with disruptors and bombs against the elite Sith dogs called Carnivores. If they thought that one would be a fair, or easy fight, then they were dead wrong. "Go back to your tomb, Sith dogs, and kiss your lady Emperor Zan-di'kut in the bunghole as you do it, schuttas!", Ursula roared, rallying the troops and her friends to start win back the terrain again the incoming enemy. The mandalorians took one step forward for each shot and enemy they smashed with their guns.

 

[Darian Helsic]

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[Darben Skirae]

This had to be a nightmare. A bad dream, a truly terrifying dream. Commenor was at peace, not war? Yet with all the visuals around him, he knew very much that war had come to Commenor. He had been in the store, gathering all he could while his daughters waited in the room. Just outside, a small detachment of security guards urged him to hurry. Darben wanted to save as much as he could. On his belt he had a stun blaster, not willing to kill anyone. Renla had the same, and Brigh held onto her older sisters hand.

"Minister, they will be upon us! We must move!" He cursed under his breath. He had all he could in a bag. As much credits as he could carry, pictures, some clothes. Renla had the same, and Brigh as well but Darben had her bag. "Minister, there is no-" "All right! We are coming!" His patience had worn, and he closed up the bag. "Come on girls, quickly." He dared not look up at the sky, but he could hear all the combat happening around them. They had to make it to the underground bunkers, and on his way he went. Hoping that somewhere, [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] was safe.

 

[Vallory]

Allies: [member="Ithnan Cryo"]
Location: Outskirts

Vallory was at it again, on the front line of combat. After her last fight, she was willing to actually prove herself. But once more, she found herself afraid. Afraid on the field of battle. And on such a beautiful planet as this, she had been here once. At least she hoped to get some of those apples she 'acquired' last she was here. It had also been a nice time she had spent here. Even if a bit of it was in a cell after being caught 'acquiring' said apples.

With saber in hand, she moved up the line. A message came through, ordering the troops in her sector, which included her, to move upon the city. She sighed to herself, this was going to hard for her. She had killed, many times. But this was her second battlefield and she held much fear within her.

 

[Ghost369]

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[Jarael Belaerys]

Location: Silver Embassy (Palace District) > Shield Generators
Objective: Protect the Shield Generators
Allies: CSA and Friends
Opposition: TSE
Directly Engaging: Kor Vexen and whoever else comes for the shield generators.
Gear: (1) Corporis Skin Suit, (1) Osseus Class ExoSkeleton, (1) pair of VT Spark Gauntlet, (1) pair of MV 18 “Force” Class Vambraces, (1) SG 1001 “Vishnu” Military Shield.
Armory: (01) Standard lightsaber with mestare crystal (Amethyst colour), (01) Longhandle lightsaber with krayt dragon pearl (Pale blue), (01) Electrostaff, (01) OS 101 Retractable Vibro Sword, (01) SI 17 Stealth Blaster, (01) Utility belt (With six Anti Force User Grenade Series, two thermal detonators).



Never in her life she expected to be under Jyoti’s wing. And there she was, more a padawan then a knight, Jarael was finally called to be part of the fights, and not just any fight, but the greatest one to decide the fate of CSA. Given a choice, the Arkanian choose to wear a Corporis Skin Suit, with the Osseus Class Exoskeleton above the armour, with her retractable vibro sword attached to her back.

Her feet kept on tapping in the luxury barge, while she kept messing around with her vambraces to make them more sensitives for commands, after all, she would all the help she could get. The sensor in the eye patch was going on like crazy about the enemy presence all around the city, to the point that the girl had to diminish his sensitivity to enemies around her.

“Master Jyoti…”, the white hair, tied up in a ponytail, the armour showed her tattoos from the days when she was a slave, “Do you think we can win this fight?”, she hated to let doubt cloud her senses, and even as she concentrated, Belaerys could feel the fear of losing in her heart. The last battle she fought was in Mustafar, and that was a bloodbath. Strangely, she reminded the days when she fought other slaves in the pits for the captains of the slaver ship to enjoy and make some bets.

The long and lean fingers in her hand kept squeezing the electrostaff, a weapon she always enjoyed using. Her ice pale blue eye looked to her master, enjoying the small similarities the echani had with her own race, her mutated race of Offshoots. In her waist, the lightsabers moved in her belt, as the ship took a small bump on the ride, the girl wide eyed her one blue eye, taking a long sigh and trying to calm herself down and concentrate. Vaapad was about emotions, just like anger and fear, concentration in her emotions and confidence was the key. She was a slave, she was nothing, she was a outlaw, she was a bounty hunter, and now she was a Jedi.


[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Tehkyram]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFs38Sfwvvk​

Objective: Wipe them out. All of them.
Allies: Sith Imperial Legion
Enemies: CSA Soldiers // [member="Mereel Vaun"]

"For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead
The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
Therefore I must spill and serve,
The blood that in me runs vibrant
In the frost of the dying minds,
Of Galactic Civilization I recreate
It will be the resurrection,
Of the brotherhood of holy death
In the year of the Old Republic,
Of night times to come and last
The day of which I shall,
Lay my sword upon your throats
Upon the mighty warriors,
Of the land of northern stars"

-Lord Maeihem, "Recollection of the Great War"

So far, it had been a good day for Tehkyram. He had been having a rough run of luck: that irritating Jedi escaping him at Gree and his admonishment from his master, the futile runaround on Zygerria that resulted in failing to meet the Emperor and more admonishment from his master, and countless other minor aggravations. But now, here on Commenor, he could finally cut loose and vent his frustrations on every single living thing in his path. He had cut through the defenses in front of him as if they were made of paper. Indeed, if he had failed to kill a Jedi on Gree, he had made up for that failure several times over today. And yet, he was far from content. No, Tehkyram wanted more.

And indeed, as he marched onwards towards the city, he would have more. He strode across the scorched ground and through the haze of battle, he could sense yet another Jedi in front of him, out in the midst of the fog of war. Closing his eyes, Tehkyram could even see his outline. But more than anything, he could smell the Jedi, that familiar stench of a corpse that didn't know it could no longer walk. Fortunately, Tehkyram had a message for him. Reaching into the sack he had kept on his waist, Tehkyram produced one of the Jedi heads he had taken. Getting a feel for his prey, he took a deep breath, and hurled the severed head right towards the Jedi, intending for it to land right at his feet.

Face the slayer, and face your fate, he thought.

 

[Ghost369]

Darth Scuros deflected some blaster bolts back to sender as soldiers shot at him. He continued on until another Jedi stood in his path, the Jedi ignited his lightsaber and they both stood there for a second as explosions went off around them and body parts flew through the air. Scuros attacked first bringing his saber down on the Jedi's before igniting his second lightsaber to slash at the man's gut, but surprisingly he ignited a second lightsaber of his own to block.

"I have to be honest, Jedi, I wasn't expecting that, but it won't matter."
"Your killing spree stops now, Sith!"
"Don't make me laugh, kid."

He looked the Jedi in the eyes, still pushing his lightsabers against the Jedi's and grinned as he unleashed a force scream. The Jedi fell to the ground and Scuros put one of his lightsabers back to his hip so he could outstretch his hand to use Force destruction on them while he were down. However the Jedi moved out of the way, leaving the ground to take the damage. As the Jedi got up Scuros shot force lightning at him which he blocked, though a lot of it still made contact with his body.

"Aaaaaah!" He screamed in pain as he was being electricuted.

Next the Sith charged at the Jedi while he was blinded and weakened by his lightning. He would knock one of the Jedi's lightsabers from his hand with his own and stabbed him through the heart before he could block with his remaining lightsaber.

"Ack!" The Jedi let out a short cry of pain and looked at Scuros with fear in his eyes as he died.

Darth Scuros then continued slaughtering soldiers as he pleased.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Senate Halls
Equipment: See Sig
With: [member="Mythos"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

Aten watched as the strike team Mythos had on retainer took up their places all around, they were diligent in their duties, well-trained. The man didn’t even have to order them to do so, as if this were simply routine for them by this point. They all seemed to be well equipped, it was an impressive sight. Though Aten still lacked the taste of war, of soldiers. Wars and combat were not something one should search for, they were to be last resorts though some took pride in destruction. Reveled in chaos and fear, that was the Sith, they were a blight upon the galaxy. Ever-growing, unflinching, yet their reign would one day come to an end. The light would rise again to challenge them and so the cycle would continue.

Hands moving to sit in the pockets of his gold jacket, Aten examined the stations at which the anubians were stationed. The lever systems looked simple yet were quite the opposite, without any displays the Jedi truly lacked knowledge on what lever went to what system. It's possibly why they were all of the same species, or they’d all been specifically trained for it. I don’t know about this. The resonating frequency between Aten and the Spintiri crystal housed in his saber was one that only the Jedi could tap into and understand. They were linked in body, mind, and soul.

“I don’t either Kol, we should be protecting the queen, evacuating civilians, not here,” Aten mumbled no more than a whisper. If something were to happen the Jedi had the greatest advantage that not many truly knew how Aten operated in combat. Many of those who’d faced him had only seen brief glimpses of the Jedi’s potential with telekinesis. The fact that his hands were hidden was a great boon in combat, especially for his method of fighting. “If that’s what you say, then that’s how it shall be for now. You’re the one tasked with the oversight of this. What potential is there for complications?”

Aten’s head was on a swivel, even in a place where the Jedi should be safe he was on edge. Wary, cautious, such was the training of the Morgukai. One did not simply drop their guard when among a group of martial artists capable of battling Force Users, ever day Aten had spent with them had been a new lesson. A nightmare lived, a dream crushed. “Then tell me, why would they station me with you for such a simple task? You have your forces, you seem to know how to carry yourself. Tell me why I am here besides the Queen’s order.”

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Chasin City -> Shield Generators
• Allies: CSA
• Enemies: TSE
• Equipment: Everything in signature, and listed on Bio, plus four belts of thermal detonators (36)

War. Chaos. Death. Violence. Darlyn's body shuddered in anticipation, delight even. The man's darkness was on full display as he had donned himself in Mandalorian armor, Mandalore the Ultimate's beskar'gam, and strapped every gun and thermal detonator he could find to his body to be used at a moment's notice. He would finally be given permission to let loose, vent years of pent up aggression, kill freely. While he still believed himself in the right of it, to stand against the vile natureed sith, he almost wanted to thank them for this one opportunity. Finally, Darlyn could be himself.

Evacuations settled, doors sealed, generators online, Darlyn wandered the streets almost aimlessly, letting the sounds of chaos and the rumbling of the ground fill his body. Yes, Yes this was what he had missed. The moment the hunt leads to death, though it almost excited him more to be the prey this time around. He'd also felt [member="Lady Kay"] before leaving, for her to be so brazen was... abnormal. Yet he supposed with all that was to transpire.. she must feel it important to be ready. Certainly, if she feared that this death would change him. A fair fear, he felt, for when had he last tasted blood?

Thoughts were jerked from his mind as he returned to the moment. Yes... where would he sit and wait? The battle was never one they would win, but forcing your enemy to spend billions of credits and lives over what amounts to nowhere near equal gain? That, that had such a beautifully ironic twist he had to adore it. And to do it, the generator would be required. Naturally, such a target would be the only logical conclusion for trickery. And since Darlyn was not one to charge into the frontlines...

It never took him long, with the back-alleys and shortcuts to make his way to the shield generators. Once there, all it would take would be patience, quiet contemplation. He was unaware that, even as he moved, [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Jarael Belaerys"], and other members of the SJO were similarly en route, though as he was far closer in idle wanderings before the attack came they would likely arrive shortly after one another. If he had, he might've picked the senate hall, or to return to the palace, or anything to avoid being stuck alongside Jedi. If they didn't call him Sith and try to kill him, then they'd surely look down on him even as he fought to protect his home and daughter.

Well he did have the bloodlust still but, the point stood.

 

[Charlie Nooran]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Silver Embassy -> Shield Generators[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Protect the Shield Generators & Smash stuff[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: CSA and Pals[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Opposition: TSE & [member="Kor Vexen"] with others at the Generatos[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Charlie had been watching the windows when the sky darkened with the ships of the Sith Fleet. Everything from there became a blur and the young girl found herself strapped to the teeth with her armor and the pair of hammers on her back. The weight of the weapons would crush anyone typically her size, but there she was carrying hammers close to the size of her torso. Everyone was on high alert and other Jedi were moving people from the embassy, it seemed there were other plans for her as she watched her Master quickly leave. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Curing the woman’s long legs, Charlie scampered to follow – times like this she begged the force to give her a little bit of a growth spurt. Standing outside, she caught the orders that were being radioed through the frequency. Catching Jyoti from the corner of her eye, Charlie took off while shoving the helmet onto her head. She was able to jump onto the air speeder as well being the last person to squeeze in. Muffled words came from the padawan as she struggled to twist the helmet onto her head, but soon adjusted it and she was able to see again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She could feel the tension and was doing her best to try and remain calm. It was a lot more than she was used to and it reminded her of dealing on Roche. Except on Roche she had some understanding of the layout – here was a new place. Looking up at Jyoti, she questioned. “Where are we headed Master?” Charlie tried to stand as still as possible feeling the elbows of the others bump into her on occasion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Didn’t realize we’d be caught in the middle of aggressive negotiations…” Charlie mumbled under her breath as she figured orders would be coming soon. Either way, she was ready. She caught wind of another Jedi with them and she smiled at the girl and nodded. "I think we can." [/SIZE]

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Saka Amara"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"][member="Jarael Belaerys"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[video]https://youtu.be/OWtSygdtj7s[/video]​

Kay looked up from the holo-display and directly to her son [member="Caedyn Arenais"] as soon as he approached. She nodded to him, glad that the first group of staff had made it down to the bunkers safely. Although she raised a brow as he questioned her decision to remain in the Palace. "Of course I'm still here. What good would it be for me to hide with the others while our soldiers and allies risk their lives?" To his question about her fighting, she nodded, hoping that he'd understand. It wasn't as though she was dressed for some Royal Court ball. No. She was dressed for combat. And she was armed. "You and Lori should be down in the bunkers to protect the people should the Sith get into the tunnels. It'll be safer for you there and you could give our people the hope and courage that they need during this assault."

Deep down she knew that it was going to get very ugly above ground. Most especially if those shields fell. At least they had plenty of battery power, enough to last a full day should those generators be tampered with or destroyed. That at least would by them all some time.

And they could certainly use it.

Kay dropped her gaze to the holo-display again, this time looking to the battle taking place in orbit. They were virtually surrounded. She clenched her jaw while second guessing her choice to attack the blockade. Did she just doom her people? Or was it going to happen anyways? More than likely it was the latter.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose suddenly and she had the sense that she was being watched, not knowing that it was [member="Darth Prazutis"] searching for her presence. That paired with the gut feeling that something bad was going to happen had started to take hold. Oh boy, did she really need some Sapir tea right now! Instead she had to keep her breathing calm. She needed to focus and not let fear take it's hold.

The holo-display flickered as a transmission came through. The map was suddenly changed to reveal the image of [member="Darth Carnifex"] and a kneeling [member="Veiere Arenais"] ! Her jaw dropped as her mind started reeling with questions, such as how Veiere got into their hands and whether or not he was going through the same tortures that she had gone through in their hands. Her left hand clenched into a fist. They had leverage! Not just with her people, but with Veiere! And she just knew that they were going to use him against her.

At least their children were safe. So far...

"If you wanted to drop by to continue our negotiations, you didn't have to bring your fleets with you, I assure you..." For the moment she didn't touch on the subject of Veiere. Instead she tried to reach him through their Force Bond. ~Veiere, are you alright? Did they hurt you?~

[member="Mythos"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Location: Out on the Fields
Equipment: Durasteel Armor & Weapon links in sig
Allies: CSA Troopers
Enemies: [member="Tehkyram"] | Sith Imperial Legion units
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Battle lines all around his position had fallen into absolute madness. Their outer defenses had been overrun, and Mereel now found himself crouched alongside a few brave CSA soldiers who had stopped to cover their retreating front line.

The smoke and haze of battle made it somewhat difficult for their efforts to be anything more than suppresive fire, but Mereel was able to line up a few shots that connected with advancing enemies through a lot of help from the force. His helmet also helped a little he supposed, since it did keep the smoke in the air from screwing around with the pace of his breathing.

When he tried to sense out his next target in the force, a slight frown formed on his face.

There was no mistaking what he had felt, a being wielding the dark side had focused in on him. The severed head rolling to rest by his feet only confirmed what he already knew.

He lowered his rifle away from his shoulder and slung the weapon over his back. There were too many friendly forces close to him for him to prefer starting off the engagement by lobbing blaster bolts at the Sith, so he would try using a more elegant weapon to begin with.

As he stood and pulled the lightsaber from his belt, he accidentally gave the head a little nudge with a boot. What he was about to do would likely draw a few more blaster bolts towards him than what he would already have coming, but he really didn't care today. He increased the volume of his helmet's external audio emitter, "Whoever you are, you've piqued my interest. Most people normally just give me blasters for my birthday."

 

[Darian Helsic]

Darian stood, and he stood a lot the entire battle. He would stay and lead his men and whenever that shield would eventually fall. Be it hours, minutes, or days, he would fight as a loyal soldier would. Apart of a faceless mass, no heroism today for the glory seeker.

He was a soldier, and did as a soldier must do.

Either way, the man was happy to have gotten in a good fight before the inevitability of the peace in between wherever he deployed next.

 

[Rook Lokar]

Ayessa was often absolutely determined to be the entity that kept everything in place, that stood firm against whatever came their way, but it wasn't always the case. Was it ever? Possible, but even in this instance it had proven that it was Rook's false bravado that kept everything in line. Even for himself. If you lie enough, you eventually begin to believe your own lies, no? The Smuggler was grounded to some extent. He was no 'best pilot', 'fastest gun', or 'galaxies most charismatic'. All Rook was is a man with a gun, a ship, and his wits. Beyond that? He was Joe Schmoe.

"Not for long." He mumbled, barely audible if at all to Ayessa over their commlink. His head stuck itself outside of the doorway, their Astromech practically budging directly into his legs that covered the door-frame, attempting to catch a glimpse for itself. "Cut it." Rook grumbled, turning his head to face the Droid and giving it a dismissive wave in response. It didn't appear too happy, and gave off a series of beeps and boops that the scoundrel hadn't bothered to listen to, let alone translate it.

Despite his irritating nature, C4 was rather useful. Always helped to have him around. It might even be growing him.

Rook's head had pivoted left, and then right in an attempt to get a bearing on his exact location. "I'm, uh." He raised for moment, staring at the Palace itself. A breathy sigh escaped him, leaning against the doorframe, "Right near the palace." If he knew anything about an invasion, it was that he was either about to find refuge within it, or be caught out in the open as everything swarmed in on that position.

[member="Ayessa Kroan"]

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Chasin City, Royal Palace.​

Objective: Protect and Evacuate the People of Commenor.​

Special Inventory: Jedi Armor, Side-Arm, Lightsaber & Heavy Buckler.​

Present Company: [member="Lady Kay"], Palace Staff.​

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"Yeah...-That's not gonna happen" Caedyn cut in when his Mom suggested that he and his Sister be ducking for the underground tunnels too; "No offense Mom, but I'm better trained than you are..." He lifted both hands up as if to apologize, yet also added "I'm just being honest!". Kay Arenais was strong with the Force, yet had received no official training outside of what the Kids father had guided her through; whereas Caedyn had received training through both the Je'daii Order of the old ways, and the Silver Jedi of the new. He was taught how to combat Dark-Siders and those that sought to abuse their powers, yet his Mom was a politician at heart and they were talkers, not Warriors.

"Besides, you're the Queen...-If you go down, the leadership of our people goes down and with that, all co-ordination during this fight" Caedyn tried to convince her, though his Mom was as stubborn as he was and the chances were unlikely that he'd succeed in getting her to fall back to the emergency tunnels with the rest of their people. "Besides, I'm better off-..." His words faded as the holographic projector at his Mothers station flickered and changed to show three figures, one of which was being forced to kneel...

"Dad?..." Caedyn muttered under his breath in sudden confusion and disbelief. He had not seen Veiere Arenais since before his Father had resigned as King over the Systems Alliance. The Public Media told the young Prince all that he needed to hear in order to want to avoid any further conflict with him, yet they'd said Veiere had turned to the Dark-Side, he'd attacked and killed Jedi; why were the Sith trying to hold the man over them when he'd done nothing but earn his families resentment. Certainly Caedyn's in any case...-But had he been wrong? The projection before them made Caedyn question just how much he thought he knew.

His Father didn't exactly look so great either. Perhaps it was the quality of the projection but Veiere looked exhausted and as though he'd not slept in days. The Man in the center who began to speak, did so with a strong sense of authority. Putting two and two together, his Mother suggesting negotiations left Caedyn looking to this Sith Lord and presuming him the leader of the Sith Empire...-The Dark Lord of the Sith, the Galaxy called him.

Turning to glance passed his Mom and looking to her assistant Olivia, Caedyn mouthed the word "Location?". He wanted the Holographic frequency so they could track it, a way of being able to discover his Father's location but too the source of this attack.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Ayessa Kroan"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Darian Helsic"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Iakchi"] | [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Darth Scuros"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Belphaegor"]