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[Leea Pandac]

Objective One
Defend the Civilians, Survive the Onslaught, Survive Prisoner internment?

It seemed as if the marching would continue forever, Leea wasn't certain how long she could continue. Her legs grew wearied and her face burned from the dust. She fought onwards though, knowing that to fall would probably mean her ignominious end. She carried on until the two brought her to a stop beside some other enemy troops. In that momentary rest, she found herself so focused inwards that she missed the exchange between the two parties.

As the two pirates were savagely executed, Leea jumped back, raising her hands as she expected one of the blaster shots was destined for her. When the firing stopped, Leea found herself breathing heavily, heart pounding as she realized that her life continued for now. It appeared that her freedom was not yet won, however, rather these new soldiers took over the job of conveying her to whatever camp they had planned for these prisoners. Leea fell into step with the handful of prisoners, though the family seemed to shy away from her. There were two children, a mother, and what appeared to be their grandparents. She tried to give them a smile, but under the layers of caked mud and grime, it probably appeared more monstrous than she intended.

They continued for a time, the mother whispered in some local dialect to her children and every now and again one of the grandparents would throw in a word. Though the Mirialan did not understand their speech, she recognized no small number of emotions. Fear, sadness, outrage, these were people trying to survive something the probably never expected to happen. Leea felt sorry for them, no matter who won in a given conflict, the civilians were the ones who paid the true price. These ones seemed pretty lucky so far though. Their clothes were relatively clean, they appeared unharmed, even the aged ones seemed to move more freely than Leea's shambling. This luck was brought into sharp contrast as they passed a blasted avenue, scorched corpses and crushed bodies lay everywhere. The mother did her best to cover her children's eyes, but there was hardly anything that could be done to stop the slipped glances and curious eyes.

As the large buildings fell behind them Leea tried to think to herself. Well, guess we'll be getting to see that 'bivouac,' not that it'll do me much good. No way of contacting the defenders for rescue, no way to protect these people. You're alone and behind enemy lines. You're as good as sunk. She sighed deeply, almost tripping on the shrivelled arm of some poor soul unable to escape the conflagration of a nearby building which had since collapsed.

She tried to catch the eye of the one of the family, but only managed to meet the grandfather's questioning gaze for a moment before he turned back to his own way. She nearly tripped on the young son, he was staring at the sky and the mother began to speak harshly and rapidly as one of the guards gave a warning growl. Leea followed his gaze to the sky and saw the distant lights of battle in the stars. Maybe someone is coming to save us. They wouldn't be fighting otherwise. Keep hope.

It was a moment later she noticed something a tad more ominous. Meteors showers, artificially created by the remains of the fighting vessels falling into the atmosphere, but admit these bright streams of light were bright motes of light burning faster. Turbolasers. Of those shots that missed the other ships, whether intentionally or not, some flew into the planet.

It appeared that the soldiers were aware of the situation as well, because they barked orders to find shelter in a nearby squat building, already blasted and burned out. The door had melted outwards and the windows were vacant, staring into the dark voids within. One of the soldiers stepped in first, no doubt scanning the room for potential enemies before motioning for the prisoners to follow. Leea found herself and the others corralled in a far corner of the building, far from any open windows or doors and one guard kept a close eye on them while the other appeared to be communicating with someone over the comms. A single earth-rending blast shook the building and for a moment the windows to the outside street burned white as if the sun had come and settled upon the very earth. There was a terrible sound as if some primordial being had awoken and let loose an unearthly cry to signal the end of times. The wall cracked and the duracrete bubbled, the ceiling caved in and Leea soon found herself trapped in the corner with the family and the lone trooper.

Blood dripped from her ears and mouth, and it appeared that the grandparents had suffered worse, Leea shook her head and the world spun violently. She fell to the ground and fought against a vicious tide of agony. The trooper, to his credit, appeared calm given the circumstance, though it was hard to tell his condition under the layers of insular armour. As the prisoners huddled together, cowering in their corner, Leea attempted to right herself. She found that her senses returned swiftly enough, the pain subsiding to the point she could think straight. Probably going to have some shock to deal with one this is all over. She checked herself before stealing a glance at the soldier, he appeared to be quite the symbol of control and certainty, though Leea was willing to wager that he was desperately calling to his allies for a rescue. She soon crawled over the grandparents. The grandmother was breathing shallowly and the grandfather was incoherent. Leea settled next to them, the mother only spared a momentary glance to her parents before focusing on her own children in an attempt to calm them.

Nothing for it now. Come on you old ones. You've never seen war? This is a good morning for most of us. She thought such thoughts that might bring a smile to her own face as she closed her eyes and laid either hand on the two injured captives. The Force is capable of so much, surely it can help here. Indeed the neophyte had heard tales of Jedi being able to heal the wounded, even save the dying and she wondered if she could not do so now. Focusing on the Force as if she were to begin meditating, she felt that calm flow into her and she allowed that to fill her for a time. Then, uncertain of how to use the Force in this way, she simply imagined mending the wounds, healing whatever may be the issue and calming them. The Force moved in her and she felt something happening, but could not be certain of the results and so she just kept pushing. There was liable to be a long wait anyways.

Darth Acharon

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

T A G S | Aaran Tafo
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Armor.
Ring | Lightsaber​

How old must she have felt when she realized what was close to happening in front of her. The feeling was always the same, these light siders felt like banthas grazing under the hill, so peaceful, so placid that in any given situation it made her think of pious monks, and much like in any given situation, Lunafreya always felt like throwing up her last meal on them. The soul was meant to be tempestuous, for carrying the will of one’s identity on claiming what is rightfully theirs by denying the laws that guided the Universe from facing opposition in their dominion over all things. A body was meant to enforce that will on achieving your purposes, through the use of strength, seduction, and fear, oh the glorious fear, for this was her way of achieving her goals, as she ravaged the galaxy, soo she learned to draw new life from all things her control with her harsh and twisted will. None would oppose her right to carve her name on the stars, for she saw herself as fire, as Lady Death reborn in the flesh, the apex of all sentient life in this galaxy, with little patience to dally her way with a twat.

Inside her armoire, the female felt like a goddess. Everything on her body was thriving, every pore on the outside transmitted her the sensation of being worshipped, of being adored as the Norfaire whispered profanities of reverence inside her mind, and much like any follower would, he also rushed to the defense of his god-queen on any occasion. It was her fanged feet that moved even before she had realized, one of them sank on the floor, splitting the tires beneath its touch right in front of the boy as her golden gleaming eyes moved from her immovable head noticing the impending danger coming her way, using her enhanced lightning reflexes to burst her way back as her cloak slide itself towards his face in an attempt of distracting him as she tossed her body back from where it came from, too oily for grabbing, too amorphous for predicting. Time was but a laughable concept for the elzeri species, it ran with such haste as they move through too-short lives, driven to err by base desires toward waste, and wasting on they run. For her, this concept was much slower to the point she couldn’t even begin to understand how brightly did their flames burned, yet, they were much slower if compared to her perception of things, almost giving her enough time to yawn.

The dance of her paws barely seemed to cease, as she used her other one to jump upwards. Gliding in the air, until safely she landed on top of a statue’s head, safely settling her claw-like toes around its surface, as her gaze was directed downwards, a stare as frigid as the line of her red-ish lips, and when she unrolled her mouth, only malice could be heard.
“Pernicious primate thou has proven to be.”, her words said in a clean tone, “Found unwanted and lacking grace. Still, I can see the Jedi’s resolve that lies upon on you, and as the Sith have evolved, it is only natural for vermin to do the same, yes?” One of the blades was extinguished, as it was held by her long dark clawed fingers that glissade its way on moving it safely back at her waist. “However... “, the same arm returned, and from the tip of her fingers, Norfairë spat a ball of flaming biomatter larger than her fist, hurling in the air in his direction, enough to explode in flames it hit a solid material. On her mind, Lunafreya called upon the enchantments that held her dominion over magick and used them to prepare her ring for what would be done next. “In the end, it won't even matter who you were, as Alderaan burns, you will be nothing more than another pile of ashes.”

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Objective: Price of the Crown. Defend the Royal Family and Palace from invaders. Entertain the Princess
Opponents: Lunafreya Solidor

One of these days. He would incapacitate someone of note in the first few steps of a battle. Nothing drawn out. Just a quick pragmatic blow to knock someone out so Aaran could then carry on with his day. But his luck was never that good. Only ever making him fortunate enough to bring him into these kinds of situations. Never enough to quickly resolve them. The Princess' escape from his grasp was not surprising. But what did catch his attention was the means in which she did so. Before he simply dismissed the additional life, he could sense around her as simply some sort of Force technique. But now he could see where he was mistaken. A split second of closer investigation showed that her armour was in fact a separate living organism.

Lunafreya was no doubt used to having feelings of awe or fascination directed at her. And Aaran was never one to hide his emotions unless the situation called for it. A mild stirring of both feelings was roused within the Wanderer as he observed the armour in action. "Fascinating." The amateur xenologist muttered, whatever kind of creature that was. When paired with the opponent in front of him. The chances of his survival plummeted.

So it was time to give himself an edge.

With a pop of displaced air. The megalomaniacal princess would feel a slight warping of space as Aaran called his blade Arete to his side. As both he and the blade were metaphysically one, it was a fairly simple task for him to convince the universe that they would be in the same location. Letting the faintly glowing blade rest on his shoulder, his brow quirked at the Princess' musings. "Everything evolves. Nothing lasts. That includes you."

And as the ball of biomatter was launched from Norfairë. Aaran moved, not away as one would normally expect when a projectile was launched at them. But instead, forward. Arcing through the air on a collision course with the flaming globule. At the last moment from when it would connect with him, Arete flashed out, cleaving cleanly through the projectile. But what was most surprising was that it did not explode upon contact. Perhaps his cut was too swift. Too clean for the biochemical reactions to start. Or more likely, as his blade carved through, all that potential energy was stolen. Tutaminis after all was a staple of the Jedi order. Turning your opponent's own strength and aggression against them. The heat from the projectile absorbed into Arete, transformed into raw kinetic energy.

Landing a few feet below Lunafreya on the statue. Aaran shot the Sorceress a wicked grin, before plunging his blade directly into the statue. All that energy combined with his own impressive power was directed upwards. The head of the statue under her feet cracking and exploding upwards. Hopefully dislodging her from the high ground, damaging her with shrapnel and disrupting her concentration on whatever spell she was looking to cast.

 

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Resistance Epidermis

Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple Split-Saber)

Flying: Royal Guard TIE Interceptor

Objective: Rain hell on space defense.

Being at Alderaan brought back memories for the Amalgam.

This was, after all, the place where she had recruited her 'daughter' Uri Udinia...

Now she was to help Darth Acharon bring fire to the world.

The Amalgam had brought another of her 'Antiques' out of mothballing. She had acquired it when she had first started working for The Sith Empire after 'awakening'

A fighter so well designed, that even today it could do dances around common Interceptors.

The Amalgam, you see, had acquired an antique Royal Guard TIE.

As in, The TIE flown by Palpatine's Royal Guard. The Fighter whose development was overseen by Darth Vader personally.

If anyone knew starfighters, it had been Vader.

The Amalgam loved Starfighters, but it had been quite some time since she had been in the cockpit of one. She relished the chance to fly again.

Maple was still her prisoner, but even The Amalgam's and the Brain Demon's psychic torture couldn't compel Maple to attack her own world. So the Amalgam had tried to split the difference, imprisoning Maple in a magical circle that would link her with the Amalgam's rotting mind, allowing her to experience the slaughter of her homeland from The Amalgam's perspective.

She had only really started to get concerned once she had arrived, because Maple's sheer love of her planet had allowed her to break the hold of the circle, and the Amalgam had listened to Maple's violent cursing in her skull as she snuck off Korriban, but not before vowing violent revenge for what the Amalgam was doing.

She had arrived solo, and began to make it easier from Acharon's forces in space by gunning the slavishly maintained Antique's engines through the dark void, engaging fighters with all four of her fighters lasers, effortlessly weaving through modern starfighter's laser trajectory, the Dark Side guiding her as she blasted apart Alderaan's defenders, feeding on the death of the pilots. It was like she had never left the cockpit.

She flew with no formation, a drop of blood in space that ripped hope and life away from this pathetic world with each blast of her lasers--

The Darkness hissed a warning, and the Amalgam veered out of the way of a concentrated blast of laser fire. She felt a familiar presence and immediately turned on her comms.

"Uri! So glad you could make it!" The Amalgam gushed, unconsciously, violently suppressing the Darth Phyre inside her, who was increasingly distraught that it couldn't manifest as it wished. Phyre didn't want to admit it, but the Amalgam wasn't nearly as much of a puppet as she wanted. This one was strong. The conciousness Phyre had devoured was slowly slashing its way out of her stomach, unaware of Phyre, but getting more strings back under its control than the Phyre Persona had thought possible. But Phyre was still at the core of her being now...

"AMALGAAAAMMM!" Maple shouted, piloting a TIE Hunter painted Black.

"Ah, I see you still use Imperial Tech, like I taught you. But have you kept up your lessons. What say you to a test of hardware?! My Royal Guard TIE, and your Multi-Role Classic. By the way, how intense is feeling all the death you are linked to via me?"

The Amalgam only grinned in her cockpit as Maple screamed in rage both through the comms and the Force and began to chase the Red TIE, green lasers blazing as they both dodged and weaved through starfighters both friendly and not, the Amalgam dodging the Laser Fire.

"I may not be able to stop Acharon, but I can definitely stop you!" Maple shouted as she gave chase, the Antique having an edge in speed and maneuverability.

Maple, however, had missiles. Concussive Missile. Worse, she had sonic charges

One was launched, the Missile honing in on The Amalgam, only a desperate corkscrew and U-turn manuever saved her, slamming into a Sith Starfighter. The Amalgam turned for an attack run.

Maple gunned her engines as hard as she could as the Amalgam sped to her, turning it into a game of chicken...

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Her features momentarily dropped, almost looking like she herself had just been struck.

Marina's eyes momentarily broke contact with that of her father's hologram before her. She were piloting her ship back toward another school location..one a bit further away from the main siege of the larger developments on Alderaan.
"...I see... Aherm... I understand." She replied holding it together.
The sith had taken Aldera...and the royal palace. Her queen Faith Organa had remained.
Oh Berkana she could have wept right there and then. Only she were piloting her ship, skimming it just a hundred meters above the rolling terrain... at over Mach-10.

"I'm maintaining my present protocol." Marina then said, swallowing hard. Her very core, her heart, her will wanted to abort her present course and put the hammer down toward the capital. Marina found herself caught between duty and love... love for her queen and her objections.
Her destination and objection, which her queen implored her to not deviate from no matter the consequences, were to safeguard the children. Her beloved queen had stated more often than Marina could count that her own life she would forfeit for her beloved people's children. Faith had confided in Marina that she would lay her life down before any one child could be harmed on Alderaan.
It were this disposition from her queen which stayed Marina's hand in not deviating from her present course.

The moment at hand...
"Dad-... aherm, father......-" No. No she couldn't speak at the moment finding herself all chocked up. Her queen were in check and she were not there... her father were not there to defend her, for he were tasked in defending the queen's beloved people.
"... Alderaan, may stumble...but it's spirit shall not fall. We will endure. It is the Will of Berkana" Marina then said, speaking with conviction.
The sith had lashed out, invaded and raged Alderaan more times than she herself had experienced in her short lifetime. There were generations upon generations of Alderaani plight begotten from the worst the galaxy and empires could wroth upon her people. And most of it were before her time.
Marina were one of many strong spirited Alderaani that could never be broken or swaded by any sith, emperor or minion. They could kill them, but as long as one Alderaani breathed air, then it's spirit would once again ignite the flames that lit the beacon of Hope, Freedom and Endurance. This the sith could never extinguish.

"Love you father...
For Queen and Country!" She then exclaimed with a tear running down her features before she cut the comm.
Marina were nearing her destination and took no chances in having her transmission be triangulated by the sith. Then again she were not heading there in a straight bee line, no. As soon as she cut transmission, she changed course... trice.
She were as slippery as an eel when it came to flying through enemy lines.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location || Alderaan [Space] ||
Objective || Punch through LOTS Blockade and Evacuate Queen Organa ||

Spoiler: Sularen's Fleet

• Relentless-Class Battlecarrier
  • Relentless | 65% | 80% |
• Harrsk-Class Battlecarriers
  • Hammer | 85% | 97% |
  • Patriot | 90% | 98% |
• Fighter Compliment [58 Fighter Squadrons]
  • 28 TIE/DF Squadrons [567/672] | Deployed
  • 19 TIE/OTx Squadrons [283/304] | Deployed
  • 5 TIE/HF Squadrons [60/60] | Undeployed
  • 3 TIE/VX Squadrons [24/24] | Undeployed
  • TIE/x1s [14/14] | Undeployed

As the Battle went on Sularen's Forces began to suffer heavy losses as the TIE Drones and Outlanders had lost 126 Fighters Combined though Sularen still maintained starfighter superiority and his fighters still pressed forward against the enemy Fleet continuing their attacks as ordered with still around 400 Fighters engaged with the LOTS Starfighters while the rest of the Tie Drones launched yet another wave of Assault Concussion Missiles at the enemy.

As the Fighters clashed , Sularen's Battlecarriers continued their approach towards the enemy fleet who began returning fire on Sularen's , redirecting the energy of Sularen's Battlecruisers Long-Range Turbolasers right back to where they came from. Thus , Sularen fleet began suffering minor damage with the shield power of his Battlecarrier being further reduced by the enemy forces. However just as Sularen was about to give an order on their next move , a shot from one of the Relentless's Long Range Turbolaser hit one the middle of one of the enemy corvettes causing it to plumet below and into an enemy Star Destroyer.

As the Corvette collided with the enemy Star Destroyer , the bridge crew erupted in cheers as they saw one of the enemy Ships suffer intense damage. This was the part where Sularen regained the upperhand and pressed forward against the enemy forces.

"What's our status?" Sularen asked eager to get an update on the current situation. "The Relentless's shields are down to 55 percent , the Hammer and Patriot down to 72 and 73 Percent respectively" Said an Lieutenant in response. "We've lost over a hundred starfighters at this point but we still hold the advantage in terms of numbers and firepower." another added. "Two of the Enemy Star Destroyers have suffered intense damage. We got estimates that the lead enemy ship is down to 80% Shield Power and the other down to 55%" These facts put a smile on Sularen's Face. He now held the ultimate advantage and was soon ready to crush this Sith Scum once and for all.

But there was one question that still needed to be answered. "Are our main batteries in range of the enemy Fleet , Captain" Sularen said before turning to Captain Saxon. "Yes my lord we shall enter in range within a few seconds." Good , Sularen thought. Now it was time to spring the trap. "Good inform me when we enter in range of the enemy force." Sularen asked eager to prepare his final strike.

"Get us closer to the enemy Fleet and prepare the Shield Force Multipliers" Sularen ordered. "Continue to move into full range of the enemy fleet and fire upon my signal" he said. Within seconds , Sularen's Fleets began preparing their Shield Force Multipliers increasing the Shield Power of Sularen's own Battlecarriers bringing them back up by 25% although every time the Shield Multipliers would be used again , the increased amount would be reduced by 5%. But nevertheless Sularen's Fleet was now in a fighting position once more

Then Captain Saxon walked up to Marlon and informed him about the most recent development. "Sir , we are in full range of the enemy fleet and the other two ships are waiting for your signal to begin their attack." Sularen did not simply and instead nodded before uttering the word "FIRE" in a loud tone. Within seconds , the Main batteries of the Relentless , Hammer and Patriot became jointly bombarding the Immothep firing volley after volley of Turbolaser Fire , Ion Canon Fire and Missiles at the Enemy Flagships pummeling the ship as hard as they could. But this was only the beginning.

Then as the Immothep suffered from intense bombardment , the TIE Droids attacking the Illustria launched a second nova flare attack against the enemy Star Destroyer moving forth to once more pummel the enemy Star Destroyer with Assault Concussion Missiles before pulling up though not before a few casualties. At this point the Illustria was defenseless and without any Escorts with it , the large Capital ship would succumb to the continued attacks of the TIE Drones in which would render the enemy fleet vulnerable.

As the Battle continued , Sularen watched from the view point of his Battlecarrier. He was an unstoppable juggernaut , his Forces smashing through any opposition they found. Soon enough , the LOTS Fleet would get destroyed and LOTS Forces on the ground would be destroyed one by one , all thanks to the efforts of Marlon Sularen. When this Battle would end , Alderaan would embrace Sularen for his actions , increasing the chances of Sularen retaining his throne on Byss.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• The TIE/DFs take heavy losses losing 2 whole Squadrons during the assault on the Immothep and losing an additional squadron during their brawl with the LOTS Starfighters while the TIE/OTx's take moderate casualties with a dozen fighters lost.
• Sularen's Battlecruisers take some damage to their shields and quickly active their Shield Force Multipliers to increase the strength and durability of the shields , regaining 25% Shield Power.
• Sularen's Fleet continues advance and enters in full range of the enemy fleet , soon proceeding to fire their main batteries and concentrate on the Immothep
• The TIE/DFs continue their attack with a second [and final] volley of missiles [Advanced Concussion Missiles] still targeting the key points of the Illustria

Tags | Dresta | Darth Acharon | Bast'rom'arosti ​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

T A G S | Aaran Tafo
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Armor.
Ring | Lightsaber ​

How thrilling this was proving to be. It was rare for her to actually feel any excitement regarding almost anything in her life involving another being, even her private moments had little confidence in the male sex. As soon as he touched the statue, the lightsaber was tossed above her head, hurling as it fell, while her harpy feet jumped upwards again, stretching her long arms wide open uniting that with her cloak as she flew to the sky, laughing as she reached the heights, showing him her sharp ivory teeth, taunting him with malice. Allowing him a glimpse of her dark cold heart.
“Thou obviously knows nothing about my kind.”, as she most elegantly fell in the exact same position he once stood, delighting herself with the thought of running inside the castle and leaving him there with his own stupidity to deal with. Instead, without a second to waste, she almost immediately raised her hand gesturing an unspeakable sign as dark dust seemed to disjoined itself away of her body, surrounding her shape, growing as it formed a black sphere around the female, oily to the one that saw it, she called upon the deadly field of pure dark energy, chanting her words with voiceless lips, as the old Sith technique could wither away anyone unlucky enough to be caught within its radius when it exploded.

With that in mind, the left hand moved towards the opposite direction. As it began to rub her index finger against her thumb, picking up the pace relentlessly, creating hundreds of golden sparks in the air inside the sphere, raising her at his direction, as her Song of Passion sang from the armor, shivering every muscle of her body as it empowered her, as her two main fingers stood as spears raised in his direction, unleashing an outpour of golden blazing flames against him. Snarling in her own native tongue.

"Ash nazg carnish, ash nazg burzum, ash nazg carnish, agh gurdh fira!", as the flames hurled from fingers, protruding the sphere all around from where she stood in all directions, meant to catch whoever it could found within its radius. Such beautiful blazing sight brought a tear to her left eye, one that became a puff of smoke as soon as it came out of her eye due to its heat, as the flames cut their way through its oily surface of her attack, roaring in his direction, as the female inside her dirty trick chuckled merrily moving her attack. There was so much Tutaminis could take in her opinion, and if not, who cared? The other hand slid itself back inside her cloak, ready to grab one of her lightsabers if the opportunity appeared itself.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Safe House //:
//: Faith Organa //: Darth Empyrean //:

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The safe house was anything but that. The Dark side loomed, and danger crawled up the sides of the walls. What was meant to protect only caged them like cornered animals, and seeing that the Queen of Alderaan was ready to fight, prepared to defend herself and those with her - the young handmaiden that stood just a few inches away felt inspired. ​

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In reality, the young woman who had recently come into the Queen's services was none other than Allyson Locke. The Corellian spy had infiltrated and taken up the handmaiden's role for the woman in efforts to protect her. Rumors had circulated, the rise of a new regime of Sith had begun to draw power upon the dying corpse of the Empire. An all too known move by the Sith. When one fell, the carcass only fed the young and hungry as they rose to power. ​

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Stepping forward, the veil that covered the young woman's face lifted, showing the Corellian features, a grin spread across her face knowing that the Sith couldn't help themselves descend on Alderaan. A forever shining beacon to rebels and the Alliance. Allyson raised a hand to the Queen, "I'll take care of this, your highness." Wearing the handmaiden's dress's stiff cloths was constrictive, but Allyson had worn worse disguises in her early career. ​

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"Maliphant, isn't it? Surprised to see someone of your stature crawling and mewling at the feet of what was his name? The Worm Emperor?" Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she stepped in front of the Queen and her people. Prepared to act as a shield between them and the Sith Lord. ​

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"Leave and take your bottom dwellers with you." ​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Alderaan, 864ABY​

The Royal Palace​

As the Handmaiden stepped forward, it took him a moment to realize that she was more than just a courageous fool looking to die for some royal clout - or a song made in their honor when all this was done. Even more surprising was her calling Maliphant by his name, and the sudden sensation that she was in fact a Jedi disguised as little more than servant - though that was not out of the question for them, they often lacked enough pride to present themselves properly.

"You flatter me, but I didn't come here for compliments and a kiss. Still, I seem to be at a disadvantage; you know me, and I don't seem to know you.", he said passively, hand still extended unassumadely towards the Queen, and now her, motioning between them.

"If you'd prefer to die here with no story to speak of, I will acquiesce, but I implore you find another planet to die on. A different day, perhaps. This one is quickly filling with the dead outside."

The fact was, he knew who she was. One of the advantages of holding one of the most influential companies in the galaxy on Coruscant meant it was relatively easy to place spies and bugs in the Jedi Temple; monitoring at the very least who was actually active in such areas. This one, Allyson Locke, had thus far more than proven herself as a very capable Jedi - leave along with a very long track record of success in such things. More dangerous than the average Jedi, Maliphant presumed, but no more a barrier to his success than any other.

From his extended hand, with no warning beside it being in front of him, a telekinetic blast rippled through the room. It compressed air before it so quickly it was nearly visible - and following it was the hollow crack of a sonic breach. Were it less clean, no doubt dust would have risen with it - but nothing so dramatic occurred, forcing a frown on Maliphant's face as his red lightsaber ignited in the room. The blast would launch anyone unaware to the far wall, and anyone prepared would struggle to contain it - but Maliphant would walk towards the Queen whether his effort was stopped or not.

"Don't let more die for your sake, Organa.", Maliphant offered as the lightsaber hissed met the clack of his boot heels.

"You don't want that burden on your shoulders."

Faith Organa │ Allyson Locke │ Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: New Aldera, Royal Palace
Price of the Crown
Tags: Allyson Locke

Before Faith could take a step from behind her she caught movement. One of the handmaidens stepped forward speaking directly the Sith. Faith struggled for a moment with which one was this....oh yes the young woman who came with a recommendation from house Antilles what was her name....Allyson....Allyson Antilles? No...Allyson for certain. Faith had to admit the young woman had fire telling the sith, who Faith would now know as Darth Empyrean to leave. Allyson offered sarcasm and wit to counter the words and actions of Maliphant.

Before words could be exchanged, or leave her lips the room exhaled blowing out. Faith unaware of what was to happen found herself landing on the wall behind her. Her head snapped back hitting the duracrete wall. The ringing in her ears drowned out any sound around her as she wilted to the floor. She could see the familiar outline of a blade, the red crimson glowed filling the spaces with the eerie hue. Was it her vision? Or had he drawn a blade?

His words slowly filtered through Don't let more die you don't want that burden. It was true the deaths of many outside would rest upon her, it would eat at her soul to know how many, and worse in what manner.

Where was the young one Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri had she been hurt? Where was Allyson was she hurt?

Faith lifted her head through blurred vision she could tell he was walking towards her, was she to give in? Faith could die here but that wouldn't stop them. She had seen the results of many campaigns the Sith had spearheaded, the death, and destruction left behind by a force that felt they had acted with righteousness. If the Sith took Alderaan they would have a foot hold in the Core once again. There was more at stake than Alderaan.

"You're right" She whispered, "I do not want that burden. You and your" she half laughed her nerves getting the better of her, "companions have already given me that burden have you not?"

 

[Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri]

Kuxirra and her parents were thrown back, the teenager hitting her head on the wall and kissing consciousness. Her parents had hit their heads as well, and were too dazed to stand, yet they struggled to their feet, supporting each other. They couldn't really do anything, but they stood in from of their daughter protectively. These Togruta were at their fiercest when it came to children, especially their own, and they were fearless when it came to it.