Act III: Insurrection

[Lucas Burke]

Rebel - Alleyway

Lucas had no idea how in the galaxy he got here, or even where "here" was for the moment, but there was one thing he knew for sure- Blasters were being fired, they were aimed in his general direction, and he had a good feeling they weren't set to stun.

His first reaction was an instinctual one- Lucas dove for the nearest bit of cover he could find. Once there, he actually took the time to look around; He seemed to be in a city on... Mandalore? Lucas couldn't think of a reason he'd be on Mandalore, and since he had no idea how he got there, his skills as a scout wasn't going to be much use navigationally. Didn't mean he couldn't put those skills to use in other ways.

Further down the alley, there seemed to be a group that was rather coordinated in a defense against whoever was shooting at them, and one more who seemed just as confused as Lucas was. Lucas was just about to call out to her when another figure approached her and... Oh, kark, that was the Force! The man had attacked the woman with some sort of lightning force power, and if Lucas didn't do anything about it, she'd be in deep trouble- Or at least, so he thought.

Whether the woman would be able to defend herself or not, Lucas figured he should still help her out; The Fel Imperium scout took aim at the Force Lightning-slinging figure with an S-2 Sniper rifle, held his breath a moment to steady himself, and lightly pulled the trigger, sending a shot down the alley at the figure... Before the thought just occured to him that if this guy could use the force, he probably had a lightsaber too. Lovely, he had just arrived and Lucas had already effectively committed Suicide by Sith.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Phoebe Verd"] @[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Sarah Frostlight]

Rebel
Alleyway
Sara shook her head as she started trying to figure out where she was, She staggered to her feet and looked around, nothing familiar, Smells? well it smelled like a city sort of, not enough different people smells, and nothing she immediately recognized. Sounds? Well sounds were confusing, she heard what sounded like at least 2 or 3 battles going on. Other than the fact that she was in a corner, and felt bruised over most of her body, with armor pressing into awkward places she seemed fine.
She paused a moment to take inventory, pistols, check Repeater, hmm check, several erg clips ok, a med kit, ok, and some rations..
as Sarah started moving cautiously towards the corner she quietly adjusted several armor plates so they would not hinder Her if she had to move quickly. Before she peeked around the corner, She drew a pistol. A quick glance didn't reveal any more. Other than the fact that she was on a planet with rather impressive buildings, but it did not seem to be Coruscant.
When Sarah Did not observe any immediate threats she started moving towards the nearest sound of fighting finding out who was fighting whom was high on her immediate list of "good things" to accomplish.

 

[Mother Askani]

I apologize, double post

 

[Revenchent]

Rebel shooting blahbllahblah



Well this was a big sack of nope. Isley's voice sent Calico's mind into a tumble. He had no idea what was going on. Then his close friend was jumping off to attack....Miss Verd?!--and Bluejay was attacking his people. What-in-the-hell?!

"Canal, down soldier! Don't kill her!" Calico roared as he took in Kira's words. She didn't sound very well. "I'll get on that...I don't understand this. We need to get you out, and you buddy." He motioned up toward Vulpesen. This smoke was suffocating.

This is all insane.


The Jedi tossed him a comlink; and Calico clicked it into the input on his helmet.


Calico switched into the open comm channel. "Galaar, grab Canal. We're falling back. Isley, Is'ika, what in Corellia's Nine Hells are you doing?!"


To put it simply, Calico was very unhappy.


"Alright, I'm Valde's advisor." Calico mumbled to the stranger. "We need a safehouse. I have wounded, and she's dressed in a bathrobe. Silly, I know." A hint of humor was in his voice, although it was a bit sharp as Galaar spoke. He switched off the comm as a new location flowed into the HUDs of the clones. "Ga'ika. Adi'ike. Little Galaar. I will end you."


Calico turned on his kneecap and fired a warning burst at Bluejay's position. He understood none of this. ]"Bluejay, sister, stand down. We're on your side! Galaar, shut your moth and pop smoke!"




@[member="CC-117 Canal"], @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"], @[member="Vulpesen"], @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Kira Liadain"]

 

[Mother Askani]

STREETS - REBEL

Hmm Vexander Graves? The name, it sounded familiar. What she did take from his answer was that he was a Padawan, so it was the will of the force that they would find one another. Using the force to lift a man off his feet and sending him some feet away, she turned to run the opposite way down the street. There was explosions, and buildings crumbling and fall off into the distance. This was war indeed, but for what? That was the answer she sought, running at a quickened pace, she heard the footsteps of the Padawan behind her, she was glad he was in good health. Then suddenly she came to a quick halt, when she was cut off by a man. He had a dark influence about him, one that was very hostile. She brought up her blade in a ready stance. She spoke out to him,

"Please don't do this.. There's no need for us to do battle. I sense something familiar in you surely....we know each other?" She said while he slowly approached her. Then he lashed out, dashing for her, she brought her blade up to block whatever initial attack he intended to throw. Their lightsaber would clash, and sparks would fly. She pushed, disengaging their blade. Then she stood upright, in a Jedi ready.

"Please just surrender, lay down your blade. I don't want to have confrontation." She said trying to reason.

@[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Syn"]

 

[Saren Kel-Varad]

Rebel - Alley​

Fear.

That was the first instinct. It was easy to quell, easy to control. You couldn't get rid of it, but you could shut it up long enough to get your bearings. Every soldier learned that. You never got rid of fear, you just learned to work with it. It's caused by the unexpected, the abnormal, so you revert to the normal, you find that routine, and the fear subsides and you can think again.

Bad drop. Treat it like a bad drop. Run the checklist. Self: All good, everything moving, nothing in pain. Not exactly a proper physical checkup, but it would do. Weapons: Concussion Rifle, standard Force Recon variant. Heavy Blaster Pistol, Maser Carbine, half a dozen grenades and vibroblades. Check, check check. The fear began to subside, his breathing slowed, and after another few seconds Saren finally mustered the courage to poke his head out from what cover he had and take a look around.

He was on some world, it was dark, and there was shooting. Feth, maybe it was a bad drop after all. But comms were inactive, he couldn't raise any of his team. Had they even dropped with him? Were they even still alive? He couldn't remember. Something was in the air, or in his mind, gnawing at the back of his brain like an itch you were scared to scratch. Shock, or something else?

A staccato of weapons fire erupted near his position. Saren crept out, keeping low and to the shadows were possible. Besides comms, the ARA-09B armor seemed to working fine, and the thermal and other imaging enhancements gave him a good view of the surrounding streets. Off in one corner, a group of figures were moving and firing on a position with military precision. Saren recognized the armor. Dread Guard, the CIS elite. On any other day, he would've been suspicious, but for some reason, he knew them as allies.

That was weird, but it could wait.

Priority right now was to establish comms. He was about to send a laser signal when a mean looking Forcer stepped near, lightsaber in one hand and the other outstreched and shooting lightning. Comms could wait. Saren leveled his concussion rifle and fired a quick shot, more to disorient than injure. Even before he saw its effect, he had armed and dropped a flashbang grenade, and then took off running the direction of the Clone troopers, hoping beyond hope they didn't think he was an enemy.

Hopefully they knew what the hell was going on.

@CC-117 Canal @Galaar CC-252 @Commander Calico CC-247 @Kira Liadain @Vulpesen @Phoebe Verd @Darth Metus

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

rebel- where tge feth

star bolted as soon as she heard blaster fire ducking behind a wall, what the feth is going on was all she could think
@[member="Break"]

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Rebel-Bluejay Fight - Kursed

"ON MY SIDE?!" Bluejay bellowed furiously. "YOU. BETRAYED. US!" She roared. "TRAITOR!"
Then Canal spoke up. Oh for feth's sake. "CANAL." She snarled, swinging towards him. Y'know what? Screw this. "YOU. ARE. DEAD!" She lunged forward, attempting to tackle Canal head-on. If she had her way, she would sink her knife hilt-deep in the traitor's throat. Again. And again. And again. And. Again. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. DIE!!!!

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Rebels - Building away from the Alley of spawning

"Well this is a fine mess you got yourself into boss lady."

"You know in twenty years you still haven't learned a sense of humor."

"Weeeeelllllll Excuse me Princess I just thought you should be the one to know there are people all around us."

"Bah." Balaya looked at the saber on her hip while she moved and her armored gleamed with the crystasteel plates showing off her body but fully protecting it as she moved. Then she was listening for signs of fighting and heard the blaster shots, whatever was going on now meant a great deal when the snap hiss of the blade came to be so she could run about. So she could bulk and feed upon the rage in her gut to tear them all apart if they came after her. All part of the plan.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Syn"]
Tower- Fighting off Rebels
//Sorry to jump in five pages in, but I just got back from working all day //

Sound of blaster fire erupted in a hallway off to Syn's side, quickly followed by sounds of bolts being deflected back.
Before the Jedi master had much chance to investigate who exactly was taking part in the battle he saw a large cloaked figure backing into view, blaster bolts flying off all around it, white blade of its lightsaber whooshing gracefully as it met bolts and slugs in their paths, throwing them aside, throwing them back at the soldiers who sent them. The droid had no intention of cutting into anybody with vengeance or fury, he did not knew why they were attacking him, he knew not why they were rebelling, but he knew they had their reasons, just as he had reasons to fight back and defend himself.
Every bolt and slug he could reflect with any precision was sent at their limbs, knees, feet, arms, anything that could disarm them and stop them from fighting without killing them.

Droid had enough death, after few thousand years of war and battle he witnessed he finally had enough of dealing death, only thing on his mind was stopping its spread.

Either way, Syn could hear,
CLANK-CLANK-CLANK
As the heavy feet of the being, although hidden under robes and cloaks, dug their metal claws into the floor, entrenching himself with each step he took to fight off any transfers of momentum from the bolts and especially physical projectiles he fought off.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Rebels - The Street

Galaar had an order. His Sergeant had give him an order to save Canal. He followed after the younger clone and tried to drag him back but failed rather too quickly, the next thing he saw was Bluejay lunge at him. Instinct took over and with a lightening reflection lunged into Bluejay's path.

The next thing he felt was a burning, throbbing, hazy pain in his chest as the blade slashed through his armor and into his chest. His vitals would suddenly spike and blood would spill from the wound. Galaar wasn't done though, he tried grabbed Bluejay's wrists in an attempt to hold her in place and headbutt her with all of his might.

"Canal! Go!" He coughed up, his voice broken from a ruptured lung.

@CC-117 Canal, @CC-935 Bluejay, @Vulpesen, @Galaar CC-252 @Kira Liadain

 

[Anya Venari]

Alley, all Rebels
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @Others

The fighting had grown in intensity. She had watched them from the shadows until she was sure that they were fighting the Kursed.

Now she dropped down into their midst and called on her power. Vast and terrible as a storm in summer, remorseless and biting as the snow in winter.
With a blow she cast down all enemies opposing her, for the moment at least.

Wrapping shadows about herself she let her mind wander to every one of those nearby which she considered possible allies.

‘Come with me, or this place will be your grave. Move!’

Swiftly she led them, away from the battle to a ruined building. Inside was a tunnel descending into the darkness.

‘Swiftly, into the tunnels!’

She looked at the strays and waifs she had gathered. Poor fare to fight a war, but they’d have to do.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Rebels, street

Finally she had the guts to show her face. Canal saw that Jay tried to tackle him and he simply side stepped to his right. Rule # 10 never attempt to tackle your opponent unless he/she isn't aware of it. Canal remembered all the rules in his training which would make Jay a fool is she knew these rules. After she failed to tackle him Canal set his pistol to stun and shot her in the back three times. He took out his knife and went with Calico and checked his back if Jay was still on their tail. "Galaar, come on," He saw his brother his brother taking on Jay who he seemed to be winning. Wrong eh saw blood coming out of Galaar. He picked up Jay off of him and threw her a couple of feet from them. He picked up Galaar and carried him from shoulder to shoulder and began walking to Calico's position." Come on we are almost there, just hang on."

@CC-935 Bluejay, @Vulpesen, @Galaar CC-252 @Kira Liadain @Commander Calico CC-247

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen turned and called the force to wipe away the wind around them, giving him a clear view of @Kira Liaden who he quickly ran to, puting away his pistol. "I got ya, just keep moving!" He wasn't sure how incapacitated she was, but he wasn't risking it. He threw her arm over his head and ran past the clones. His legs moved fast, as he did his best to get away from the fire fight. "Hey Clone Man, once your men are done arguing, I suggest we get a move on!" He wasn't sure how far or where the safe house is, but that would come soon and anywhere was better than here."

The voice on the radio held no questions, she could tell by whatever was going on, Vulpesen would never give up his com unless he needed to. "Very well, I'm sending you the coordinates now, and I swear if you don't bring that man back alive, I'm gonna paint your face on every wanted board in whats left of the civilized galaxy!" She had a voice of spirit and fire. After she was done, she sent Calico the coordinates he wanted, as well as a map of the tunnels they would go through to reach them.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Melantha"] @Everyone else that isn't trying to kill us
MOVING AWAY FROM REBEL HOUSE THAT EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN


Preliat shook a bit as the voice echoed through his body, but he found himself trusting it, all the same. Nobody spent that much energy to lure them into a trap, that much was obvious. Preliat's eyes lingered for the tunnels, the tunnels beneath Manda'yaim. He was saddened by the state it was in, but it was a reality that he would have to face. He sprinted towards the tunnel, and pointed his M45 upwards at the entrance, covering all those who might descend down to the tunnel. He was reminded of the dark harvest, and started to shudder in another episode, but stopped himself for the time being. Now was not the time to worry about himself, he had to stay strong for Mandalore. He could be weak later, when everyone was safe...and this act of despair was met with retribution by the Mando'ade.

Preliat's helmet lights flickered on, his black-and-white night vision giving him ample sight in the darkness as he turned towards the tunnel, but for now, he covered all those who would descend into it.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Melantha"]

Siobhan was high up in the air, gliding above the ruined buildings, the wrecked vehicles, above the gun fire when it happened. For anyone down on the ground, save those who had climbed atop the buildings or were on the tower, she would just be a spec in the sky. To her, on the other hand, they would appear terribly small.

It was then that she felt a terrible - yet beautiful - build-up of power, surging across the alley. It was overwhelmning and as the blast caught her, of such force that the air currents shifted she was struck and tossed through the air. Instinctively she lashed out with a force blast and struck back, though she would not hit whoever her quarry was. The surge of force energy struck the roof of an already strongly damaged building facing her and it caved in, collapsing, thick layers of smoke rising into the sky, though Siobhan did not even bother pay it any mind as destruction brought it crumbling down.

Roof dropping was sort of normal these days and her mind was focused on the voice. For a moment Siobhan resisted, violently pushing back against the influence creeping into her mind. She remembered strange voices in her head all too well. Shadow, then the Mad God she and Qaena had faced on Terminus, even Abaddon. But this voice was...melodic. Beautiful. As she descended, the ground racing before her, she caught herself and glided upward again. Her direction was the voice and so she followed it.

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

A wave of relief washed over the Master as her husband came into view and she stopped as if to wait for him to catch up. She knew that everything would be alright now that he was there. They would be able to figure out whatever was going on together and she wasn't alone in all of this. Phoebe didn't need his protection however it was a great comfort to have him there with her and her guard was instantly lowered.

The young woman felt that something was off with the man she loved but had pushed it away after all there seemed to be something going on. She felt a little off herself and thusly it made sense that he would feel a little off to her as well. It must be a thing that was going on. There was no way she would believe that something was wrong with the one she loved. The cold smirk in her direction should have given her a clue but again it was ignored.

Before Phoebe even could think of how to react the Force Lighting struck her abdomen causing her whole body to shake as she was jolted backward and fell to the ground. A hand when to her abdomen as she took a few deep breaths trying to reel herself in from the shock of being attacked by her husband and also by the shock itself. A tear formed in her eye as she heard his cold hearted laughter. What was going on? This was not the man she loved, the man she married. What happened to him?

Slowly she got to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes. The last thing that she wished for him to see was her cry. Phoebe didn't want to fight him either but she didn't think that she had a choice anymore. Grabbing the hilt of her saber she ignited it and took a few steps back preparing herself for him to attack again. "Isley snap out of it, what has gotten into you?"



@[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Drake Blackwood]

Street - Rebels

Drake stopped. Sochi was engaging someone. The young Padawan had no idea who the person was, but he certainly felt malicious. Drake turned, and blocked an incoming shot. He knew that this fight was one out of his league. The best he could do would be protect the Jedi knight. However few shots were still coming.

The ex-smuggler his behind a piece of rubble, and watched as strikes were thrown back and forth between the two figures.

@[member="Sochi Ru"]. @[member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Antares]

REBEL - ALLEYWAY

Antares didn't really know what was going on, but that wasn't going to stop him from moving. He knew he was in Mandalorian Space, Mandalore no doubt. There were no other Mandalorian planets that were relevant to know, or be on anyway. So it had to be Mandalore. He continued through the alleyway, screams were piercing the darkness of the night, thunder, blaster bolts streaked through the sky. There was a battle going on, certainly. It was a bland town or city, whatever it was. It was quiet, besides the blasters and thunder in the sky. But his senses within the Force told another story. He was a Jedi Knight after all--

And then when he turned the corner he saw a flurry of blonde hair and then they were both upon the floor. His hand found his lightsaber as he rolled onto his heels and he rocked on them for a few moments while standing up slowly. He recognized her. Her form, her hair, everything. They hadn't spoken in what was a long time, but he knew her to be Kara Avoyos. He stood to his feet and extended his hand out to her, "running from something?" Was his only greeting.

@[member="Kara Avoyos"]

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Kursed-Alleyway

@[member="Sochi Ru"]'s words froze him for but a moment. She felt it too, maybe she could be persuaded, she could help them. Help them crush the-NO, she was a rebel, she had to die. It wasn't his choice anyway. Anger ran through his viens as he stared down his foe. She didn't want to fight? Fine, she'd die. Lunging forwards again, he loosed a barrage of slashes at Sochi's gut and chest area with an angry fury. But unbeknownst to him at present, she'd been trained to counter these specific tactics, by his fething self.