At Last We Will Have Revenge [TSE Dom of Mon Cala Hex, AL,27]

[Narses]

Objective I/IV
Location: Coral city
Location: Frontlines a few blocks south of the Ven estate.
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Allyson Locke"] and co
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] and all the other wrong uns.

Everywhere was death. The Sith legionnaires and their fell brethren knights had began to push the Mon Calamari and their rebel friends back, Sith knights and acolytes swarming the Mon Calamari and Mirialan soldiers, stabbing and hacking with wild abandon. Morosh could only watch in horror as men he had known for years, decades even, were cut down brutally, some with barely any time to react, much less time to fight back.

"Fall back to the estate and regroup with Corens lot! do not show them mercy, for they will show you none sold-"

His words trailed off as he witnessed a dogfight a few clicks away. A TIE-fighter was on the tail of a lone X-wing and the rebel pilot either had a malfunction or he was new. He tried to out-pace the TIE-fighter and was rewarded accordingly. The X-wing’s exterior was peppered with green lasers and it was sent spiraling off to the side in a cloud of fire and debris. It wouldn’t have been of any concern to the Mirialan if the simple-minded pilot had only gotten himself killed, but as it was, the remains of his fighter crashed into the building adjacent to Morosh, sending rubble everywhere that crushed Sith and rebel alike.

Morosh felt the shockwave and heard the crash of the fighter into the tower, sending both him and several flying back. The entire structure shook and flames licked the transparisteel windows, leaving them stained with soot. The distant screams of TIE fighters flew over the unfolding slaughter, dropping untold terror upon the already embittered defenders. The Mirialan captain pulled himself from the pile of rubble that fell upon him, the street now empty save for corpses of those unfortunate to be in the radius of the crash site.

"Rafta? Ituvie? anybody?" he cried out hoarsely into the dust cloud that covered the street, blood pouring from several wounds that raked the Mirialans body. Moroshs answer was met by the igniting of several red light sabers around him. He tilted his head slightly amused and terrified, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he wrenched a bloodied vibroblade from the hands of one of his fallen soldiers remains.

No more running this time.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

[member="Loske Matson"]

Keira was far from so lucky as to have her own integrated systems for playing music, she just had the ramblings of her own head. And of course the military comms which flared like some ridiculous undercity fire like the ones she had seen far too much when living in the darkest little holes of Cademimu V. More importantly she picked up the destruction of TIEs on the planet below: some hotshot pilot was ripping up their boys and girls in the atmosphere.

"Mastiff-1, making my move onto the planet."

Engaging power to thrusters, she zoomed her way through the chaotic battle above the planet for the still rather chaotic battle in atmosphere. At least it was prettier in atmosphere, if you liked water...lots of water. And explosions. And dying things. And angry Sith. But it just added a fine aesthetic to the planet.

Cerdulan followed around the city, eventually through what seemed through stupid luck or a horrible unlucky streak she had made her way to the Jedi's X-Wing. Pulling a quick dip and reducing power for her thrusters to let lose a rather wild barrage of laser fire at the woman's ship.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Flying above New Coral City ​

Agreeing to escort out VIPs​

Engaging: [member="Keira Cerdulan"] ​

Maybe about to share some coordinate information with 'ol flight buddy [member="Allyson Locke"] and Mister [member="Rick Kaloo"]​

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“Link up with whatever friendlies we have. Transmitting coordinates, VIPs aboard these cruisers. Alliance teams are starting to untether them and they’re going to be needing a clear path to orbit… You got them?”

There was a few seconds of silence between the channels as the streams of numbers took some time to triangulate and translate to her navicomputer, updating on her HUD display. "I got 'em." Loske confirmed. "Frank, lock those coordinates for us and mark them friendlies. See if there are any other folks that can assist, too. The skies are littered with eyeballs." Eyeballs -- an endearing term some pilots used to refer to the TIE-fighters. If you looked at them at a certain angle, the wings were like the top and bottom lid, and inside, iris and all, the eyeball. The astromech agreed, broadcasting a call for an assist if anyone had the capacity. Once somebody replied, then the coordinates would be shared over the encrypted allies channel.


No sooner had she confirmed her receipt of the numbers when her astromech companion announced an incoming interception. "Tag that fighter as target one." As the AI unit complied with that order, Loske pushed 5L5 fusial thrusters power to full and brought her laser targeting program up on the main monitor. With her left hand he adjusted the sighting calibration knob on the stick and got the single fighter registered, while the right hand on the yoke pulled a wide arc that directed to the right, which ultimately would make it more difficult for the TIE to triangulate her direct path. Sweeping in a large C-shape, her X-Wing twisted against the sky, S-Foils engaged, until her nose was pointing more upward to the TIE, and she was cutting upward to the little eyeball. Due to it's diminutive size, she didn't have the shot for long. Not long enough to lock her torpedoes, so instead, she returned the favour with a thumb down and releasing four tight streams of lime-green plasma at the underbelly of [member="Keira Cerdulan"]'s flying death ball.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Eyeballs.

Rather fitting of a name, but they were cheap and efficient and when in the right hands they could be nice and terrifying. Though...they did have a rather high mortality rate. Weed out the weak they said! And Cerdulan definitely wasn’t going to end up being another of those on the list.

“Filthy little...”

Keira grunted, she wasn’t some usual TIE Pilot, she flew an Interceptor at speeds that were a fair bit above recommend protocol. In short, an absolute lunatic flying around in a particularly soft eyeball. Growling she veered violently to the left, the lasers clinging off the light Deflector Shields of her Interceptor. After her little maneuver she nigh immediately zoomed downwards, trying to make a U to go around and hit her at the back, pushing harder on her Interceptor to try and clear the breach without getting blown to bits.

[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"The sky is cluttered with infidels, my lord."

"So it would appear."

Sith-Imperial TIEs and Alliance fighters swarmed above the skyline of Coral City, coming down to earth only when critically damaged by an enemy's laser fire. Several ships had already smashed into the nearby buildings, setting them alight and killing any unfortunate souls who happened to be hiding inside. The Sith Emperor meandered over several strewn about corpses, their bodies broken at unnatural angles or smoldering with carbon burn, to stare up as an X-Wing chased an Interceptor around the sky. There were other dogfights taking place at the same time, naturally, and so it was made to seem like the entire sky was bursting with battle and death.

"Let's bring them down to our level, servant."

Mal Areen afforded himself a confident grin, his spindly fingers reaching out to pluck a piece of debris from one of the adjacent structures and levitate it in the air. The jagged shard of metal began to lose mass as the edges were smoothed out, one corner sharpened into a pointed tip like a javelin. With careful precision, the Muun Sith picked out his target from among the myriad of Alliance ships circling above and with an effortless gesture he sent the spear of metal singing through the air to pierce a passing X-Wing's engine. The starfighter sputtered and began to lose altitude before crashing down onto the ruined thoroughfare, skidding along the ground until it came to a stop a few meters away from the Dark Lord and his ghastly entourage.

The canopy popped open, the Alliance pilot appearing from out of the smoke with a blaster pistol firmly grasped in his hand. He took aim at the Sith Emperor and squeezed the trigger three times in rapid succession, hoping to at least inflict some injury before his inevitable demise. However, the Emperor easily caught each blaster bolt in his hand, the energy absorbed and dispelled harmlessly in his body. Mal Areen then stepped in and grasped the pilot's body with the Force, bending each of his limps into grotesque shapes before dragging his bleeding body over into arm's reach.

"See if he knows the frequency for the Alliance comm channels, servant. I wish to let them hear me speak."

Eagerly, Mal Areen complied. He took hold of the pilot's head and began to rifle through his thoughts with the Force, sifting through mostly useless clutter until he found the pertinent information his master desired. Then, once he had completed his task, he snapped the pilot's neck with an effortless twist of his wrists.

"I have it, milord. I've adjusted your comm to tap into their communications, they will now be able to hear you at your leisure."

The Emperor tapped a button on his wrist, opening up his voice to the Alliance frequencies. "Slaves of the Light, hear me now. I am Darth Carnifex, Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith. You have displayed considerable valor in rushing to the defense of these pitiful creatures you call the Mon Calamari, but your devotion is misplaced in false ideas. You stand against the inevitable. For too long have the Jedi been afforded a place of privilege in determining the fate of the galaxy and all who inhabit it, and they have squandered such gifts by allowing the weak to dominate the strong. Their time has ended, and so will yours if you continue to stand beside them in their folly."

A laugh, mocking and cruel, "Reflect on your insignificance in the long war between the Light and the Dark, and know that your striving is meaningless. Your deaths will be the same."

The transmission cut out.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Narses"]​

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Coral City outskirts
OBJ: Assist Mon Calamari, deny Sith essential production facilities
Allies: Jedi folk ([member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Sko'saht"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Loske Matson"], etc.)
Enemies: TSE ([member="Taeli Raaf"], etc.)

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Backup had arrived.​

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The bombers Rick had requested now joined the cruisers in their bombardment of the Blade facility. Having torn through a large majority of the outside structure, they ceased their fire and allowed the bombers to inflict the finishing blow. Mal Vic pulled back the fire of his cruisers, allowing the bombers to fly through the hole in Mon Calamari's shielding. At the same time, he reached a comms frequency with both pilots in the bombers.

"Our cruisers have already significantly weakened the shipyards and offices ringing the main tower. Now, all you need to do is fire at the center of the building. With any luck, that'll rupture the reactor powering the building and cause an explosion big enough to destroy everything for two miles around. Just in case you're wondering, this is restricted business area. There will be no civilians within the blast range unless they choose to run into their own doom. Sending the layout of the facility now."

On the comm screens of the bombers, the image of Mal would quickly be replaced with that of a huge, cylindrical building, tapering into a triangular point near the top. At the base was a large ring of shipyards, offices, and test rooms. At the center of the tower lay a long, cylinder-shaped reactor running three hundred stories upward. Highlighted in red, inflicting sufficient damage throughout multiple points in the reactor would cause a chain reaction that lead to an explosion equivalent of that of a thousand heavy quad turbolasers all firing at once. With the shielding pulled back and all corporate assets out of the facility, the bombers were given a clean shot.

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Four more corvettes joined Rick's in pursuit of the Sith sea monsters that had evaded artillery fire and now began tearing down the city at its roots. ​

However, as Rick looked down from the bridge of the anti-starfighter corvette, he saw Sith ruthlessly massacring Mon Calamari soldiers even without the beasts at their backs. As the scene continued for miles, he grew guiltier and guiltier, until he was finally overcome with sorrow and rage.

"Open the landing ramp. Once I get out, set a course for D'Qar. You'll find friends there."

The corvette's crew and Rick's parents both looked at him with shock.

"But.. But it's a fifty meter drop from up here! You won't survive!" argued Rick's father.

"There are many things the Force can grant." replied Rick. Addressing the corvette's crew, he continued, "Get down a little lower, slow down as necessary but don't stop. Open the landing ramp, and with any luck, I'll see you later today."

It was out of sheer respect for Rick and the company he created that his crew obliged, the corvette dipping down to twenty meters above a winding road filled with the bodies of both sides, the corvette a blur above them. Leaving the command room, Rick stood back as the landing ramp slowly opened up, exposing a burning city and a raging battle beneath him.

"If I die, or even if I don't, then let the Sith know that Mon Calamari will never fall." quoted Rick. Then, before his parents could stop him, he jumped.

In an instant, a breeze pounded apon him, and he descended downward like a nail toward a magnet. Then, right as the road closed in, right as he saw ruins of a recently collapsed building beneath his feet, he spread out his hands and called on the Force. The resulting roll Rick performed, greatly assisted by the Force slowing his fall, practically eliminated any fall injury Rick could have received besides a few newly formed scratches and bruises. Turning around, he realized that his sudden landing had startled multiple Sith about ten meters behind him, who had been closing in on @Narses. Rick allowed himself to share their shock for only a few seconds before igniting his lightsaber, the aqua blue blade sticking out amidst the red of the Sith and the blood under Rick's feet.

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[Reverance]

Objective: I/IV
Objective Defined: Kill or be killed
Tags: [member="Loske Matson"] | @Islar Kislo | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | @Narse | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]
Location: The streets of Coral City
Gear: Armor

Fatigue had taken the boy, early in the infancy of the onslaught. There were 15 but oh how it felt like a hundred. A cut for every sin, imagined or otherwise, turned them into the deflated versions of their former selves. His mother sat back in the room, crumpled like an amalgamation of over folded origami and calamarian, as his father laid like a mat across the ground. The sort filled with holes from where the shoes had rubbed too hard and too frequently.

There were others, nameless and insignificant. They served the purpose of a catalyst, propelling the child into a realm of cruelty and indifference that would have taken years otherwise. All the pain that was needed, trauma and deception, folded into such a small time.

Yos wasn't important but he would serve the purpose.

Blackened fingers clutched at crumpled particles of clothing, orange and white jumpsuit gathered up into his fist. The boy rocked from his grip, unconscious, as Reverance carried him like a bag of garbage from the small of his back. Better to throw away or to burn, the former Wrath hadn't made up his mind. He moved mindlessly through the alleys, sauntering towards the presence of those that still rebelled this conquest. High off the wake of his own carnage, he felt the ripples of goodness and ached at the naivety of it all.

Mirialans and Calamarians, Galactic Alliance exiles all working in tandem. Blaster bolts and slugs deflected against a shimmering shield erected around him and the child, soaking into the translucent force and plummeting to the ground like fishing sinkers. He bared his teeth out of instinct, blasting a wave of force towards them to disperse them and knock them against the rattling buildings. Tightening his grip against the vong saber, he prepared to charge.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective I/IV - Observing her monsters, and teaching

Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Kole Harper"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]

Directly Engaging: [member="Romi Jade"]

Hmm interesting. A red blade ignited from the young woman's lightsaber, the Jedi bringing up into a ready stance. Taeli did not move, did not even ignite her own blade yet. From all appearances, she was nonchalant about the whole confrontation. The woman shifted her weight, and Taeli had to fight the urge to smile. So... once again, another Jedi that subscribed to Coren's ideas. That was fine by her, she preferred to stay on the defensive until an opening occurred. And for this woman, as she appeared ready to leap at her...

And she was jumping at her, lightsaber coming down in a powerful right to left attack with both hands. The part of her mind that Taeli always separated from a fight to analyze her opponent was impressed by the power move so early. It spoke of her desire to just beat Taeli down into submission or death.

How very... Sith Marauder like of her.

She didn't ignite her lightsaber yet as she had a philosophy from over a decade and a half of Makashi training. Don't be standing there when a power attack comes, deflect or move. So that's exactly what she did. As the blade came down, she pivoted and ducked into the space beneath, moving back a few steps to have just enough space.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: I/IV

The Jedi Master had his team working together, and that felt good. He was getting the Ven ships up and he knew [member="Rick Kaloo"] and the other Silvers were assisting their tasks. Loske and the flight were in space, and he had no idea where [member="Romi Jade"] had wandered off to, all he knew was that there were sea monsters. He was not prepared for that. Shaking his head, the Force blast didn’t seem to do much and the Jedi Master cussed.

“Fine. Wonderful move, Taeli.” He said under his breath, not knowing where [member="Taeli Raaf"] was but knowing she was around here. This had her smell all over it. Spinning his lightsaber into his hand, the man nodded and ignited the dark aqua blade.

“[member="Narses"], get to my team, they have their orders, get off this world.” He ordered on the comm. He needed to get the Mon Cal off world and out of system. Switching to the friendly BattleNet. “Everyone, get the Mon Cal moving and out of here.” He knew that the battle was going to be going south but as his lightsaber ignited, the street-dressed Jedi Master ran forward, not extending his pike, just keeping the blade ignited.

Folding space as he ran, he reverted above the beast and came down on it, lightsaber at the ready.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Flying thruuuu New Coral City ​

Agreed to escort out VIPs​

Engaging: Keira Cerdulanhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19612-keira-cerdulan/ ​

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The nose of Loske's X-Wing was pointed skyward as the fighter evaded her shots. A few connected, but the TIEs deflector shields were doing their job. Almost instantly, Loske released pressure on the power and slowed her ascension, levelling her ship out to a horizontal move. It seemed the pilot inside the First Order's Eyeball was as into alphabetical maneuvers as she was, and now it was starting to come up behind her. "Maybe this is why it's called dog fighting, because tails are for dogs."

Yeah kid, sure.

Loske leaned gently on her yoke, her ship slimming by taking a horizontal arc. A cluster of X-Wings zipped around the escorting ship, staying behind it with target locks on anything that proved to threaten the vessels.

"Hey Blue, we're shooting out. Where are you going?"

"I've got a leech." The girl responded into the commlink, grimacing at the readings that displayed on her ships HUD. "I'll shake 'em and join the parade."

"You need help?"

"Not yet, stay on the objective."

"Roger Lieutenant. G'luck."

Meanwhile, azure gaze had locked on her new objective. With her new altitude level, she was cruising at horizontal. Once more, she accelerated her thrusters, jamming her yoke forward to evade the grasp of the other pilot's targeting computer. As long as she stayed out of the crosshairs long enough, she may make it yet.

Her flightpath was fast, and any distance she had from the skyward creeping buildings of New Coral city were closing quickly. There were a particular two buildings in her eyes and she continued to press forward, sacrificing shields at the front for speed and deflectors surrounding her engines.

Where are you going, you're getting too close!

"Close the S-Foils on my mark, Frank."

What?

There wasn't time to argue, the two buildings were getting so close that if Loske squinted she could see the panicked individuals still unfortunate enough to be on the middle floors. She was just above the chaos on the ground. They would be able to hear her engines.

"Do it now!"

With Loske flying sideways, the tell tale "X" shape folded, converting to a slim "I" instead, making her thin enough to squeeze through the space between the two skyscrapers of Coral City. The blast from her engines as she passed through caused eruptions on either side, flames from her engines threatening to catch the structure.

She was between the two buildings when [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s voice, like an all-terrain vehicle driving over gravel, crackled over her speakers and infected her ears. A shudder crept through her but she held steady on her mission to break through to the other side of these towers. One wrong twitch and she'd be but a smear on the surface of these buildings.

And like that, she was on the other side, releasing the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. The S-Foils released to engage once more and she pulled around another arc.

The nice thing about the comm channels that the Alliance shared, was the enabling of two-way communication. Y'know, like most technologies that allowed sentients to interface.

"Sorry, who was this? Name isn't ringing a bell Mister.... carnival? Slave to the dark? Anyway, you've got the wrong number. There are other hotlines you can use to talk about your feelings."

But that wasn't totally true. Although the name had changed, the voice was still the same that was related to the memories from her maternal donor. Something in her resonated, and she felt a discomforting cramp in her stomach. She switched comms to just talk to her droid. "Where is that voice's owner, I have a torpedo for them."

Other side of those buildings you just shot through.

 

[Sko'saht]

Objective I: Destroy Corporate Assets

Allies: Mon Calamari, Silver Jedi Order, [member="Rick Kaloo"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Loske Matson"]

Enemies: Sith, anyone stupid enough to get in the way, [member="Keira Cerdulan"]

Letting out a quick click with his mandibles in reply to [member="Rick Kaloo"]'s message the Verpine eyed his HUD and the targets schematic in his visor. Factory, large but standard reactor, red sections flashed showing where most of the damage had been done by the Calamri ships. This would help somewhat with the penetration of the bomb however it wasn't really required. Racing forwards the two ship of Mantis bombers swept into the atmosphere and began their attack run. This was going to be some tricky flying, with only a few moments to get clear of the blast radius with an acceptable safety margin he was going to have to max out the atmospheric speed. "Bomb prepped" came the voice from his bombardier.

"Copy" swapping to the local allied channels and sending his target coordinates over the data link he spoke quickly. "Bomb drop coming up, stay clear and cover me, reactor explosion is going to be large."

 

[Reverance]

Objective: I/IV
Objective Defined: Kill or be killed
Tags: [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Narses"]
Location: Communication Stations, Coral City
Gear: Armor

He cut through what defenses remained defiantly on the streets. It wasn't because he was mighty or beyond enraged, but perhaps the resistance had done what they came to do. What stood now where those that were left behind, either purposely or because they missed the command. And standing alone, it was easy to overcome the modern weapons of militants and soldiers.

A blaster bolt slapped against the chest-plate of his armor, radiating electric blue energy that arced across the gray carapace. Hot spots and charred joints remained in the wake, quickly healing over from internal nutrient sourcing. But the vonduun couldn't heal fast enough to prevent the smell, like a lobster broil that had been sitting in the sun for half a day too long. Reverance held out his hand and the assaulting fluted barrel curled over, on top of itself, blossoming out the low profile rail system into what could only be described as gun metal wilted flower.

The user didn't notice in time and as he pulled the trigger, the propellants ignited and flung the soldier back in a brief shrapnel explosion. Reverance forcibly yawned, coming around the corner, trying his best to convince his inner ear to pop.

Another shot from the stairs of a communication tower, a soldier with short stature was actively retreating upwards towards the entrance. The orange beam of the living saber hummed almost inaudibly, flicking the bolt back towards the assailant. The young Calamarian was still asleep, hanging limply from the Sith Lords blackened hand. As he crested up the stairs, he knelt by the dying and tilted the chin upwards for dialogue.

But there was only blood, dribbling from the corner of a Mirialan mouth.

"Too bad..." He stated calmly, standing up and looking towards the tower. A tall slender spike, jutting out from the overall globular shape of Coral City. Burdened with disappointment, Reverance gripped the dying soldier by the collar of his armor. Between the CERS, the power of the armor, and his own natural strength - he easily yanked the man from his laying position and flung him violently down the stairs. It was a coarse aggregate of sound, like even the armor had bones and there was nothing left unbroken. And every tone, every break or smack or scrape against the textured stair plating, was unique.

Without further resistance, he strode up to the door and knocked with a certain zest.

 

[Narses]

Objective I/IV
Location: Comm Array station
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Allyson Locke"] and co
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] and all the other wrong uns.
Directly engaging: [member="Reverance"]

"What do you mean run?! where are-what?" Josuu shouted into her comm wrist furiously, visible confusion streaking the captains face as her question was only met by half garbled responses and screams of terror before being silenced abruptly. Someone was cutting down her men positioned around the station.

The Mirialan captain stared at the scene on the monitor with growing anxiety.

She couldn’t make out who it was, because the camera through which she was looking only gave her an overview of the courtyard below and did not have a zoom option - but there was something eerie about what was coming.

Josuu operated the console with one hand while holding her blaster rifle with another. Her fingers moved with an astounding calm as she set the door to emergency close which caused two outer layers of thin steel, which she hadn’t noticed so far, to shut immediately. The two main parts of the door were slower but they didn’t sit around to watch, the remainder of her squad positioned themselves while the external security doors sealed . Those who were too wounded to run were carried and positioned near the wall.

In between the tense silence that permuted the air, a crackled comm message broke through, breaking the tension but for a brief moment.

“Josuu, get to my team, they have their orders, gettt off-f-f-fffff"

Darkness crept in around her even though her eyes were wide open, but she welcomed it. Not even the creeping inevitable death that awaited her could terrify the Mirialan woman.

She had only to make a simple transmission; a single message to all remaining Mirialan units to break off the engagement and flee. She could save the rest of her men. She could ensure that they would live to fight another day. But Josuu herself knew that she was not gonna get out of this alive, yet it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for the cause.

“This is Captain Josuu do you copy, over?” the Mirialan spoke over the comm array microphone, which was switched to the Siel Manta channels, " get yourselves out, the city is lost, grab the wounded and regroup with the fleet in orbit, this is an order over."

Knock. Knock.

Josuu calmly turned off the mic and faced the door, several of her men aimed their rifles anxiously, anticipating whatever was on the other side.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: I/IV
Objective Defined: Kill or be killed
Directly Engaging: [member="Narses"]
Location: Communication Stations, Coral City
Gear: Armor

No answer. That wasn't surprising but it was aggravating, like rats stuck in a cage with nowhere to go - delaying the inevitable. He could hear the click and clack of their nails on the wall, their heartbeats through the metal. All that was needed was a fire, something to persuade them to dig out.

He set the child carelessly on the ground. The little Calamarian rustled from his sleep, rubbing the bit of his head that just smacked the grip pad of the stairs. Across the small of his back, Reverance pulled out his second saber - one of the twin blades of Reebas and Roecnar. Nothing particularly significant about this saber except that it might have been the first ignition since prior to the burning of Selvaris. Prior to the Soul Saber.

It sung the usual hum but for that brief moment, passing as quickly as it arrived, it was like greeting an old friend. Fixing his crimson eye on the barricaded door, he looked through the lens of shatterpoint. Searching for molecular weaknesses, lattices and joints that would provide his means of quick entry. Until he could properly fix his eye upon that point, he went to the slow work of carving into the blast doors. One red and one orange, he plunged them high as if he were preparing for a pull up. Metal slag dripped down the door from the entry point and hardened immediately.

The blades hit across electrical lines through the metal frame, shorting out currents running into the building and sending metallic showers and sparks through the interior room. He barred his teeth as he began to pull the blades down, cutting parallel lines into the door. He'd crack it like a can with it's pop topped, it was simply a matter of time.

And then they'd regret not letting him in.

 

[Narses]

Objective: Last stand
Location: Comm Array station
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Allyson Locke"] and co
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] and all the other wrong uns.
Directly engaging: [member="Reverance"]

The growing sound of metal being burned could be heard, so she switched the camera view a few times until the camera focused on the blurred image of the outsider breaking his way in. Josuu saw his features more clearly now in the flickering white sparks that his sabre created and the blurry quality of the camera feed, a hollow determined look on the mans face which sent the captain uneasy.

She stood back from the console and closed her eyes. Thinking back to a stolen youth and happy memories of a time when she wasn't a soldier, but a farmers child who still retained innocence and naivety. That had been stolen from her when the Primeval came, but she still had memories to hold on to even when staring down the face of death.

Josuu sighed.

The section of the door that the Sith knight had carved through gave way soon after. It landed with a heavy, metallic clang and when the echoes had settled, a shocked voice from one of her men cried out.

"SHOOT THE FETHIN KNIGHT!"

 

[Reverance]

Objective: I/IV
Objective Defined: Kill or be killed
Directly Engaging: [member="Narses"]
Location: Communication Stations, Coral City
Gear: Armor

Shoot the fething knight. It was the first thing he heard as the door fell forward with a flat thump. Solid, inch thick durasteel bouncing against loosely secured metal grating - over-top a duracrete foundation. With enough time and the chance to reflect, Reverance would have laughed at that - so removed from the universe that soldiers took him for nothing more than an errant knight.

It brought a smile to his face.

The first bolt caught the red saber and zipped back towards the assailant, hitting a heating pipe and blasting the room with hot steam. A loud whisper of air escaped the small hole and was vociferous enough to be distracting, if not outright annoying. Another bolt sung out and caught the tip of the orange saber, deflecting off the helmet of someone who hadn't quite gotten around to pulling the trigger.

Reverance crouched and let out a fierce force wave, smacking all those not at the epicenter into the walls of the interior room. Clamor and clatter, armor scrapping against metal piping and conduit, hard duracrete walls.

He lurched forward, image obscured by the hot air billowing out of a whistling pipe, as he slashed downward and decapitated two of the soldiers. Another was crawling and feeling across the floor, blinded from the sudden rush of steam to the face, and was searching for a gun that was just out of reach. Reverance kicked it to help it along, knocking his tongue several times to emphasize the disappointment of the situation.

A bolt struck against his back, dispersing evenly across the carapace, and he reacted with a force push that skewered the assailant against a broken pipe. Metal wires stuck out from the pipe, now breaching the soldiers chest, and were frayed at the ends. Green and red plastic peeled back to reveal copper interior and as Reverance approached, he inspected the interior wiring.

"Why are you here?"

The Mirialan coughed up blood, splattering it across the Sith Lord's cheek. He scoff and streaked the red down his cheek with a flat thumb.

Shaking his head, he took a right turn up another flight of metal grated stairs, interested to see what was at the top.

 

[Narses]

Objective: a bitter end
Location: the remains of the station
Allies: all departed
Enemies: Sithies
Engaging: [member="Reverance"]

Nauseating pain erupted from her chest as she was thrown back and then the world spun until a shockwave through Josuus entire body stopped it abruptly. Breathing was near impossible and everything was blurry, she stared down at her mangled torn leg and towards the Sith Lord who was butchering her men with brutal efficiency.

It felt like every muscle in her body had expended its last and her arms gave in. She lay flat on her chest and felt the hard surface of the deck with every breath.

Maybe this is the end?

Frantic eyes searched the steam filled room for any help, but instead she saw the Sith Lord amidst the fog, his back turned to her as he ascended a flight of stairs.

Trying to prop herself back up against the console was like trying to fight back a vibrohammer against her back, but she didn’t get to be left alone. No. She would take the Lord down with her if she could, a bitter victory of sorts.


Josuu wrenched her side arm from her belt, taking aim at the Siths back, pain shot through her entire body yet she managed to conjure the strength to pull the trigger.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Keira snarled, zipping through the skies of Mon Cal was a nice enough sight on the eyes. But she was stuck trailing after this lone X-wing: her laser cannons spat out wildly, nothing crazy accurate as much as it was just hoping for another bout of luck where she could at least snag the little rat.

But it it didn’t seem like that was going far, while she got the benefit of S-Foils she did not as after that wild maneuver between the buildings she was forced to violently pull up to prevent a fiery collision. And alas, her little fight in the atmosphere seemed to end before it began.

Seemed so at least.

“Mastiff-1, heading back up to the fight up high.”

[member="Sko'saht"] @Loske Matson

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

Location: Private home within ecological preserve of the Azure Archipelago

Tyluko had been in deep meditation when the Sith made there way to Mon Cala. He had been wracked by his past failures to his people over a thousand years ago when a plague nearly eradicated his people, as well as his failures at Midvinter and Kashyyyk in service to the Silver Jedi. Tyluko had been in self-imposed exile from the Silver Jedi for sometime, living in solitude on the ecological preserve on Mon Cala that he was charged with. He spent his days praying, practicing his hydrokinetic force abilities, swimming the oceans, studying the ecosystem and meditating.....lots and lots of meditating. It would seem that the Dolphinarian was partially broken... physically, emotionally and maybe even spiritually.

However... it now was going to become much much worse.

He had meditating by the waters edge, steeping himself deep in the force as water swirled around him in an almost liquid barrier. He had for the first time in a while felt at peace as he listened to the lapping of the cerulean waters on the sandy shore, and the calls of seabirds soaring above the archipelago.

But then something changed.....

He started to see mental flashes of explosions, death and destruction. He could hear the sounds of blaster fire, the humming of light sabers and the screams of men, women and children. He saw images of terrible monsters, Coral City in flames, figures clad in black mercilessly slaying Mon Calmari and Quarren citizens and soldiers. He then saw the streets of Coral City filled with bodies, and the seas awash with corpses; Mon Calamari and Quarren alike. As he looked at the bodies they began to constantly morph back and forth between images of current Calamari and Quarren citizens and images of his long deceased Dolphinarian people. He then heard voices pleading for help... "Help us.. Tyluko help us" The deafening chorus of voices in his head caused him to writhe and grab his head in agony and terror. He then saw the seas of Mon Cala run crimson as he heard the voice of his long deceased father "They are dying"

Tyluko screamed...

 

[Reverance]

Objective: I/IV
Objective Defined: Kill or be killed
Directly Engaging: [member="Narses"]
Location: Communication Stations, Coral City
Gear: Armor

The shot smacked across the length of his back, the kinetic energy dispersing against the glossy gray of the carapace. The vonduun hissed as legs cracked open and extended, like thin bony fingers raised towards the sky. It cracked and knocked, like a shellfish exposed to air and gulping for breath - spitting excrement.

Tsk

Tsk

Tsk

He turned as the bony wings retracted back into the back panel of his armor, leveling a cold gaze towards the woman that stood at the top of the stairs. Taking heavy steps towards her, he dragged the blades across the ground. They sliced through the grated metal, carved scars against the duracrete, and sent sublimated gases into the steam filled air.

"Worthy effort." He uttered as he took his first step up the stairs. The metal clanked beneath his weight, knocking against the stone, as he took his second step. "But futile all the same." A lot of dead Mirialans here, what was one more? "Why fight?" He took another step, the blades ready to deflect another shot should she find the strength for it.

"What are you fighting for? Why don't you run?" There was nowhere left to go. She'd die, but her words now decided the speed of it. If the saber and arm had their way, she'd die screaming.