BLACKOUT (Galactic Alliance Invasion of the One Sith held Coruscant.)

[Ellie Mors]

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgZC-I6IAKo[/media]

THE ANIMAL

CORUSCANT: FINANCIAL DISTRICT; GROUND
EQUIPMENT

• LISETTE'S FIRST LIGHTSABER
• LISETTE'S SECOND LIGHTSABER
• SHELL OF DEVOTION

While her foe, the one that would provide her with at least a modicum of challenge in this war, had finally revealed himself to her, Lisette was beside herself with the feelings that accompanied the slaying of the two acolytes. She'd always floundered in the twilight, tempted so many times to cross over at the beckoning of her abusive mother. 'It's just a little bit closer, Lis. If you kill it, you'll have your food.' Came the recollection of her mother's voice from her youth. She shook her head, eyeing the Sith as he spoke, though she couldn't make out the actual words. She had to clear her head, she had to bring back the calm, to force herself to keep herself at peace. She'd let that beast free once, only once, and she'd nearly lost herself then. When [member="Clovis Torcularis"] had started to slip away she pushed those thoughts to the side, however, ignoring the spite she felt for both the singular enemy and his people and trying to forget that those feelings were even there.

'Conquer through apathy, not hate.' Lisette thought to herself, slowly beginning to walk after him, her pace quickening to a light jog after several moments of long strides. Both of her sabers were still ignited, an amber and violet glow illuminating her as she stalked her enemy, like the proverbial cat to his proverbial mouse, leaving behind [member="Abyss"] and [member="Ugohr Poof"] to deal with the other. It was more than likely that whichever of the two of them were victorious would influence the outcome of the battle behind them, but Lisette wasn't at all concerned with that. She had a target, a singular foe to combat, and that became the single-most important entity in this entire hellhole of a warzone. Rounding a corner, to where she saw Clovis last, Lisette prepared for their game of hide-and-seek, more than prepared to use the force if they weren't going to settle it quickly.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Coruscant - Financial district
Outside the wreckage of an AT-AT with two lightsabers (Darth Jar Jar's lightsaber in his right hand, an orange w/ black core lightsaber on his left hand)
Music: Victoria in Acies (Caesar IV)
Allies:

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PC: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
NPC: Army of Malastare: 438/800, 1st and 7th Legion: 9,240/12,000

Enemies:

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PC: [member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
NPC: Unknown (but rumored to be in the thousands, and also thousands of casualties)

"Looky! Da camera issa flying away so that yousa can no longer tell lies in front of it! Both yoursa intelligence and oursa intelligence were faulty"

While the camera drone flew away from [member="Abyss"] - and Ugohr, going to where [member="Lisette Kuhn"] and [member="Clovis Torcularis"] fight one another, Ugohr ignites both lightsabers, realizing that in one fashion Abyss was not a general, unlike what the Alliance intelligence indicated, and Ugohr did not hold simultaneous command of all three of the Army of Malastare, the 1st and 7th Legions, or that the Army of Malastare did not include any of the 1st and 7th Legions. These legions were led by different officers. Speaking of which, due to enemy communications jamming, not only in the Force but also by non-Force means, he lost communications with both legions, and the Army of Malastare had to operate independently of these units by now. Both sides were frustrated to an extent: Abyss because his means of telling lies was flying away, and Ugohr because his unit was cut off from the others. But he still had a decision to make. He chose to fight Abyss in a duel because he had to defend his men even if it meant fighting the Sith acolyte in single combat.

"Back away: mesa deal with dat Sith Lord personally! En garde, Abyss!"

The Army of Malastare had to contend with not only a Sith acolyte that had no command whatsoever, and a column of shadows coming their way, about a city block away but shrouded in smoke for the time being. He realizes that time is short unless the 1st and 7th Legions could take up positions in the nearby buildings despite the damage said buildings sustained while the enemy reinforcements were en route. And so Ugohr had his left arm ready to block anything Abyss had to rely upon, while his right arm has the lightsaber with quillons on it: he hoped to be able to use quillons especially if he hoped to block a lightsaber close to the opponent's body. And while Ugohr advanced, he had to ensure that he had one quillon pointing at his opponent while handling his lightsaber. In fairness, he also had to perform a Force jump to get over the pile of rubble left behind by a downed AT-AT. But using a crossguard lightsaber was a little tricky, especially if the quillons could hurt him as well as hurt his opponent. But he finds himself with both lightsabers blocked, and he couldn't turn Darth Jar Jar's lightsaber around without loosening its grip on it.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Break"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Valley, heading for training rooms.

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Jacen took some measure of solace from Gabriel's words. Even with what was on the line, this wasn't like him. These days once he'd picked out the path, no matter how precarious, he carried on forwards. It was that dark side nexus, malevolent tendrils touching his mind, probing for his fears.

It wasn't his control that pushed it back. Even as he started to build his mental walls it receded. Was someone tampering with the nexus? It seemed to him as if a splinter of the light had pierced that dark orb.

Before he could think any further he heard the sound of boots approaching. The tempo of approaching troopers, likely reinforcing a position ahead of them. But there was something else. The battle droid made its appearance and brought up some form of integrated weapon.

Jacen raised his chin just a fraction of an inch and called out: "I was born here, this is my home too. Don't remember you here protecting the people last time it came under attack from the Sith." His eyes flicked to the stunned acolytes.

With his shield arm he pointed forwards. "My son is that way and in going to find him. So think on taking that shot. Think how much of a fight you're stepping up for."

Jacen held his ground, shield across half of his body, the air shimmering faintly by his feet as he drew the flow of the Force around him, let it encapsulate his body. There was no anger, but there was a ferocious resolve to his words.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"I don't need it to tell my lies. The people of coruscant will do it for me ... And remember jedi. Peace is a lie."

The moment [member="Ugohr Poof"] activates his lightsabers, a crimson red blade ignites over the hilt Abyss was holding. The fact that the camera drone was flying away was only a minor inconvenience to him, he had told the people of coruscant what they needed to hear, and his words would resonate with these sympathetic to the one sith. He was also sure that sooner or later the one sith would send some reinforcements to defend the financial district, that would crush the remaining Alliance forces after their leader was cut into pieces by a sith.
The distance between him and the jedi was long enough for the sith to observe the weapons he was holding. The combination amused him, the idea to use a cross guard lightsaber while dual wielding seemed pretty dangerous for whoever would do it. It was something that would be dangerous to someone who mastered dual bladed combat, so he had no doubt that the padawan would either cripple himself with the weapon or at least fail to use it effectively in a duel. Still that was not a reason to underestimate the jedi and his weapon, and he knew that he had to avoid to getting his lightsaber locked by it if he wanted to survive the battle. He points the lightsaber in his right hand towards the jedi, the blade floating as high as his chest was. With a fast step forward he stabs his weapon in the direction of the jedi, using the whole length of his arm and the saber. The attack was not meant to hurt the jedi, but was instead an attempt to keep the distance between him and his opponent while also testing his defensive abilities.

[member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[IT-88]

Location: Senate Atrium
Allies: OS
Enemies: GA
Gear in Bio

88 and the rest of the 12th Mobile Infantry had worked their way down the halls and cleared them from enemy control. 88 turned his optics to the thermal setting and scanned rooms for surviving Alliance troopers. When he found one, he executed them.

"Please, no!" They would cry, all they got in reply was a bolt to the face.

"Sir, the Atrium is Ours! Let's continue into the offices." 88 relayed to his CO.

"Good work men!", the commander applauded, "let's move in further. Clear 'em out, floor by floor. Move Out!"

Further exploration into the Senate building was marked with pockets of Alliance soldiers and few OS casualties. The superior training and numbers of the Sith troops had been too much for each Alliance group they encountered. It would have been exciting, if it weren't so nerve racking, a bolt could take you at any corner. Or so 88 had led everyone to believe. He took point every time they moved out. And each time they encountered a pocket, 88 was the first to engage. He was fearless, literally, fear didn't exist in his progr...DNA.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Westport, Landing Bay 13 - Primary Terminal Ingress
Current Objective: Secure a Landing Zone
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Shrike Team ([member="Sal Katarn"]), Nighttide Group ([member="Gir Quee"])
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Blazing Eye"], [member="Gortugg"]
Equipment: See Profile Reference Sheet

Raising her hand in a disarming gesture, as the Directorate Forces had made their appearance, the Hapan watched as her band of Merry Murderer's lower their weapons and snap them towards the distant enemy combatants. Though they were formerly attached to other commanders, it seemed they had started to respect her authority - despite the fact she belonged to an entirely different branch of the military. Perhaps a transfer was in order if she had survived this attack, as it seemed that her streak with a Warship's command chair was less than stellar. Such was life, Astarii supposed.

Rolling her shoulder and lowering the gauntlet, she tilted her head towards the primary terminal. While the Alliance forces had begun securing the outer regions of the Starport through blood and sweat, it was left to them to take out the greatest concentration of enemy forces. They were the best the Alliance had in the area and were better equipped to deal with whatever enemy forces awaited them within. It made perfect sense that they were to form the tip of the spear, before moving onto a more critical objective. As her gaze had flicked from the irritating feed of data scrolling across her visor to the distant crystalline doors, the Hapan had taken a deep breath of recycled air. They needed to strike fast if they were to secure this landing facility, and she was wasting her unit's precious time by standing around and picking off targets of opportunity. Tearing her eyes from the facility and allowing them to settle upon the man the visor had informed her was Gir Quee; the Captain offered a respectful nod. She would've grasped his forearm, and embraced him as a battle-brother, but with the suit still needing tweaks - Astarii was more than likely to shatter his bones than welcome him as a friend.

With her face hidden behind an expressionless veneer, she had hoped the gesture would be well received. Nevertheless, it was a minor token of camaraderie that could be addressed at another time. She needed to focus on the task at hand and adapt her style of command to suite the theater she now fought in. Taking another breath of enriched air, the white noise that had forced her thoughts to run amuck had begun to filter out of her mind, leaving her with the tactical propositions she had the suit generate. There were multiple points of entry they could utilize, but as the number of enemy combatants was unknown - it narrowed down their choices by a significant margin. It seemed that the One Sith Forces within the terminal had begun their preparations, believing that the Alliance forces would be reckless enough to charge across the cover-sparse Landing Pad in the hopes of reaching their positions. Going back the route the Directorate Marines had come would cost them valuable time, as they'd have to circle the primary terminal and eventually link up with another Alliance Offensive around the bend. Both were out of the question, as it'd be foolish to waste their lives in a suicide run. Save that for the overzealous Mandalorians and Sith. Tactical Acumen would be their sword this day, and while the operation was on the ground - rather than in space - that was one of the Hapan's greatest strengths.

Wordlessly, she motioned for the soldiers of Shrike Team to stand aside, giving her room to pass. As they parted, she thumbed the activation switch on her mobility shield and watched as the external system filled the top portion of her HUD with a outlined meter in the shade of an eye-pleasing blue. "Well, Sir," She said with an all-knowing smile. "We'll start by using me as bait. What better target than a supposed Super Soldier charging down the center. I want the rest of you to advance behind me and take out their gunners. If they've got Repeater nests, take them out with Anti-Armour rounds. If they've got Snipers," She paused, knowing full well that she had gone back on her earlier decision - but as it was too far to turn back now, the Hapan continued. "Please be faster on the draw than them. We've got little choice, and the collateral's getting a bit too high for anyone's liking. No use in saving ashes."

Feeling her grip tightening around her marksmen rifle, the Captain listened to the powered fiber bundles of her armor purr with anticipation. There was a moment, as fleeting as it was, that she could've sworn the suit shared the sentiment. That... was not an entertaining thought, especially when Astarii needed to keep a level head. Sure, she could've gone down that rabbit hole, but every moment the woman wasted meant that another innocent person died in this senseless attack. Exhaling, and accepting that there wasn't another valid option that met all of her established criteria, the Hapan dashed out from behind the shuttle and charged towards the crystalline terminal. Temporarily disabling her ability to connect with her allies, the armor-clad woman roared with all of her might as she thundered across the flight deck.

She was the Lion, soon to be amongst the Lambs.

In response to the reckless charge, the entrenched Stormtroopers had opened fire with every weapon they had at their disposal. Two Heavy Repeater's lit up the flight deck as their Operator's had tried to find their mark, but as the armor-clad woman surged forward - they were surprised by her speed and had to compensate. The others, nearly three squads of Imperial Stormtroopers with what seemed to be the newest version of their standard Infantry Armor, had cast their bolts out into their kill box, scorching the air with their mechanical fury. The shield's meter was rapidly depleting and would soon fail, but the diversion had apparently worked. They focused their fire on the behemoth that sought to break their lines, leaving the way open for the Alliance to make their advance, without the fear of immediate reprisal. From there, what happened next was left to the combined might of Shrike Team and their Directorate Allies.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

[member="Break"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Valley

Seems there wouldn't be more time for discussion. Gabe wasn't sure what lied in the near future, whether he would escape this planet or be forever consumed by it. But any thoughts that dwelt beyond the present were quickly cast away, as fiercely as he could, staring down what might be their new opponent. And the felled acolytes. Looking towards Jacen and back to the battledroid, Gabe lifted his hand as if to halt the attack.

"You don't have to fight us..." There was no soothing aura he could provide, he felt the machinations of the droid for everything it was. Not nearly so hollow as one might expect. For a droid to call this place home, there must have been nurture somewhere along the line. "We only come to free the world from their oppressors."

Dropping his hand, feeling the force swell within Jacen, Gabe took the same approach. He was ready to fight if needed but sometimes, a soft hand was what was needed. They would soon find out if that was the case here."Let us pass. Let us save this world. Let us bring peace to your home." Perhaps a failed attempt, but he had to try. It was the quickest way forward.

Jacen and the Droid called this place home. Gabe held no such feeling in that regard. He had only ever known tragedy on Coruscant, at the hands of the Sith. His own or his brothers, it didn't really matter. Mass moved and agony followed. The easily manipulated were manipulated and those cast down remained so. All for the benefit of the Dark Lord and his followers and now, with the Dark Lord gone, it was simply a festering wound that needed healing.

And often times, healing could only come with the removal of the dead tissue.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Temple of the Sith, deep chambers.
Objective: Defend.
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] , @Tes [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Dralyn .
Enemies: @Ryan Korr [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [member="Marcello Matteo"] (Engaging).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Gear:

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[SIZE=9pt]Armour[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rudis[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Tsaisibola[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] & [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Nagajj[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2x curved hilt lightsabres.
Standard issue vibrodagger.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Among the Dark Council, there were those she greatly admired and there were those she saw as little more than glorified companions to greater names. Darth Pyrrhus was one of the pillars of the One Sith and no one’s hound. They were acolytes together, set on different but parallel paths in the order. While he stood like a horned demon at the top she watched from the shadows. She did not resent this. It was the path she had chosen; never a queen, but the maker of kings, lords, emperors. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Darth Ophidia’s influence upon the galaxy stemmed from one ability in which she had been thoroughly trained; the ability to vanish. Even among the assassins of the Sith, she was the premier master of masking her presence. Gathering knowledge and proficiency had become something of an obsession. With this obsession came skill. What one would sense in the White Current was certainly something, but exactly what would be difficult to pin down. There were ripples not belonging to the myriad of Sith and Jedi fighting throughout the vicinity, but the location was scattered, irregular, unpredictable, and then they coalesced in a single direction.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Pale Assassin’s eyes narrowed as she saw the red-haired Jedi and the horned Sith clash; blue and red in a lethal combination. She saw the fair-haired Nabooan following close behind. Eenie, meenie, miney, moe. Her sithsword drawn, the obscurity that had clung to her form faded as focus shifted. Yet her exact manifestation was made obscure by the device hidden behind the beskar cuirass; a personal stealth-field generator. It made her by no means invisible but turned her into an oscillation in the air and dim light. Of course, for one immersed in the ebbs and flows of the Force, this mattered only a little.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Her attack was simple, fuelled with a spark of speed baked into the background noise of the Force. She shifted the focus of her blade from the red-haired challenger to his larger companion. Coming in from his left with a vicious thrust of the Rudis, she lashed out like the bite of a venomous serpent. In the lunge, her left elbow splayed out behind her making sure she could quickly recover her balance, as was the way of the Ysalamir.[/SIZE]

 

[Soeht]

[background=#232323]THE SENATE BUILDING ASSAULT[/background]
[member="Aela Talith"], [member=Adder], [member="Kyber Salurra"], [member="Courts Stisee"], [member=IT-88]​

[member="Aela Talith"] tossed Soeht and the second Acolyte into a pillar. They slammed into the pillar about several feet from the ground. The Acolyte was knocked unconscious in an instant. Soeht sat up and pulled the Acolyte’s body before him. Soeht placed an empty hand onto the Acolyte’s back.

Then, a burst of crimson lightning erupted from Soeht’s hand once more. The Acolyte was shot toward the 5th Legion by the Force. A trail of Force lightning followed the Acolyte.

Immediately after that, Soeht pulled red-bladed crossguard lightsaber from his hilt. The plasma blades themselves seemed unstable - crackling and hissing in the air rather than giving off a smooth hum.

As [member=IT-88] entered the Atrium with soldiers that would distract the 5th Legion, Soeht took the opportunity to rush toward the Grand Convocation Chamber in haste.
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The dark side of the Force permeated the air of the Atrium - Soeht being the source of it all. It began to twist the thoughts of those within the Senate Building.

The underground offices of the Senate Building yielded what appeared to be a normal administrative office arrangement. [member=Adder] and her group would be able to find plenty of holocomputers and office equipment. There was an absence of explosives.

A voice seeking to oppress the will of Adder and her entourage spoke.

 

[Aela Talith]

Senate District
Senate Building - Atrium
[member="Soeht"]

Aela moved quickly now. She couldn't save everyone, she knew that, but she could at least move fast enough to save a few. her fingers sprawled out, the shield that had been pulled from the emitter in her palm quickly disappeared. An opaque wall formed several meters from her, forging a thick structure between the men of the 5th Legion and the Acolyte that the Sith Lord had launched. There was a sudden surging burst of energy, and Aela shifted back.

The burst sprang forth in a crackling explosion of lightning. She saw three men fall to the ground, clutching their sides as they fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The Jedi Marshall bit her lip, hand retracting as the lightning subsided. Her eyes went to follow where the Sith Lord had gone, bright orange catching the wisp of his cloak as he ran towards one of the other chambers. She scowled, stepping forward to move after him before suddenly stopping herself. "Zven, move forward, secure the Atrium then link up with Adder. Make sure the rest of the Legion lands on our side of the Senate Building."

They could secure it by halves, even though it would be more difficult.

For a moment she simply lingered, waiting for an answer. When the Commander called back to her in the affirmative Aela tightened her grip on the lightsaber and rushed after Sohet, joining him as quickly as she could in the Grand Convocation Chamber.

 

[Break]

Break hesitated for a moment sizing up his opponents and their plea. Retracting the faceplate of his helmet Break's human face showed remorse and sort of empathy. "Your son?" A problem he himself was on the opposite end of, Break had little choice or quarrel with helping Jacen. He powered down the plasma cannon with a dissapointing hiss of steam escaping.
"Tell me, are you in need of assistance?"
While they may be on opposite sides, Break understood the urgency that the situation held.
"So long as peace can once again take hold of the planet, my programming allows me to help you."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Sky above coruscant
Objective: Engage enemy starships
Allies: One sith[/SIZE]
Enemies: @Sylvia Nuru
Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89123-limited-armaments-v4-ace/#entry1309499

*After hunting the skies over coruscant, Jareth got visual confirmation of an orange and red X-Wing relatively separate from the majority of the group.*

Dust: "Enter combat mode, set shields to vector forward, charge heavy lasers for a primary shot, and set maneuvering engines for intercept speed."

*after a visual confirmation popped up on the visor, Dust prepared for the first shots to be fired. It was the xwing pilots turn now.*

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

“Oh my friends, my friends don’t ask me​

What your sacrifice was for” ​

Location: Steps of the Sith Temple
[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Allies[/SIZE]
On the Steps: [member="Marcello Matteo"]

In the Valley: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | @Alen Na’varro | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Mara"] D’Lessio Merrill | [member="Kira Vaal"]

[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]Enemies:[/SIZE]
On the Steps: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

In the Valley: [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Equipment: in character sheet

A rock is immovable, solid and enduring. It is also unfeeling and apathetic toward all around it, bearing only the scars of time and weather. Ryan’s demeanor and bearing often led to comparisons.

Today he was not a rock.

Today he was a storm.

A rush of spiraling energy, full of thunder and lightning; a whirlwind howling like a tram in the night.

This is the one they call Pyrrhus. He thought as their blades collided, hissing and spitting a coruscating shower of sparks. One of the Dark Council. One of those responsible for all this.

Muscles writhed in Korr’s jaw, teeth clenched tight. The air smelled of the ozone from their sabers.

Eyes burning with an ethereal blue-white light caught the Togruta’s telegraphing motion: a right elbow bending in, fingers reaching inside a robe. Ryan bent his knees slightly. The second hilt appeared in the Sith’s hand. Both arms focused on the saberlock, Korr pushed off the balls of his feet and through the knees, flipping directly over the Sith Lord’s head in textbook Ataru style, while maintaining the saber lock until range of motion made it impossible.

The verdant bar of energy lanced through the empty space where his body had been.

Ryan landed neatly behind the Togruta, spun and held out one hand. The Force erupted from his palm in a telekinetic push aimed to slam into the Sith and send him tumbling down the steps.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: In the skies above Coruscant
Allies: None so far
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]
Objective: Dogfight

Over the roar of her engine, Sylvia heard Cardinal beeping into her helmet. The droid translator said, “We’ve got trouble behind.” Sylvia glanced at her radar and saw a model of ship she didn’t recognize right on her tail. Yep, she hadn’t escaped notice. She punched the 4L4s and began evasion maneuvers.

Letting Cardinal navigate for a few seconds, she knew by the chatter on her com that at least one Rogue pilot was down, but checking her rear, the Sith pilot began to speed up in an attempt to catch up and cut off the Red Devil.

“I think it’s some type of Interceptor,” she muttered, turning her sensor on the fighter. Now would be the time when she could recite cheesy Holomovie lines like, “If you want to play with fire, you’re going to get burned.” Or “Don’t mess with the devil because it’s hot in hell.” But she did not. Sylvia was not the chatty type when she was piloting. The redhead former-Imperial was all grim determination, tight lips and unyielding focus.

Pulling up suddenly, the other pilot’s missiles hit the edge of her deflector shield and knocked it out of commission. Ignoring the urgent warning which audibly flared in the cockpit, she locked her proton torpedos onto the rapidly gaining interceptor, target locking and fired.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Sky above coruscant
Objective: Engage enemy starships
Allies: One sith[/SIZE]
Enemies: [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89123-limited-armaments-v4-ace/#entry1309499

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Armament: Rating 13
2 side nose mounted R-9X heavy Laser Cannons (http://starwars.wiki...cannon/Legends)
1 Assault laser cannon (http://starwars.wiki...t_laser_cannon)
1 gimbal mounted quad pulse laser (http://starwars.wiki...ad-pulse_laser)

*Jareth's initial shot on the enemy X-wing with his overcharged R-9X appeared to have landed, knocking down the X-Wings deflector shields as he came from her left front side.*

Dust: "Gimbal pulse laser to strafe across her cockpit."

*As he got the confirmation he sensed danger in the force. He may not be the best pilot but having the force helped close the gap in reflexes between himself and a skilled pilot so that he could note the the proton torpedoes in time to brace and pull up. One of the torpedos hit the Forward Vector, knocking out the shield completely, while the others passed under barely missing as his ship flew over the X-Wing.*

Dust: "About face to intercept, newtonian stop on primary engines using maneuver engines to maintain inertial speed and fire quad pulse for effect."

*This was it, he had made it just past and his starship made a 180 degree turn to put the X-Wing in her firing arc and the Assault laser and Quad Pulse would likely be able to cripple the fighter... Except they didn't... A warning flashed on the ATVS, "Assault Laser damaged. Quad Pulse Destroyed." His R9X heavies were still charging from the last shot, and with the only other armaments on his interceptor down his only hope of safety was the R9X's recharging while the X-Wing was maneuvering back toward him.*

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My ship takes damage to two weapons, I fly past you and turn around while still flying in the same direction but I can't fire upon you with two weapons recharging and two out of commission. Your move!

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Temple of the Sith
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

The ever-evolving subtleties of stealth where the Force was concerned had never been Marcello's concern. His knowledge of the White Current was something he had taken upon himself as a necessity in the wake of the inaugural elements of the war against the Sith. In the end of the day, it helped to focus his mind, give him a clearer picture of what was happening in his immediate vicinity at least.

What Marcello had been since the very beginning of his training, however, was a Warrior. With this level of training and exhaustive experience, the Jedi Master had honed his skills and senses to one common purpose...being a weapon. Over distance, these abilities were, perhaps, not so readily identifiable. However, when an opponent deemed it necessary to draw within the arc of his own rather large engagement zone, they transitioned from their world to his.

The warning was...brief, almost small enough to be missed entirely by those that had not lived a lifetime of fighting battles against a variety of foes. For Marcello, however, even the slightest irregularities spoke volumes to him. Being unable to specifically localize a direction at first was of little consequence, neither the Force nor his manipulation of a lightsaber were limited to a single direction.

Withdrawing from the White Current, Marcello's glacier-blue gaze just barely caught a shift in the air around him. To the untrained eye it would have looked as benign as heat waves radiating up from a hot surface. However, Marcello knew that heat waves did not shift around in an almost corporeal manner. As a testament to the Sith Assassin's skill, Marcello lost the image almost as quickly as he'd caught it.

Then his danger senses flared. A warning provided by the Force almost irrelevant to any amount of masking centered around keeping one's presence muted. It did, however, put the Jedi on the defensive...which was never the ideal place to be in any type of engagement.

Marcello reacted immediately, the strength of the Force that had coalesced in the core of his body immediately erupted in a three hundred and sixty degree arc around his body, sending a crushing, repulsive wall of invisible energy hurtling at anything in his immediate vicinity.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Location: Inside the Senate Building.
Mission: Search the Area
Allies: Galactic Alliance // [member="Aela Talith"] // [member="Adder"] // [member="Keld Fett"]
Enemies: One Sith // [member="Soeht"] // [member="IT-88"]
Gear: Personal Heavy Armor - Usual Equipment - BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle - (4x) Flashbang Grenade - (2x) EMP Grenade - (2x) Thermal Detonator

Kyber was close to the main hall again when he felt a resurgence of sith troopers. They were bleeding through every orifice of the building, swarming the Alliance soldiers attempting to get a foothold. That wasn't good. As Kyber continued to fight his way through the mess of soldiers back towards the main chamber he decided it would be a lot easier to take a shortcut that only he - and his jetpack - could truly appreciate. With a quick turn into one of the minor hallways Kyber made his way haphazardly towards the center of the building, sprinting through various twists and turns as he did so.

Finally Kyber made his way to the doorway he was looking for. An entrance to the Grand Convocation Chamber. From there he could theoretically travel anywhere he wanted in the building in a fraction of the normal time- as long as he had enough fuel. With a tired sigh Kyber made his way through the doorway and into one of the many various hovercrafts dotting the sides of the large spherical room. With a quick glance around he found the area where he thought the main entrance was. Gripping his now sling-less rifle tighter, Kyber prepared to launch from his current position over to the main hall- but hesitated momentarily as he saw a figure enter the chamber.

As to not be too hasty Kyber calmed himself down and squatted behind the edge of the craft as he set down his rifle. Swinging his Quiet-snipe over to a usable position Kyber shouldered it and peered down the scope, recognizing the Sith Lord. What was that in his hand? There was no other possibility. The detonator. Kyber was tempted to shoot the device out of the Sith's hand, but his reasonable side got the best of him before he could get the shot off. It was too risky and there were too many lives at stake. So, Kyber trailed his aim up a tiny bit as to rest on where the Sith's arm met his body. Directly at the shoulder. With a nice big target Kyber knew he wasn't going to miss.

Kyber inhaled deeply as he cleared his mind, letting his finger rest gently on the trigger. Letting one knee down Kyber adjusted himself for his one chance at this shot. With a quiet mind Kyber let the air escape from his lungs, setting himself finally before squeezing the trigger firmly. The slug was loose. Kyber had adjusted for as much as could in the indoor chamber and he only hoped that would be enough. Confident in his own skills Kyber knew he would hit his target if unaffected, but that was the problem. Force Users usually don't let things go unaffected. Kyber's only chance was his long distance and his hope that this Sith Lord didn't pay much heed to lowly soldiers with no force aptitude.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Lyle Baelor"] Micah Talith [member="Kaili Talith"]
Gear in Sig

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[ Gettin' better with those mindtricks. ] Micah would pipe up, a half grin as he came in line beside the Defel. Just then, everything went dark.

[ Good girl. ] His voice crackled through the secure comm earwig. [ Maybe I won't shave off your eyebrow for messing with my music playlist just yet.] there was humor in his voice, praise too. However, how serious he was about shaving his youngest's sisters eyebrow was a bit harder to determine.

With Micah, anything was possible.

With the guards down and the lights out, they were able to blend even more to their surroundings. Granted, this also meant that the faciliity would be at a higher alert.

[ Keep your heads up.] bending down, he began to dig through the officers pockets. They could get Kaili to walk them into the facility, but he rather her save her energy for what was to come.

[ Let's keep moving. ]

 

[Isha]

Coruscant
Jedi Shadows and a small Spec Ops group as NPCs
Gear - Saber with Covenant Saber, Covenant Rings, VT-Jedi Vanguard Armor, light-shield
Allies [member="Taeli Raaf"]

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Isha's small body went skidding across the floor. One of the guards managed to catch her just at the right moment, striking her in the chest with a punishing strike. The impact gel managed to dampen the bulk of the hit, the area hardening as it was meant to do. Her bare feet slid across the slick floor, her tiny hand skimming across the surface in her crunched position.

A grimace would flow over her olive expression, the large ears turning down along with her head in the pain. Work through it, I must, she told herself, struggling back to her feet. A silver flash of her lightsaber ignited, bathing her diminutive figure in moonlight.

Bolts of red would lance at her direction, and with a butterfly movement taught to her by Master [member="Aela Talith"], she did her best to deflect them away. She was not yet skilled enough to deflect them back at non lethal areas, but she had enough to ensure that none would be harmed.

The other Alliance Spec Ops took a few more shots, while the Jedi Shadows worked in tandem. From here, they would press forward in order to capture the Central Power Grid. `

 

[Kelon Amadis]

Location: District 42
Local Security and Emergency Services Headquarters.
Mission: Setting the second trap! #Npcs free for you to use!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69PKnbT4yeE​

Fun times at the shack o matic!​

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Owen Holst"]

While our myke had the most surprised expression you'd ever see as he fell over. The two large trandoshans looked at each other and did what large hyper aggressive creatures do. CHARGE! Clothing racks were not going to help them all that much as their reptilian friends barreled forward, brandishing makeshift metal clubs and swords. Swinging through whatever material was in the way to poke and prod. While one got caught up in a bundle of rags, much to its consternation about thirdhand rodian lingerie choices. The other lunged at Owen coming right through whatever was in the way, snarling as it did so.

Allyson might feel the hairs on her neck stand waaaaaay up! That defel that had been behind Allyson, she’d just see the small shifts from some clothes as it followed her invisible as they were, slightest bend of light. Any force sense might give it away as invisible hairy arms looked to pick her up and carry her away! With the barely anything but a hello, or how do you please. Where was it taking her, well at present it was trying to take her towards a clothing cupboard to put her away for safe keeping! In coruscant the shops, shop you!

Meanwhile outside…

Our shopkeeper was telling tall tales to one of the barrel warming older homeless outside, very loudly in fact. Never mind our pilots, some of this years best(worst) in thirdhand unwashed clothing choices were going to be damaged! The humanity! More on that later, much more in fact.

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Took the road less traveled. One of the gang spotted him and closed what looked to be a large gate in the other direction, waving. All good signs then! Into the belly of the beast, the drip drip drip of water touching metal hadn’t stopped, nor had the building moisture. Dang large puddles ahead, flowery smells…. Overpowering now. Behind him another gate was shut, with a thud, as two more young gangers stopped to watch through the bars. Two of them seemed to be taking bets on something, any questions to them would be met by wry smiles.

What lay ahead of our metal cavern of cast-me-downs or unused junk metal. For one a great big ladder up, which eventually led to some stairs, but before that, a great mound of flowers, surrounded by a ring of murky water. Flowers of every description you might imagine. Atop it various people that those above wanted disposed of, stack of unused weapons and gear. Some sick joke, or was there a reason there was a mound there?

In front of it the puddle deepened but he might get around the thing. If not for a cluster of hawk bats that had decided to call this place home, sleeping thankfully, not disturbed yet it seemed. What was off putting, stirring slightly, was the body of water surrounding the mound, the water didn’t look very welcoming! At all

While he decided what he was doing, a curious shadowmoth fluttered up in his face and tried to land on his nose. Someone had tried to build a garden of sorts down here. Zoo among the scraps. They'd actually taken care to cultivate it. Bats though, they were sensitive, and protective of their young. How was he going to handle this one!