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

[Darth Ayra]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

| [member="Taeli Raaf"] |

Darth Ayra's chest felt like it was on fire. Deep gulps of air were inhaled as if the Sith Lord were gulping water to quake her thirst. The involuntary reaction to the symbiosis that drove her towards destruction, whilst the faint remnants of her careful and meticulous nature fought for calm and control. The same calm and control that had allowed her to deceive Taeli Raaf and a host of others for well over a decade, since she had first made her mark in business and economics.

Heaving, the Sith Lord felt her resistance dissipate in favour of surrender and suddenly she was charging forward, the ominous hum of her Lightsaber tearing through the air as Darth Ayra ran at Taeli. Charging at full pelt, the Sith opened with a series of strikes that made it easy- no, obvious- for the Jedi to counter attack and land her own blows against Ayra's exposed midriff, torso and stomach. It was if the Sith had sacrificed any symbolism of countering or parrying Taeli's own Lightsaber in favour of a more direct, destructive assault that removed all elements of defence and instead focused on attacking.

Lightsaber combat was often held in three areas. In her assault, Darth Ayra attempted to immediately destroy the outer and mid-rim defensive rings so as to directly engage her in the final one, choosing to attack as a close as she could possibly get. Her technique was a mixture of Djem So and Juyo, where the strikes were simplistic and devastating in the forward momentum of her attack, and yet, Darth Ayra's Lightsaber came from a host of directions, as if she was mixing the simplistic strength of Djem So with the unpredictability of Juyo; and this was exactly why the Sith was so open to being counter-attacked and being hit herself by her opponents Lightsaber. It was a long forgotten combat technique, performed by only one man.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Location: Arriving at Westport
Objective: Eliminate Alliance forces
Allies: [member="Gortugg"] | [member="Blazing Eye"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Astarii Saren"]

Throughout the spaceport, valiant soldiers of the One Sith fought to hold their ground against the encroaching threat of the Alliance. Their fight was in vain against the amassed forces, but the assistance of the occasional militia helped to supplement their losses. Civilians ran throughout the warzone, attempting to locate family, or to care for their wounded in an attempt at surviving the destruction that had been forced upon them by the presence of the Alliance. Meanwhile, across the way flew several shuttles filled to the brim with the Hammer sped to assist the endangered Sith soldiers. The Arue'tii glanced at a nearby datapad, reading through the scrolling lines of information as it was brought to them by the analysts observing the conflict. It seemed that a surprisingly large force of Alliance units had infiltrated the port, and that they were beating back at the faint resistance.

Abelain glanced outside of the shuttle for the briefest moment, observing the exterior of the spaceport with renewed vigor in hopes of sighting any enemy formations, or weaknesses that could be capitalized upon. His vision settled upon a nearby airspeeder which was promptly shot to the ground by a heavy weapon of some manner. It filled the air to the brim with smoke before crashing harshly down into the lower levels of Coruscant; hurtling down a thousand feet before finally finding rest in an old merchandising store. The shot had come from somewhere on the roof of the port, but it was nearly impossible to discern exactly where it had originated. "Blazing Eye. There is a dangerous sniper upon the roof with the capability of eliminating our shuttles. Please, exterminate him as soon as we land." He chose to send the Esh-Kah as opposed to the Gamorrean mercenary simply because it seemed unlikely that the squat and stout individual would be capable of dodging many blaster bolts, and he was just as unlikely to want to climb.

The shuttles swarmed around the center, dropping lines towards the structure and allowing the soldiers to slide downwards towards a safe-ish landing. They had moved somewhere opposite of the main mass of enemy combatants in hopes of allowing for time to formulate a proper plan. "Defense forces situated at Westport. I am Abelain Narv'uk. What is your status?" He spoke into the comm, hoping that they could retrieve valuable information from the stormtroopers stationed inside. "Around three squadrons remaining, sir. We're holding our own, but they have a heavily armored unit attempting to breach our lines. We believe their are more located outside. Requesting immediate reinforcement." The words spilled out with the faint hint of fright creeping from each one, and the Arue'tii felt genuine pity for the entrapped soldier on the other end. "Lt. Stall. Round up as many civilians nearby as possible."

The spaceport was vast enough that they could enter without actually seeing the foe at the other end, but the crackling sounds of blasterfire were enough evidence of their presence. Families hid beneath, and within their parked starships, waiting patiently in fear for the conflict to end. It was easy for the supersoldiers to round up nearly thirty men and women from those hidden away, and many held children close to themselves in panic. "Citizens of the Coruscant. I am Abelain Narv'uk. Do not fear, I am not here to harm any of you, but I do require something of you." Many faces glanced at one another in an expression of knowing, as if though they could sense the words that he would speak before they ever erupted from his mouth. "The enemy have begun an assault upon the spaceport, and if it falls into their hands, it will lead only to greater suffering for you, and your neighbors. Put simply, it is necessary that you charge towards their lines and disrupt them for the sake of our soldiers, and for your fellow civilians." The weapons of the soldiers nearby was the only hint given of what refusal meant, but these people had lived under the One Sith for long enough to understand the cruelties of necessity. "They will not fire upon you, and you will not fire back. You shall be safe, and your children cared for. We do however need a single volunteer to sacrifice themselves for the greater good." The words leaving him brought about a pang of anger within his soul. He was committing the same hypocrisy that he constantly attributed to the Light sided forces of the galaxy, but it was necessary.

An aged man stepped forward from the crowd, raising his hand slowly with a determined look crossing his features. A single glance towards his family presented his reasoning, and Abelain gave a nod of respect towards the brave fellow. There were no words spoken, and a moment later a pair of Hammer soldiers began to attach explosive devices to the fellow who stood solemn and steadfast in his determination. The devices were planted and prepared, and the order given for the civilians to charge. "Westport Defense, you have inbound. Do not fire." The light grunt on the other end of the comm was the only acknowledgement given as the varying men and women took off down the corridor, reminded of the danger at their backs and the protection of their children promised by their actions. The Arue'tii kept his promise, ordering for a nearby set of soldiers to escort the young children to a safer area of the port where they would not be harmed by the action.

The crowd of civilians rushed towards the Alliance forces in a frenzy of apparent fearfulness. They clasped no weapons, nor did they act in a manner indicating hostility. It was the trap of the savior. They could fire upon the innocent, and thus cast away their loyalties to the cause, or they could allow them to pass, and thus compromise their own safety. The Arue'tii took scent of the air as he and his legion began their march towards the position of the opponents. "Gamorrean. Do you hunger for combat? May your weapons taste blood." He turned a corner, acknowledging the remaining remnant of imperial soldiers fighting to their last man, and the backs of the running civilians as they charged. He could even make out the vision of the heavily armored being assailing their ranks. He could nearly scent her blood on the fringes of his senses.

The lion needed lambs, and he was happy to provide.

Spoiler: P.S

Sincere apologies for my leave of absence. If I missed anything, please let me know. It's a lot to read, ya know?

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

Gear: In signature

Allies: [member="Isha"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Ayra"]

Well, it looked like her opponent didn't need or want time to study or analyze Taeli. She charged straight in, looking to overwhelm Taeli with a staggering string of attacks in the Juyo and Djem So family of attacks. Both styles were known for their simplistic and straightforward use of pure power to try and overwhelm an opponent's defense. They weren't so good on the defense, and this woman before her clearly didn't care about counter-attacks at all. Taeli dipped and sidestepped strikes, using her lightsaber to not directly block the attacks. She didn't believe in using more strength than she needed to, but relied more on redirection and deflection. For every assault on her defenses, Taeli cringed at the power behind the woman's strikes, but she deflected the attacks to fall to her side or miss, using her footwork to the utmost to avoid being cleaved in two.

Yet... she didn't counter-attack yet. She could see the openings her opponent left in her defensive zones, but she wanted to be cautious about striking there... She gave a gasp of pain as a blow glanced off her left shoulder, the phrik armor holding but that had certainly hurt and brought home to her... time for a change. Her opponent wasn't about to give her any breathing room, that wasn't what the style she was using would allow, but Taeli had a few tricks up her sleeve. Literally in this case. From the sleeve of her robe, a second lightsaber hilt fell into her hand, purple light igniting from the shoto. Switching styles into Jar'kai, she deflected another attack from her opponent and decided now was the time to launch a first counter. She drove her shoto blade towards the woman's midriff.

While Taeli dueled the Sith Lady, her forces were pressing on, removing the mines the Sith forces had laid on the water pipes in the local hydrosupply nodes. The Sith security forces in the Works were doing whatever they could think of to stem the Alliance and Directorate advance... including letting loose several Cthons from below into the lines. Confusion reigned for a moment as the Alliance and Directorate reacted to the appearance of the Cthons, but they were put down quickly. It had bought the Sith security forces enough time to reform their lines, but not at a cost. Two more hydrosupply nodes were in Alliance hands, along with another power-sub-station, and the advance was continuing to the main power grid and hydrosupply center. The forces heading for the power grid would, hopefully, supply a sufficient distraction for Isha and her Jedi Shadows to slip in and claim the grid from within.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia allowed herself to be pulled into the fire. She wouldn't burn, she made a point of not burning as tutaminis flared through her body. Her skin was glowing as it absorbed the pyrokinetic energy, creating a neverending loop, a source of energy to fuel the fire she continued to create, pushing it further into the reaches of the palace. there was a flicker of warning, a flash in the force cutting through her focus. She watched the belt cast aside and closed her eyes.

A shock wave slammed into her, casting her out the palace once more. She landed heavily and rolled several feet before coming to a stop. She lay still, breathing heavily, acutely aware of the scraping sensation brought by pieces of shrapnel embedded in her torso. No pain, just discomfort and the sinking feeling that she may just die, lest she end this now.

She rolled onto her front and forced herself upright on her knees. Silhouetted by the flames, she could see the sith leaning against the palace wall, beyond him pillars that supported the roof were showing signs of weakening. She extended her hand, reaching beyond the sith and closing the force about the pillars, she pulled them towards her in the force. If he wouldn't burn, he would be buried all the same.

An audible groan echoed around them, following by several resonating booms as the pillars cracked and gave way. Mia relinquished her grip in the force and sat back on her feet as the south of the palace collapsed, filling the air around her with a thick dust.

[member="Darth Megnentis"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

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

Jacen simply offered a curt nod at first. His gaze slipped from the battle droid to the path ahead. Time was running out, there was a point in time where all paths lead and many different ones diverge ahead. A critical point.

"There is a squad of Sith soldiers fortifying a position ahead. We can try all we want to avoid loss of life," he waved in the direction of the downed acolytes with his blaster, "But this is a war zone. Do you have authority to disperse them?"

 

[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:

Spoiler

PC: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
NPC: Army of Malastare: 435/800, 1st and 7th Legion: 9,220/12,000

Enemies:

Spoiler

PC: [member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
NPC: 500 infantry, 3 AT-AWs, 6 Blastail MC-1s (reinforcements from [member="Darth Megnentis"])

Ugohr feels that, while he keeps his distance from the Sith acolyte that pointed his lightsaber at him, his opponent plays as if he himself was playing a dangerous gamble with dual-wielding lightsabers, one of which was a crossguard lightsaber with which he feels that the quillons can add an extra layer of danger for both sides. Defensive action with a crossguard lightsaber required him to quickly rotate the hilt so that he doesn't get hurt, and going on the offensive also required that. But for him the left hand, or off-hand. was used for defense while the right hand was better used for offense, especially with the quillons. While Ugohr used his right hand to stay below the blade, Ugohr has one weapon tying up the enemy blade, and the second he can manage to push back his opponent's blade, until the point where Ugohr can swing his second lightsaber from the right, aiming at the rib his opponent broke when Ugohr bombarded the upper floors way back in the minefield with tank fire.

"Yousa think mesa play a dangerous style, yousa shall not underestimate mesa! Yousa think mesa Jedi brute dat master tank combat over lightsaber combat"

Although he couldn't stand toe-to-toe with full-fledged Sith Lords, he might have a chance against [member="Abyss"] or other Sith acolytes. What is for sure is that Ugohr has an unorthodox style of dual-wielding. Once again, Ugohr sensed that his opponent may have an extra distraction from behind, also hoping that said distraction coming from behind would help him turn the tide. And bring the camera back from [member="Lisette Kuhn"] or [member="Clovis Torcularis"] Meanwhile, the slowly advancing column of One Sith troops, the reinforcements that broke away from [member="Darth Megnentis"]' bunker, under the cover of smoke, doesn't realize that Alliance troops have taken up positions on the upper levels, presumably due to their own smoke. As if AT-AWs could kick up sufficient amounts of smoke on their own to conceal their positions until they arrive within meters of their targets, without the need for specialized equipment! Upon the arrival of the reinforcements, Ugohr tries hitting for the opponent's leg that took a slug hit from a Jawa sniper, again using his right-hand lightsaber.

"Reinforcements! Attack!" the surviving stormtrooper commander ordered while the smoke clears.

"We are all that the 770th corps could afford to send: our orders were clear. We are to cover the retreat of the remaining forces in the area" the One Sith battalion commander, another acolyte, broadcasted over PA behind him, from his AT-AW.

"Fire at will!"

Combat resumes between the grenadier units, who concentrate all their fire on one AT-AW at a time, with two of the surviving tanks being turret-down by virtue of being hidden behind the AT-AT's wreckage, instead firing between the AT-AWs to pick off the tanks behind the space left between the AT-AWs, and several booms can be heard right behind Abyss. But the AT-AWs are instead aiming for the higher levels, just as Ugohr previously did, rather than aiming for the tanks or Ugohr on ground level.

 

[Eralam]

Location: Rooftop, 2 klicks away from Valley
Objective: Evacuate Civilians

"How's it looking, Koko?"

Koko, whose face had long ago gone blank from the effort of keeping up with the data stream being piped directly into her head, looked up, startled.

"Everything's going well for the most part. Sector Alpha 3 looks like they're having trouble with the gangsters in the undercity. They're trying to attack refugees."

Eralam swore violently. For most people, that would be hyperbole. For the Shard, it was literal violence. Bits of rooftop exploded as though they'd been struck by gunfire.

"Who do we have near there?" he demanded.

"Looks like...Pearl and Goran."

Though the Iron Knight didn't have a face capable of emoting, he visibly relaxed.

"Excellent. Route them towards the source of the trouble. I kinda want to see what happens when you throw those two at a problem together."

"Aye aye, Boss's boss"

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"C'mon, sweetie pie. We can't just let you pass for free."

The leader of the gang, a tall, broadly built human with bad teeth and a missing eye, leered at Josie, a 23 year old Twi'lek waitress. There were about 20 others with him. She had seen that look before, and knew exactly what sort of payment he wanted. She had a small holdout blaster in her purse, but she didn't dare draw it. It was only good for five shots, and as badly as she was shaking, she'd probably miss. The cleaning droid that had led her out of her burning apartment had told the group she was with that if anyone got separated, or if they were in trouble, all they had to do was hold still and help would get there as soon as possible.

Every fiber of her being wanted to run, but her legs just wouldn't move. Josie knew she was in trouble, and hoped that the droid was telling the truth.

The leader grabbed her roughly by the lekku. Josie screamed, in pain and terror and rage. She was on course to finish her master's degree soon. No more waiting tables and flirting for tips. No more being afraid to go to the store at night without a gun. She was months away from her dream job. She couldn't die here, in this filthy walkway.

Suddenly, there was a shrill beeping sound from the other end of the corridor. It was coming from behind the gang. Everyone turned to look, even the leader. A pair of astromech droids was trundling towards the group. Both looked like R2 units, probably modern replicas. One was purest white, the other pitch black.

"Well well well, what have we here?"

Wait, was that black astromech speaking? Everyone knew R2 units couldn't speak, but the heavily synthesized voice seemed to be coming from the black one. The lights on the dome were flashing in time with the worlds, at any rate. The voice was flat and cold, somehow more terrifying than any of the horrors Josie had witnessed in the last few hours.

"Looks like a bunch of dead bodies to me, Goran." This from the white droid. Its voice was cheerful and feminine.

"Don't tease me so, Pearl, they're still moving."

"We'll fix that."

The gang leader released Josie's lekku and threw her roughly to the ground.

"The hell is this?" he growled ominously.

"Oh, nothing important," replied Pearl, the white one. "Just taking out the trash."

"Oh yeah? And just who the hell are you?"

The black astromech tipped forward in a passable imitation of a bow.

"The hell I am Goran, and my associate here is Pearl. We're here to kill you."

The gang leader burst out laughing. His associates joined in, howling and cackling like they'd just heard the funniest joke of their lives. Josie didn't quite share their amusement, but she thought she knew what they were on about. Astromechs like these two weren't dangerous, everyone knew that. Sure they might cop an attitude, and their arc welders could deliver a nasty shock, but they were basically harmless.

And then came the distinctive snap-hiss of a pair of lightsabers activating. That was a sound everyone recognized. No one in the walkway had heard it in person, but it was all over the Holonet; holodramas featuring Jedi and Sith were all the rage these days.

Both droids had extended mechanical arms, and both were wielding lightsabers. Goran's was a deep red, so dark it was almost black. Pearl's, by contrast, was shining silver.

This is impossible, Josie thought to herself. Why do droids have lightsabers?

The gang leader apparently agreed.

"What the kriff are you trying to pull here?"

Rather than waiting for an answer, he drew his blaster and opened fire on the droids, narrowly missing his own compatriots. For what felt like an eternity, the corridor was a stroboscopic hell as he poured bolt after bolt into the droids. Or at least, that's what he tried to do. The pair deflected any bolts that came near them with contemptuous ease.

"Any of you other sons of banthas gonna draw?" Goran asked, its mechanical voice alight with malicious glee.

The firestorm intensified as the other gangsters joined in, filling the corridor with coherent plasma. Josie curled up into a small a ball as possible and prayed to her gods that none of them would strike her. Eventually, the fire started to peter out as power cells were depleted. The gangsters stared, stunned. The two droids hadn't moved an inch, but the floor, walls, and ceiling around them were scorched and smoking. They were unharmed.

"Gods, this is boring." Goran shrugged its mechanical shoulder. "Well, the Old Man can't say we didn't give you a chance."

As one, the pair darted towards the gangsters with impossible speed, their blades whirling. Josie buried her face in her hands, but she couldn't block out the terrible sound of energy cutting through flesh, or the choking screams of the dying thugs. Soon, a dreadful silence replaced the cacophony. She looked from her hiding spot and immediately threw up all over the corridor. The gangsters weren't even recognizeable as sentient beings any more. There were only chunks of scorched meat and scraps of cloth where they had stood moments before. She couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for them, but that didn't mean she was okay with what she had just witnessed.

The white droid trundled over to her, its lightsaber and arm already hidden in its chassis.

"Better get a move on, miss. The safe house isn't far. We'll have a guide meet you at the end of the walkway."

Josie didn't respond. She just took off sprinting away from the carnage as fast as her legs would carry. It wasn't until she got to the well lit safehouse that she realized she was covered in blood.

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"Kark me," Koko exclaimed. She had witnessed the incident from hijacked security camera footage. "Remind me never to pair those two up again."

Eralam chuckled.

"Eh, let 'em be. Pearl and Goran don't exactly like each other, but they make a pretty good team."

The Shard woman shuddered.

"That's not comforting."

 

[Loray Tares]

Moments following this...​

Location: Coruscant Underworld → Centax Memorial Wall
Tags: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Darth Megnentis"]
Objective: Cause trouble
Gear: In biography
NPCs: Sergeant Demitri Ortan, Comms officer Aaron Baskovick (Both members of the 769th Breakout Company)

::Sergeant, fire teams are in route. Guns for hallway A-2 and B-1 are out of commission. Reporting detonation of explosives in A-2 and B-1, no current visuals on the intruder.::

::Thank you, Officer Baskovick. I don't believe I'll be needing those visuals.::

He stood quietly, the rocking and shattering explosions of artillery filling the duracrete halls with vibrations and deafening noise. He squinted, wincing at the shock, as he stood before the turadium door. The labeling across the panels read C-3 and if he thought hard enough, he might have felt the heat from the other side. Gripping the sheath of his weapon hard, in tandem with clutched teeth, he stepped back as he heard the grenade launchers on the other side. Foomp. Foomp. Foomp Foomp. Every sound of a cannister released was followed with silence. There should have been explosions, he thought, but there was simply nothing.

Shaking his head, he turned with a scratch of the nose. The next door led into several hallways. No more blast doors, it was all open to the central command and the remaining defenses. It had to be protected. And with the sound of foot steps, he was greeted with the diminished remains of the 769th Breakout Company fireteam. Those who hadn't been sent to the front line.

"Is this everyone, then?"
"All that's left, sir."
He smirked. "Good. I prefer a personal touch."

The detonite explosion shook the whole tunnel, not a single member of the fireteam recoiled. They knew what was happening and while the Alliance was a threat, this intruder was far more immediate. The sensation of fear was becoming all too sincere. The alarms flashed, kicking off the yellow lights for the emergency red amber.

::Hallway C-3 detonite has been ignited. All grenade launchers and turrets are down.::
::Thank you for the update, Officer Baskovick::

Just then, sparks shot out from the turadium door. Beginning as something small, it moved upward in a low arc.

::Intruder has breached the final turadium door. Good luck, Sergeant::

Demitri sighed, looking up towards the angled lens of the camera. He knew Aaron was sitting back in his seat, mounting whatever defense he could but he must have known that if Demitri fell, he would be next. It was a concern the Sergeant kicked from his mind as he withdrew the force saber from it's sheath.

Two of the nine responders stepped before the Sergeant, kneeling. On there shoulders stood portable missile launchers. Behind them, the other seven mounted plasma cannons and dispersed across the berth of the tunnel. The fireteam was small, in this regard, but they more than made up for the numbers with sheer power.

Demitri looked over, blue face painted with the heat of the moment. Strobes of red still revealed his valor and the valor of those that remained. "Fire on my mark."

And as if on cue, the panel kicked open and the monster in armor stepped through. Dragging the body through the hole, he lurched forward and launched the corpse down the hallway. Sailing with supernatural ease, the body clamored into the first fireteam member, knocking the missile launcher from his shoulder.

"Jeff ran. Tom didn't. Which will it be...for you?" The knight lifted his arms, inviting a response. He would get nothing from the Sergeant. Instead, he swung his sword down. "Fire!"

And just then, the intruder pushed forward in a blinding charge. Demitri couldn't place it, but even as the turadium door was breached, he felt a sense of unease. As if he had eaten something rotten and it was aching to escape his throat. Swallowing hard, his blue face was illuminated by the propulsion of missiles and plasma archs. But for everything he could see, the intruder was gone from his vision.

 

[Jake Daniels]

Allies: None
Unknown: [member="Break"]
Frienemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

"Your son?"

Gravis heard the question and for the faintest of moments, as he stepped over bodies and around rubble, he was slightly shaken. Memories of a family long since gone, the pain a father felt away from their heirs. He knew it all too well. That pain, that yearning. It would be used to his advantage today. Too say curiosity had drawn him from his perch would have been an understatement. It was time to meet these new era Jedi for himself.

"There is a squad of Sith soldiers fortifying a position ahead. We can try all we want to avoid loss of life, but this is a war zone. Do you have authority to disperse them?"


“No, he does not.” Gravis spoke as he made his sudden appearance on the scene. The Knight lifted his thermos, took down the last bit of his tea, quietly placed the cap back on, and ever so gently placed it back into the messenger bag that now hung across his body. The Knight made little motion to even acknowledge the Jedi physically. Instead he shuffled around his belongings, ensuring the thermos was not beside the aged book nor the framed family photo.

The Knight turned his attention towards Break first, “I thank you for stopping these barbarians for the moment. There is one thing you must learn when it comes to Coruscant. It will never be at peace. It will never be free of conflict. No matter what these Jedi or I tell you. There will always be war. Think of how many families have lost people today because of these people. Think of how many more will die in the days and weeks ahead as we try and rebuild what has been taken. Food shortages, polluted water, disease from the dead. None of this would have happened had they not attacked this place. Unfortunately, regardless as to whatever speech about freedom you may be given, by Sith or by Jedi, Coruscant will time and again burn beneath the ashes of war.”

That was fact.

“Now,” The Knight finally turned his attention towards the two Jedi, “to finish answering your question, I have the authority to send those soldiers away. They also fight for a place that they now call home from invaders that have,” the distant thunderous sound of an explosion was heard, “destroyed this place on this day.”

Gravis was by no means a glory seeker. Quite to the contrary. He’d lived a life many Sith could only dream of. He’d experienced accomplishments and received accolades only the highest of Sith had ever earned. He had served loyally, loved faithfully, and fathered unconditionally. So when Gravis stood up, when the Knight drew a line in the sand, there was always a damn good reason for it.

“I was content drinking my tea. I was content watching the mayhem unfold. I couldn’t, in good conscience, think the Jedi would,” another distant explosive interrupted the Knights momentary speech, “murder but I’ve been proven wrong. You see, I’m a bit new to this whole era here. I once knew Jedi that were war mongers. Jedi that invaded, crushed, dominated, and tore apart civilizations in the name of peace. I honestly thought you all would have learned from your past misdeeds.” The Knight turned back and glanced in the direction of Lord Erebos’ earlier bloodbath, "I was mistaken. It appears you are as stupid as you were four centuries ago.”

The Knight calmly stood, his expression emotionless, his tone even. “Now you can give the whole talk about how you must fight to free enslaved worlds. That you must banish the darkness so the light of freedom can run true. What has this quest of yours brought us today? You,” Jake locked eyes with Jacen, “and your men,” his glanced at Gabriel, “have brought a pain and suffering to Coruscant that will take years to repair. So many have died because of you but wait! You may counter that you’re only here to stop our enslavement of this planet!” The Knight chuckled a bit at the thought.

“What was your plan? To show up, destroy buildings, murder the population, then place a banner up once the Sith were gone proclaiming ‘Mission Accomplished’? All that will do is lead to years of insurrection, years of rebellion, years of more war. You just couldn't leave well enough alone.” Gravis shook his head, “Look at what this planet was just hours ago. An economy that was stable. Infrastructure that helped to shelter any whom wanted it. Enough food for the population. Yes Sith are harsh. Yes we can be tough but we are fair. This planet had peace before you and your overly evolved red arsed baboons arrived. The Sith didn’t enslave this planet. I do not see anymore people bound by chains than when, in my time, the Jedi allowed the same thing here. By your actions today I can see the Jedi of this era are no different.”

Jake glanced at Break, “Let us test their commitment to peace.”

Jake turned back to Jacen, “Seconds ago you mentioned you were a father. I heard that much. Its also the only thing we may have in common. Are you here to collect your son?” This was where the morality that resided in Gravis did in fact shine through, “I will allow you to go. You will not be harassed or harmed by any Sith Soldier so long as my friend,” Jake referred to Break, “accompanies you and so long as you do not assault Sith or Soldier on your way. You get your son and you leave. Your friend,” Gravis glanced at Gabriel once more, “cannot go with you. He has only two choices. He hands you his weapons and stays here with me until your return or he heads back from which he came. Should he choose the latter I will follow to ensure he makes leave off the planet.” Gravis slowly turned his attention to Jacen,

“Tell me Jedi; a Sith stands before you, no weapon drawn, and willing to grant you a sliver of humanity. Will you accept it? Will you prove me wrong in my assumption that you are nothing more than a murderous warmonger? You, your friend, those soldiers, my friend here, and I can all return to our homes tonight and tell the story about how enemies found an understanding with each other. We can tell the story about how, as hell burned around us, we found peace." He let a pause set in for just a moment, "Or will you prove me right and show the galaxy that you do not believe in peace, even when being given to you, but instead thirst for war. The choice is yours, Jedi."

"What story are we going to tell today?"​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss knew that he made a mistake the moment his lightsaber was blocked by [member="Ugohr Poof"] off hand lightsaber. With a step back the sith tires to avoid the swing from the jedis mainhand weapon, but his reaction was a split second to slow. The smell of burned flesh was disgusting and stimulating at the same time, the pain from the small cut on his chest slowly becoming a burning fire of rage and anger. His opponent had hurt him, something the acolyte would not allow to happen again. Fighting him in open combat would be a mistake, a waste of his talents. He focused his passion burning inside him, fueling his connection to the dark side until he could feel its twisted power pumping in every vein of his body. With no other emotion left than hate he shouts at the jedi, his face deformed to a grimace of pure madness:

"Last mistake Jedi. First I will kill you, than I will kill every last one of your man ... and when coruscant is freed from the Alliance I will travel to Naboo. I will slaughter your family, and you will be dead and buried in the ground, unable to save them. Time to die jedi, time to become one with the force."

Without even looking for them Aybss could feel the reinforcements coming to turn the tides. They would crush the jedis army, until nothing would be left besides ash and blood. The tought gave the young acolytes passion another push, his body feelt like it was about to burst from the raw power within. He had no eyes for the battle around him, his whole mind was focused on the jedi in front him, and how to take him down. Again Aybss takes a step back to evade a swing of his enemy weapon, this time succeeding. His body almost screamed to him to unleash the power that builded up inside him in a telekinetic blast or a wild series of swings to kill the jedi and himself in a orgy of red light and burned flesh. Instead the sith had another plan, one that was less direct and simple but far more deadly. He raises his blade in the air for a vertical swing down at the jedi. The second before the blade could fall, the sith once again draws the power of the dark side to cloak himself for just a moment, takes a small step to the left and changes his attack into a almost horizontal swing from his right side, aimed at the stomach of the jedi. He hoped that his trick would surprise the jedi enough to stop him from defending himself from the attack.

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

 

[Soeht]

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

The Acolyte’s body landed right where [member="Aela Talith"]’s “wall” was created. A few sparks arced between burnt parts of the Acolyte’s body.

Soeht entered the Grand Convocation Chamber. [member="Kyber Salurra"] was already within the massive rotunda. Over a thousand repulsorpods rested in the arena - nearly all unused since the One Sith conquered Coruscant. Almost all the lights were off, thus leaving the rotunda in near total darkness. Soeht quickly approached the ledge of a repulsorpod dock.

For a moment, Kyber and Soeht were alone in the rotunda. Kyber took a shot with his QuitSnipe.

Soeht was already silently staring at Kyber from across the rotunda.

The single mag-pellet whizzed through the air and struck Soeht in the shoulder in what seemed to be an instant. Soeht spun around. The repulsorpod that was docked was shoved forward. The metal cylinder Soeht had held was tossed into the air and landed in said repulsorpod as it slowly drifted toward the center of the rotunda.

Having lost his balance, Soeht fell from the dock - into the darkness and out of sight.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Welcome to the new world.
Location: Sith Palace, former southern half. There goes the neighborhood.
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.

Spoiler

*5th Army filtering out into the civilian population.
Civilian Insurgency: 10,000
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Crippled | Blastshield No More - Invaded!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wb1U5-wRaU​

Hello Galaxy. You will know me as Davekiller. I have a confession to make.​

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[member="Loray Tares"]

Bunker Evacuation orders had been given out, the Chiss general Zerde tried to evacuate himself, calls on all frequencies put out of a certain directive that would soon become apparent. Plan A-E having failed, Plan F by this point put into place. They had said their goodbyes to the memorial wall at the center of the structure, leaving some die hard defenders left in the room with it, and the command center. "All units in the field, all further commands from this facility are to be disregarded as per fallen angel protocols. Directive 12 is in effect." While the bulk of the staff now escorted the general out through the corridors. There were a lot of guns trying to get him out, he was of course the commander for the entire 5th army, not just the Coruscant corps. If there were any worthwhile infantry left for Loray Tares they were coming down the corridor now by the numbers, general wearing what looked like a deflector shield and a string of bodyguards, making for a staircase. A bigger target in this facility there was not!

[member="Aver Brand"]

While the generator room became a cause for serious concern for any fighting capabilities the Sith had in the immediate area, the generator hummed well and true as a target she had worked hard to get toward. Zerde ordering evacuation, because Aver and Loray had bested him. Things were never quite all your own way. One last surprise from a certain High Colonel Thraus, whose stone faced mockery spoke to Aver over the monitor, a man no-one much liked. "Having fun?" Thraus said from above the facility, beginning to evacuate the surrounding civilians himself. His pitted face turned into a wicked smile, something very bad was going to happen soon. Her high colonel with her would know the man, and know what he was capable of, probably spilling the beans herself about the dangers overhead, from collapse. Remaining fighters and bombers coming in hard. Time was running out.

[member="Mia Monroe"]​

Rubble fell, thankfully most everyone else had been moved the hell out of the way. Just one lone Darth standing as it came down. Mia looking toward him through the mess, he stared back, raising his blade to point at her, as he had to begin. No speed to get out of the way, just the stubborn amadis grit to die on his own terms.

Hit by falling debris and impaled somewhere through the arm. Centax gripped the heaviest falling shard in the force, pulling it up like a shield, and pushed his feet down, while he was literally buried alive by what was left to bring down, duracrete smashing against duracrete and strength fading. Dragging the weight and rubble out, he spilled through the broken wall behind him, dropping his slab with a thud and falling forward. That would have done nothing for those fractures from dulvoyinn

Exiting through now large hole in the side of the building, staggering, bleeding out. "Medical Droid." He snarled to the nearest fleeing servant, shooting the man as he seemed not to be paying attention, gun pointed to the next, barely as he couldn't hold his good arm up. Centax staggered further inward to the remaining palace, all he got this time was a nod. Holstering his gun, sliding, not walking, armor caked in his own lifeforce. A different man than had entered the battle today. Sith stripes the markings scaring his body.

A palace droid eventually emerged from behind them all, but before the darth was given any injections for the pain, he got an update from Zerde.

"Directive 12." Was relayed to all Sith​

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@All Ground Forces​

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Directive twelve was the end of the road, the gloves off. Everything that was left in the 5th army, started to break up to do its own unique objectives. Which given their shaky moral by now was close to happening naturally. Clones moved as distraction, several with armor on. Headed to individually important Coruscant targets. Sure many would die, but the individuals removed their armor, the militia cast off their weapons, and scrubbed their tattoos. They went quiet not as soldiers, as individuals unarmed to filter back into the populations wide and far. Many clones died of course covering their retreat or carrying out last strikes against sensitive areas, like the Factory, Financial or Spaceport areas. The regular clones would make poor infiltrators, james justice recon troops aside, but then bulk of those currently in opposition left were 769th individuals, militia, locals, they knew the area back to front.

Directive 12. 12 stages of their suffering.

Stage 1, fire from within.

The Sith Resistance had begun. Rallying any and everyone they could, some filtered out to act as trainers, others recruiters, others as double agents. To make any alliance stay on Coruscant as bloody, costly and horrific as they knew how over their time here. Likely to give assassins inroads, infiltrators and other criminal elements further holds from the undercity. Coruscant was never a pretty place in its underbellies, now those underbellies would be given a Sith Voice to constantly strike just when the alliance thought they had stability once again. Instead if the Sith won the day, they'd be their eyes and ears on the ground instead, the hidden threat to other resistance elements present, and saboteurs for any unfriendly media outlets!

Those watching had expected some great big obvious act, cleverly positioning their media to challenge the GNN. Because they'd countered the obvious with hidden strike teams and media opposition, the Sith command had to alter their plans. Elements of the long conflict, cyclic, like pulling teeth for those present in a sore wound that would not be allowed to heal. Not while Darth Centax lived.​

NPC Actions:
Direct 12, 5th Army Coruscant troops adding heavily to the Sith Resistance planetside.
General Zerde looks to flee.
Shield Generator Exposed, Chance to end the fight of the surrounding Sith once and for all.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

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

[SIZE=12pt]A deep inhalation as Jacen made a show of yawning. “Oh, I do apologise. I think I may have nodded off slightly there. Were you going to carry on bloviating forever or was that the end of it? It’s just that…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Jacen took a step back, his arms sweeping downwards. “…we’re standing on the graveyard of where I was brought up. The very Temple the Sith raised when they took Coruscant. Your people have eradicated the Togorians and burned their homeworld to ash. You wiped out all life on Selvaris, carried out genocide on the Amaran people. I was here five years ago when this planet was invaded by the One Sith. You’ve caused more destruction than the galaxy has known for a thousand years. And you have the presumption to come and lecture me? You burned the moral high ground, there’s nothing left for you to stand on. You wallow down in the bantha kark with the worst of them. I’ll judge you by your actions, not by your words so don’t waste them proclaiming judgement; it isn’t your to give. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“If your offer is honest, I go with the droid, get my son out of this and leave with Gabe. He keeps his weapons and waits here.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The effect of the dark side nexus was still apparent, even if it was being cleansed by Jedi. Just a sliver of annoyance allowed to slip through the cracks. Jacen took a slow breath through his nose, holding the gaze of the Sith. He wasn’t about to accept a lecture that amounted to drivel and neither was he going to leave Gabe here defenceless. The Sith’s word was likely as worthless as the abundance of hot air used to deliver it. [/SIZE]

 

[Armand Temi]

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

Sylvia didn’t have use of the Force, but she did have years of training at the Coruscani Pilot Institute, flying in these very skies on hundreds of practice missions. Coruscant was so familiar to her, she could almost maneuver in and out of the landmark skyscrapers with her eyes closed.

Still, she preferred to rely on Cardinal, and her piloting experience to get her through this dogfight rather than luck or fancy stunts.

“Try to get the deflector shield back up,” ordered Rogue Fifteen to her mech, knowing it was likely a futile effort. By this point, the Interceptor had passed her and turned around. It was coming straight for the X-wing.

“Padlocked,” she said. “Quadfiring.”

With the Sith fighter targeted, Sylvia deployed all four laser cannons at the ship. For some reason he wasn’t firing back, so she hoped she’d either knocked out a gun or two with the earlier attack. Because worse would be if the Sith pilot was attempting to lure her in at a close range. Trying to prevent a head-on collision, Sylvia banked upwards, as soon as her cannons had been unleashed on the target.

 

[Sera Inkari]

Location: The Valley of the Jedi Lords. Face down in a world of hurt, and weeds.
Mission: Time for some lead in the diet.

Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Jake Daniels"]
Direct Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Unconscious as she was, the shot pierced her robed dreamer's armor. Average to slug penetration, but nothing much was stopping Laguz's 2000m rifle's beskar pellet, that thing would be moving with some concentrated force! Even at distance going right through her armor, her ribcage and her lung, which promptly collapsed and caused her to sharply wake, bullet continuing on its merry way through the ground somewhere. Gasping as you would, crimson reminder began to pool inside the body and out, she crawled off beside a building and out of view, clutching her bosom, gasping for air.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

Feeling force discomfort, sensations causing her to want to cry out, as balance of their force was disrupted, so sensitive to shifts in how things should be, being oversensitive had its drawbacks! Sith temples defiled by lightside magics had her physically almost fall back to unconsciousness.

Kintan's priestess was grabbed by a pair of acolytes, why, because she'd just appealed into their minds and put illusion she was someone important to save, or just to fear, survival instinct finding home within her usual relativist outlook on life. Given her immediate need and searing hot pain, she found some motivation to command them! "Tombs, we must hurry." She uttered between difficult breaths, someone unceremoniously jabbing her with bacta. One thing about beskar pellets is they were likely always a clean exit! "They seek to taint our heritage." Heresy should could not stand by and let go unpunished, gathering who she could, helped along as she was to save what they must. Her second taste of stronger emotion, first had come when she was buried alive in their first temple attack, now again as they defiled their temples.

Others ran toward the lower tombs, and began detaching relics, trinkets, whatever they could find to save them from the lightside's taint. Smearing more bacta atop herself, though internally she was a mess, and would be for some time.

Saber Staff | Initiate Dreamer Robes
Belt: Pouch of Glitterstim | Pouch of Bacta | 3 Tears of the Rist Darts | Stealth Field Generator (Busted)

 

[Blazing Eye]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"][member="Sal Katarn"]

Blazing Eye nodded to his commander and grabbed a long length of rope and a grappling hook. He stepped to the door of the shuttle, gauged the distance from himself to the nearest building, then quite unceremoniously leaped out the door. He fell a good distance, then hurled the hook at the roof of the nearest tall building. The hook flew true and snapped into place. Using the hook to turn his vertical momentum to horizontal, he swung on the rope before smashing directly through a window some distance below. He rolled, shoving away the pain. He came up and detached the hook, taking off at a dead run towards the spaceport. He proceeded to move from building to building, using his hook to swing when he could not jump. Finally he reached the roof of the spaceport.

He brushed some dust and broken glass off of his battle armor and drew his blade. He moved across the roof until he finally reached the sniper.

"Only a coward strikes with such a weapon," he said with obvious venom in his voice, "Face me like a warrior you coward."

 

[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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The last bolt was deflected. Breathing harshly, Isha, the Yodaling, stood. There was a fine tremble to her limbs. Swallowing hard, she surveyed the area. A few of their spec ops and a Jedi were harmed; one had been lost to the Force. While she may be over two-hundred years old, the sight was still troubling.

' Take charge of the Central power grid, we must." she said, nodding an encouragement to the rest of her small group.

'Check four, securing the following corridor." an officer commed through. There were other smaller units besides hers working towards the objective. There was still much to do. One can only hope that Master Raaf had been successful in hers.

With a curt nod, the tiny Isha quickly ambled alongside the other Jedi Masters and Knights. The main control center was at the heart of this building, and making headway. They were working together, had to in order to survive. Coruscant's fate depended on all of them.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Westport, Coruscant
Objective: Not hurt innocent people
Allies: [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]
Enemies: [member=Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Blazing Eye"] | [member="Gortugg"]
Personal Gear:

Spoiler

Same as Directorate Marine lieutenant but with an Paragon-class energy shield

Gir watched the hapan woman charge towards their enemies with a mixture of admiration and unbelief. Perhaps he had become too used to hiding behind the stalwart shields of warships for too long. Up in space, he had had little problem detaching himself from the very actions that he was directing. It was easy to see the ships lost as just that: ships and not their crew. On the ground, everything seemed far more close and personal. It made Gir feel uneasy, but nonetheless he warily advanced among the rear ranks of the Directorate marines. Most of his riflemen had kept their weapons on the standard setting, firing in bursts to suppress the enemy's stormtrooper ranks, but several had switched to its sniper mode. Single bolts surged out of those barrels in attempts to pick off distant enemies or punch through barricades.

But then the unexpected occurred.

As blaster bolts jumped back and forth between the lines, clusters of civilians began to emerge, with nearly all of them moving towards the Alliance soldiers and their allies. Gir blinked in disbelief. Are they fething crazy? Or that desperate to walk into the middle of a warzone...Sergeant Hollis's intense voice began to flow out of his helmet's speakers.

"Cease fire, cease fire!"

Weapons fire from the Directorate element petered out to nothing. Gir zoomed in on the approaching civilians, looking for signs of a trap. While he had half-expected to see some of the SithWatch militia blended in their ranks, he saw none. Most of them seem worried and frightened to Gir, and he couldn't see any signs of hostility either. Yet it worried him. Why enter the middle of a fight when you could stay hunkered down? Are the Sith committing atrocities that made such a gamble so desirable? Or is there something else at play? He quickly considered his options. Two thoughts came to mind. Gir toggled his helmet's microphone and adjusted the volume to address the oncoming civilians.

"Citizens of Coruscant, move to either side of the walls and continue on past us and remove yourselves from this battlefield. Stay clear of all soldiers present, we do not wish to see you get struck in the crossfire. Anyone who does approach our ranks will be stunned for both our safety and their own."

He tongue-toggled his external speaker off and switched to the private channel he shared with Sergeant Hollis.

"Phalanx? Then we can press forward once this crowd disperses?"

"Might as well," grumbled the other Hast native, "I bet this was a ploy for them to buy time."

"Perhaps," mused Gir, "but for what?"

Neither of them knew, but the marines began to ready for their continued assault. The quartet of sparrow drones carried into battle by the squad leaders hovered towards the front of the Directorate troops. Seconds later, two of the drones powered up their shield projectors, enveloping the lead Directorate elements in a protective shield. As their shields cycled down, the next two drones turned on their shields, once again enveloping the troops in a protective cocoon of energy. But alternating which drones had their shields activated, the group would be able to advance protected by some shielding. Gir watched the droids intently. Until they take too much enemy fire...I wonder...

"Squad leaders, have your drones scan the environment. Let me know if they find anything suspicious..."

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Facility
Objective: Defend said facility
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Vexen"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: First post

The lights all of a sudden blacked out, and there was pure utter darkness within the facility. Many of the soldiers freaked out when the power went out, but Lyle and his squad weren't uncomfortable to see that the dark consumed them. This was perfect due to their professional field and being agents for the One Sith Inquisition they were taught to be able to work both in the dark and in the light. "You know the drill, men," said to the members of Illusion Squad and they activated the di-chrome installed in their armor. All of a sudden they absorbed the ambient lighting and became one with their surroundings. While the suit allowed for optical stealth it meant that scanners and sensors could still pick them up, but most of the time people thought there was a malfunction or an error in the programming of the sensor.

Might going to need to spray some Nightshadow to deal with the sensors.

"All right, men, while the regular infantry will try to put some damage into the enemy team some of us will be stationing in all entries of the building, and the rest will be stationing around the room of the generator which I will be leading. That generator blows, and we are all screwed from the skies. Mahone, you'll be leading the other team, and shoot on sight. Now move it!"

There was no time in asking his squad if they had any questions or concerns. Especially when the Alliance came to the heart of the Inner Core and the One Sith. He couldn't allow history to repeat itself when the Jedi destroyed and scattered the Sith and reclaimed Coruscant.

Not on my watch.

 

[Aela Talith]

Senate District
Senate Building - Atrium
[member="Adder"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="IT-88"]

She scowled.

The foolish part of her wanted to jump in after the Sith, wanted to follow him, wanted to battle him in the depths and make him pay for the crimes that he had surely committed, but that was not her duty today. She watched for a moment more, her eyes flickering towards the opposite end of the grand hall. She saw Kyber there, the man who had funnily enough brought the Sith Lord down into the dark depths below. She smiled at him and offered him a thumbs up. Perhaps not the most distinguished of compliments, but a compliment nonetheless.

A second later her hand flicked up towards her ear. "Mira, the Sith went into the depths of the Senate Building, take a detachment of one hundred soldiers and start to search the basements. Do not approach him if you find him. Alert me."

That was the easiest, and safest way to do it.

"Kyber, meet up with Alpha Platoon and take command of them, see if you can't defuse the rest of the explosives and take that sector." She motioned to Kyber, knowing that Alpha would be near him. "Everyone else, push forward and seize the building."

Aela gave the depths one more scowl, then turned around and headed back towards the Atrium, her lightsaber springing back into life as she dashed forward. The building was now seeing an influx of troopers from the Fifth Legion, both heavy and light assault soldiers moving into the different entrances of the Senate Halls, all of them landing on the platforms that had been secured earlier by Aela, Adder, and Kyber.