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

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: somewhere between here and the Palace.
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: One Sith
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Mia could taste ash, smoke stung her nostrils and filled her lungs, drawing her from the darkness. She coughed, once and groaned, forcing her eyes open. Twisted metal rested upon her, turning her head slightly she found herself face to face with the vacant eyes of the soldier who had sat next to her. He couldn't have been far into his twenties and had spent the whole ride down buzzing with excitement.

Someone else might have blanched at the site, Mia simply blinked and turned her attention back to her own predicament. She shuffled gently, testing herself for damage before placing her palms against the hul that had warped in an attempt to form a coffin. She'd died on Coruscant before, she was determined not to let it happen again. The force coiled in her palms, pressure building up rapidly before exploding outwards, the peice of hull flew off her, landing nearby with a loud bang. Rolling on her front she got onto knees and took stock of the situation before her.

They were at least half a klick from their rendezvous, and in the thick of the fight. Blaster fire rippled past her head, searing skin as it did. Her movements were automatic, her mind still thick with the fog of concussion as her fingers coiled about the boaters in her hips and opened fire on an advancing scout, the first bolt found its mark in his shoulder, the second caught him in the neck as he spun. Closing her eyes she drew in a deep breath and shook her head.

They had been hit from the south, the impact had flung her companion Shadow out the door. She remembered reching to him in the force, shoving him through a window, rather than letting him fall to his death. Reaching out for him she felt the Vornskr hybrid in the force, felt his joy at her contact and knew that he would find her. Getting to her feet, she flung another peice of wreckage out of her way and retrieved her scattergun and a handful of thermal detonators. She was here for two reasons; the first was to lay rest her demons. The second, well that was simple...

Burn them all.

Gaining her bearings, she headed for the Imperial Palace, humming softly as she did.

 

[Aela Talith]

Senate District
Republica 500 - Senate District
[member="Adder"]

She shifted slightly, stepping onto the edge of the modified freighter just as half a dozen members of the 5th Legion joined her. Adder was there too, tagging along for the ride. Her words had meaning, and at first The Young Marshall wanted to comfort her, but almost in an instant Adder turned her mind into something else, a sharpened razor that was turned towards the Sith. She frowned for a moment wondering if perhaps it would have been better to leave Adder behind.

Fanaticism was never a good thing after all.

A moment passed however, and the thought left her. Leaving Adder behind would likely only lead to more danger, if not for herself then the people around her. The truth was that this was Adder's home. She knew these streets, she knew these people, and ultimately it would have been as unfair to keep her away as it would have to keep Aela away from Borleias. The Young Marshall looped her fingers through the cloth holder within the freighters cargo hold.

"Adder." Aela began speaking to the woman as the ship rose from the landing pad. "If things get too..."

She broke off, realizing that she didn't want to insult the woman by using the wrong word. "Don't be afraid to get behind us, me or the Legionaries. I know you can fight..."

Aela trailed off again, not wanting to be harsh.

"But you're not a Soldier." Adder was her friend, Aela didn't want to see her throw her life away. "I don't want you to get hurt."

That statement was rather odd given their current situation, in a freighter, headed for what in just a few moments would become one of the greatest warzones in the galaxy. Something that Aela herself had seen to when she'd set the 5th Legion's rallying point.

 

[Loray Tares]

Cream and the Crop Casino
Coruscant Underworld
0500 hours (ish)

Debauchery. Decadence. Gluttony. Excess. He couldn't fathom what part of him ever enjoyed the nature of this place. The scheming mechanics, the festering dilapidated sense of entitlement, molesting any sensibility as incestuous replication of immorality pushed through the massive echo chamber. No rules, no guidelines. For the right price, anything could be purchased. And for those who had simply heard of his antics, they might think he would find such a place amuseming if not entirely endearing. But blood and gore and the very soul, these things weren't something to be purchased. They were pulled from the dark chasm, hands steeped deep in the wound to marinate. To culminate a true sense of achievement and to truly earn recognition. This place, it stunk of ease.

Life shouldn't be easy, because it never was. And that's just the way Loray liked it.

He listened to the back and forth between Aver and Nergal. Nergal, a flamboyant and ruthless mercenary of the Coruscant Rotary Club. One that Loray admired, for particular reasons, and largely to do with his panache. There was something comforting in the image of a man, covered in tapestries of pink feathers and garbed in skin tight leather, beating a do-gooder to death with an iron pipe. That seemed like something Nergal might do, if the rumors were true. But to be honest, he grew tired of even that man and the scent of his reputed carnage. This place put him in a bad mood, the sort that clung to the bones desperately and twisted his vigor. Corrupted, he feasted on it, as they stood and moved away from the table.

To the sound of lights blaring, war horns trumpeted the return to what he understood most. War. That was what he wanted and in a place such a Coruscant, the casualties would be immense. On both sides. He'd like a cut of that pie. But then Aver was on the communicator and Loray found himself once again in Limbo.

Scratching his helmet as he stood quietly, listening to the bickering of bureaucracy, he looked around the room. He spotted a particular beard, dusted with white powder, all centered around a crazy expression. One painted in nonchalance, the sort that seemed un-phased by the inclement weather. Just as they were approached by this figure, speaking in miasma and mystery about getting off this planet and the benefit of the best deal, Loray reached out and gripped a neck. Unkempt beard hairs separated hand from flesh, but the grip was tight enough, as he pulled the figure to him.

"1million credits. For nothing."
"Chill man..." he clung against the armor fingers. "Chill, chill...I can get you what you need."
"Too late."
"Nah man, it's never too late...what info did you need?"
"Sith Assassins."
"Oh." Revelation brought a sense of gravity to his expression. "Yeah man, that ship sailed right off the coast...Wait, I know you-"

The expression of the realization brought Kranos to near inches of the masked man. With a pause, he flung the bearded wonder into a round table, knocking over the chips and cards and drinks. He quickly stood up, wiping fluid from his purple button up shirt and motioning to the local guards. Loray was already standing before him, moving quicker than he should have been able to, and pressed a hard card into his hand. "I expect return on my investment. Survive this war and we'll meet again. Don't and I'll find you in the nether." Loray looked up towards the guards and back to Kranos. "You'd prefer the former. Now...Run along, little lamb."

Watching Kranos scurry away may have been the highlight of the night. Returning to Aver and the new figure, Loray crossed his arms and exhaled. "Old friend."

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Lucien Shorn"]​

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Taeli Raaf"] |

Rising from her perch, Darth Ayra stood up and turned away from the sight that was the smouldering ruins of the Black Pyramid. Waiting for the Sith was the Initium, which she had programmed to monitor incoming and outgoing transmissions from the planet. Certain key words had been selected for the ship to detect and highlight in the case that they were spoken along the thousands of feeds that it monitored. Words such as 'Ayra', 'Alicia', 'Drey', 'Freedon Nadd', 'Taeli', 'Raaf', 'Bane', 'Mara', 'Merrill', 'Evacuate', 'Reinforcement' and 'Jedi' were those that had been highlighted by Darth Ayra. If they were spoken on an open communication that the Initium could track, then she would learn of it and act accordingly.

Through her contacts in the business sectors and criminal underworld, Darth Ayra knew much about Jedi Master Taeli Raaf and the niece of Rave Merrill. It was with her connection to the Force that the Sith Lord was aware that Master Raaf either had the holocron of Freedon Nadd or, at the very least, was a lead to discovering it's whereabouts. As for Mara Merrill, Ayra knew that the girl was the best source of information that she had available for the discovery and whereabouts of holocrons. If the infestation on her body became increasingly worse, than Ayra was prepared to beg Mara for help. But she hadn't yet exhausted the other avenues that could lead to the discovery of a cure for the Orbalisks, and more importantly, she wasn't ready to put the Grand Plan at risk in favour of her own life.

As she climbed into the ship, the tremors that overtook the Sith Lord's hands became so agonizing that it became increasingly difficult to navigate even the simplest of tasks, such as punching in the key code to open the shuttle bay doors of the Initium. Darth Ayra allowed a full minute of concentration on her body, forcing the tremors to stop their shakes, and after the minute elapsed, her left and right hand were still once more. Aside from the background noise of battle and the soft whir of the Initium's instruments, Darth Ayra could hear the rattling of the Orbalisks that covered her and the snatching of teeth as they continued to burrow their way deeper, and deeper, and deeper into her flesh. It was at these moments that the Sith Lord feared what her body looked like underneath the infestation, and with the battle in full swing, she did well to push it out of her mind and focus on the opportunity that had been delivered.

The thought bomb, a weapon of extraordinary power, was hers to command. As she stood on board her ship, Darth Ayra was aware that in this equally extraordinary moment of time, she had the ability, will and capability to destroy the One Sith, the Jedi and their allies in one fellow swoop. The secrets of the thought bomb belonged only to her. Not even Justiciara Noctare, her Sith Apprentice, was aware of the weapon that the Dark Lord had at her command. In one move, Darth Ayra had the opportunity to wipe the weak and decadent Sith in favour of a New Order that had reached the promise once in the past, whilst seemingly bringing down the Jedi and their disgusting Alliance down with them. But was she willing to sacrifice herself as well? She had debated the issue before coming to Coruscant. If the infestation on her body was now life threatening, then that marked the real possibility that she could die? If that was the case, then Darth Ayra could theoretically die on her own terms, by dragging down the One Sith and the Jedi down with her.

But what of the Rule of Two? Justiciara's training was incomplete. She was an unfinished product, and more importantly, hadn't proven herself worthy of becoming the Sith Master. In her understanding of Darth Bane and his revolutionary philosophy, Darth Ayra understood that only an apprentice that had usurped their Master, through the trial of challenge, was worthy of becoming the Sith Master in the Rule of Two. Without challenge, then it was possible that the apprentice who replaced the master was weaker then their predecessor. In a time there the strong could be killed by weaklings who had banded together, united in a common goal, proved to be unworthy successors to the mantle that the truly powerful held. Evidence of this was happening right now on Coruscant, as the Jedi returned to reclaim the center of the galaxy back for the light side off the back drop of several treacheries within the One Sith. The Voss Dark Lord of the Sith had been betrayed by his apprentice, then usurped by a fallen Jedi. The Dark Council that followed was now in disarray. And the planet where the One Sith had announced themselves to the galaxy was on the verge of being lost. More than anything, Darth Ayra sought to avoid the weakness and stagnation that had crept into the Sith Order.

If only she could convince, deceive or manipulate someone else to sacrifice themselves and detonate the thought bomb that Darth Ayra had at her disposal. She knew the ritual, the incantations and the requirements to unleash it's power on Coruscant. As she meddled over the decision, considering all the factors required to make it, Darth Ayra's attention was averted to the Initium as it brought up a transmission. Approaching the desk, the Sith Lord listened as a soldier down in the Works was asking for reinforcements. Darth Ayra lifted a hand to switch the transmission off, intent to find and force a Sith Lord to hear her plan and subsequently unleash the power at her disposal when, suddenly, her mind was changed.

"Taeli Raaf," whispered Ayra. Hand resting on the back of a seat, more out of support than anything else, Darth Ayra listened to the transmission. The soldiers had identified that Taeli was leading the attacks down in the Works, recognizing her during her time as one of their Lords. Through the expletives they had for the traitor, Darth Ayra identified what she had to do next. If Taeli Raaf was down in the bowels of Coruscant, then she was unaware of the target that had been painted on her back. The Gathering had confirmed that the Jedi was blissfully unaware that Ayra knew that she possessed Freedon Nadd's holocron, or information leading towards it's discovery. A chance to save her own life had come up. If Darth Ayra could defeat Taeli and take her from Coruscant, or learn the secrets to removing the infestation on her body during their duel, then the thought bomb and it's detonation could wait. Reasoning that there would be another opportunity to eliminate this many Jedi in one go, and that it was likely that the One Sith were about to be destroyed (as she wanted them to be), Darth Ayra placed the holocron of Darth Revan aside.

Departing the Initium for the third time within the last hour, Darth Ayra climbed onto the speeder bike and took off into the Coruscant air, immediately ducking and diving flak, turbolaser and missiles that were being fired by Imperials and Alliance soldiers. As her ship cloaked and activated it's PDF device, once more becoming undetectable to anyone but it's Master, Darth Ayra begun her descent into Coruscant's abyss to claim the secrets that Jedi Master Taeli Raaf held.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Spoiler

I pity the people who must read all of the posts in this thread for judging. XD

"They're right inside here, Inquisitor, sir," said the pudgy guide Jack was following. The pudge-meister pushed his glasses back into place upon his almost cartoonish face before reaching for the door handle. A slew of happenings took place suddenly that kicked Jack's adrenal system into overdrive and led the Force to slow every little event down to a crawl: A gust of wind and a bright light from beneath the door. The sound of burning flesh and the surprised face of the man gripping the rapidly heated door handle. These clues and the advantage of strongly wielding the Force gave Jack the reaction time to force a thin section of the hallway to become rapidly devoid of oxygen. The power usage strain was greater than expected, for he was essentially replicating the vacuum of space for the first time outside of practice.

However, it prevented the sudden rush of flames and even the heat to reach him. He couldn't say the same for Porky Pig, though. The flames died down to a dull roar so he dropped the barrier. This was a mistake, for the flames jumped at him as fresh oxygen filled the air once more. It wasn't as bad as the initial explosion, but he could briefly feel the scorching heat against his armor and parts of exposed skin before it resumed a normal burn pattern once more.

He called upon the Force breathing techniques that his master had taught him. He coughed once, ducked to bring in a much better breath and then used the ability to stretch out the oxygen. He rushed inside the room to grab the one item he knew to be of major, if not penultimate, importance for the defense of Coruscant: a simple, black leather briefcase. Upon grabbing that, he rushed back out. A man in riot armor, upgraded to withstand heat, rounded the corner with a flame thrower in hands. A warning impulse echoed through the Force and his body. This man was an enemy, for sure, but how were enemy forces able to get in here so quickly, unless...they had inside help....

A nozzle dripping with accelerant raised to point at him. He could see his smoldering reflection in the helmet's dark visor.​

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Department of Defense. 71st floor. 1731 hours.​

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As surely as the pendulum swings left, it is only a matter of time before it swings right. Today was the right day. In preparation for the invasion, war-time meetings were being held everywhere between acting leaders of the military and anti-invasion related office holders. Jack was to be present at one in particular; between Captain Copernicus and Andrew Hoffman, the Secretary of Defense. Copernicus was to meet with Hoffman and receive the necessary intel during a briefing. Copernicus' mission would be sensitive and needed highly to succeed. The high profile info being relayed needed to be given in person while they could afford to still do so. Current, updated wartime protocols called for the info to be stored in an unassuming, but tech-null-lined briefcase. The secrets of the briefcase pertained to critical info regarding front line shielding units, troop placement and suggested strategies. It was imperative that no such info wound up in enemy hands.

Jack had just arrived at the building during the time in which the meeting was supposed to begin. He had been assigned to accompany the Captain for this mission, but there had been an accidental delay in the sign on procedure. Even the Inquisition could only cut through so much red tape for a high priority, combat-centric mission. Their job was to cut lines to seek out corruption, not get to the action faster. Places like the Department of Defense was a labyrinth of red tape for those who don't originally belong in that work environment. His guide was much more nervous than Jack himself was. When it came to being a few minutes late, Jack had to imagine that the consequences for an office worker had to be much more severe than the consequences for an Inquisitor.

His guide looked nervous and sweated just a little as they both rode the elevator to the higher levels.​

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"Dos vadanja, Inquisitor scum!" came the distorted, deep voice of the fire trooper as he tensed his trigger finger.​

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"Go to hell!" bit back Jack. A flick of the wrist was all it took to spark a high concentration of energy in the nearly full tank of gas that was hooked to the fire trooper's back. The explosion tore a rather important chunk of spine and muscle from the trooper's back and left him to wallow in helpless agony as he was burned alive in heavy, sundered armor. He stepped forward and past the writhing body, the briefcase held firmly in his left hand. He keyed his comm unit to connect with Fang, a loyal friend.

"Fang! What's going on?!? All hell just broke loose up here!"

"Building's under siege, dude! It's a split battle between security and these freaking flame thrower and assault troopers. I have no idea where they all came from!"

"Look, Fang? I have a hot package. I need exfil. These clowns can be taken care of later."

"Meet on the roof, ASAP."

"Got it." He hung up the call and continued to the nearest stair well. He shoved through the door and made it up one flight before his legs buckled slightly and he needed to catch a second wind for a couple moments. He calmed and centered himself back in the middle of his Force pool before hearing the sound of voices and heavy boots. Time to move on.

He burst out the top door to the roof. Both he and the enemy troopers were surprised by each other's sudden arrival, but that didn't last long as the awkward stares turned into a cadre of blaster fire. They must have just gotten there to secure the rooftop and cut off escapes. A few Force pushes were enough to toss the concentrated group off the side of the building, however. No sooner had he dealt away with the enemy presence did Fang's speeder break above the top of the building and angle in to set down for a pickup. The door opened and he slid into the seat. The door wasn't fully shut before Fang was lifting off. In their wake, more enemy troopers poured forth onto the rooftop. Their attempts to shoot them down were seeming ineffective...until a trio set up a turret and took out their right thruster.

The thruster sputtered and died. Their speeder went into a tail spin.​

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Keep the Skies safe[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Asmus Janes"] @Other Rogues [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: One Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Mentions: [member="Kaili Talith"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Song: Undying Love - Two Steps from Hell[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Her mind was focused on the task at hand, she could feel her nerves creeping through their connection, but there was an odd sensation followed with a calm. Allyson twitched her nose from under the visor of her helmet. She had taken the left side of one of the other rogues and fired off a few shots to take down one of the OS fighters. The X-wing she flew felt different today, it didn’t feel how it felt during training missions. There was something off and it wasn’t just the fighter, it was just the day in general. She could feel some sort of thickness in the air. The young pilot assumed it was the dawn of a battle, but now that she sat in the seat of her X-Wing, there was more to it all. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Karking Chaos watch your Six!” She shouted through the comm, the pilot she was following was starting to become reckless, which now that she focused her attention on him, she could see that there were dark clouds of an AA gun. Before she could react, something hit the back end of her fighter and Allyson struggled with the controls to stabilize the machine. A hand removed itself from the controls and found a place over the console in front of her. Using Mechu Deru, she focused her efforts on stabilizing the ship with the Force. It was enough for the moment, “Bait! Damage report!” There was only silence and Allyson looked over her shoulder to see the little droid’s head gone and his internal wiring exposed. Her jaw dropped as she realized that the only one that had been with her through everything was gone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Sight went red as she zeroed in on the patch of the anti-air guns that were firing into the sky. Pulling away from the squad, she spiraled and twisted the ship beyond its limits. Pushing and pushing, she opened fire upon the guns while nose diving towards them. She took out two, leaving two more. Last second she was able to pull up and avoid crashing into them. “Pull out 13, Pull out!” Allyson ripped the comm from her ear and tossed it aside. The matte black X-Wing twisted in the sky once more and took aim once again for the anti-air weaponry. More firepower and missiles shot from the X-Wing 13, one more Anti-Air gun was destroyed, but with her blind anger, she didn’t notice a soldier setting up a rocket from the ground. As she blew up the next AA, the rocket fired and it wasn’t until it tore through the back end of the X-Wing did Allyson realize what was going on. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The cockpit flared up with lights and warning bells, the last Anti-Air gun continued to fire towards her. Sighing softly, Allyson knew she shouldn’t have been reckless, she shouldn’t have let her emotions get the best of her. She spiraled out of control and her hands released from the controls and rested against the console. Once again, she used the force to stabilize the X-Wing the best she could. Though instead of landing it, she decided to take the One Sith poodoos with her. Leaning back, she kept her hands on the console keeping the machine within the force and focused on the last gun. Closing her eyes, she remembered someone at some point in history said, when you’re about to die – the best parts of your life flash before you. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She remembered one person: [member="Kaili Talith"] .[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Sensation of her warmth surrounded the pilot. Allyson felt for Kaili. She was safe and dying didn't seem all that bad anymore. Knowing that the other girl was alright brought a peace to Allyson's mind erasing the panic and fear that had clouded her when she realized there was nothing more she could do. Kaili’s voice echoed in her mind as she thought of their last meeting together. “It will be over before we know it…” Allyson chuckled, it was over before she knew it. A deep breath, she focused on one memory. The first time she had woken up next to Kaili, the brightness of her face and the way she felt against her. A laugh echoed inside of the cockpit as she remembered the pool of drool that stained the pillow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The laughter echoed for just a split second more and then the matte black X-Wing crashed into the last AA gun…[/SIZE]

 

[Aran Finn]

Goal: Destroy the Sith
Location: Undercity | Headed Towards Valley of Lords
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [ [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]]
Enemies: The One Sith | None

"Force."

A well-muscled arm swung up and slammed a magnetic glove into the size of the shaft.

"Fethin'."

A magnetic boot moved up and braced against the shaft wall.

"Dammit."

With a grunt of exertion, a sweaty, fatigued, bearded middle-aged man pushed himself a little further upwards. He looked up. Almost there. He'd done well to get this far; an old soldier whose prime had passed him years ago. He was still fit, able ... very capable, and still had the skills to carve through most of these so-called "Sith Lords" like butter. But he was a little slower than he used to be, a little more tired than he would have been if he was twenty years younger. He was Alen Na'Varro, a Master of the Light ... and he wasn't done yet. He still had a battle or two left in him, he could feel it. He could still swing a saber, and so he could still contribute to the cause.

He looked up again. Young Mara was leading the pack, bold and fearless ... and he'd be kriffed if he let one of his daughter's childhood friends make him look weak. His jaw set itself, a look of grim determination flashed over his wizened features, and the greying man began pushing himself up the chute with renewed energy. He pushed himself over to a beam and hauled himself onto it, looking to use it as a platform to quicken his ascent.

Eventually Na'Varro's gloved hands reached the surface of the maintenance nook and he pulled himself over it, crawling over to a wall and laying his back against it. He realised that he was gasping for breath, chest heaving, and his ears began to ring. It was almost like vertigo, and the Master began feeling a little faint. Deep breaths, old man, deep breaths. Na'Varro laboured to get himself under control. Now was not the time to get a heart attack.

He was prepared to die for this cause, but not like that ...

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

Gear: In signature

She could hear the explosions echoing, even all the way down here in the sub-levels of the Works. Looks like that party had started... finally. Clicking her comlink, her concealed Directorate marines revealed themselves and began engaging their suddenly very surprised former colleagues. High powered blaster bolts from their AI-321m's whizzed out among the sub-levels of the Works. Elsewhere, Taeli removed the helmet she had been using to conceal her identity among the Sith security forces... and immediately a wave of expletives reached her ears. Ah... so nice to be remembered.

Purple light erupted into existence, deflecting away return fire from the Sith security back at them casually. Her separate teams knew what they needed to seize. Every hydrosupply station they could, every power sub-station they could reach intact. If the Alliance could seize those important soft targets, they could make sure that the public didn't suffer any needless disruptions to their lives... especially if the One Sith forces started to destroy them in a scorched earth policy. They wouldn't do it, she hoped, unless they were losing severely, but the local forces were already off balance from a third of their men suddenly shifting into being enemies.

She took down one Sith soldier, his arm falling to the grating at her feet. Another was sent flying with a quick Force Push, his body thudding on the lower level as she began her advance towards the main power station in this area... and then she felt a wave of cold. Something or someone was coming... powerful in the Force... in the dark side. A Sith was coming. The security must have dispatched a request for assistance already... well the entire planet was under attack. They might not get too many reinforcements to help them, and Taeli herself would deal with the Sith that was coming. There was nagging at the edge of her thoughts that the presence was familiar, but she didn't focus on it yet. Whoever it was wasn't close yet, and she would deal with more immediate things... such as bringing two Sith soldiers down with a twirl of her lightsaber.

[member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Seed Resistance, Extend Reach.
Location: The Memorial Wall: Central Centax 5th Army Command.
NPC or PC Enemies: None Yet.
NPC Allies:

Spoiler

Rough Total: 18200/19000 + Civilians Now 1000/1000
7,800 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
3,900/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
2,000 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
4,500 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
30/30 AT-AW | 87/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Excellent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NHXTOPgHqU​

Looking out across the field of battle. Silence before the storm. The prideful Sith had hoped for a straight battle but like any war, you rarely got what you hoped for. He saw weakness, loathing gnawed within him, denying the Sith's ego his final stand. In reality common sense at not wanting to siege a heavily defended target. They would regret that....​

As battles took place across the planetwide cityscape few if any dared approach the command and control, who could blame them! Only Kylath would have been crazy enough to take on that challenge, if shoe had been on the other foot. Smirking under the helmet, rage abating for a time, even as he looked at his crippled, rebuilt hands, crushgaunts having been bolted through the wrist to keep them steady and fixed, never again being able to remove the metal. The resistance had time to strengthen itself, rally more citizens to its cause. Sure they were skirmishing in the trenches and forward lines. It meant the Nyx and Mythos clones of 770st were showing them exactly why they were chosen, and how they fought. Tough, resilient and full of battlecry. Those two clones numbered 4,000 in total here, a fearsome sight for anyone to see facing them, crashing into their forward parties.

The longer they were unopposed...

GNN Broadcast:

Donnaron, relative of Balmorra Dave spoke next. “Fellow resistance fighters and legions of the Sith Empire! The day goes well. Let not the numbers fool you, let not those cowering in shadows matter, see the men and women on the streets in front of you, your brothers and sisters, clones, individuals, soldiers all. These are your shield and your might.“

Civilians and militia were lost on the perimeters, minor building collapses in exchanges of fire from the gungan’s vs the militia, but casualties so far were mostly limited to the trenches and the perimeter, as starfighters and infantry exchanged indirect fire for the most part.

Sadly back in the real world. Kylath had no illusions he could hold the planet from one position, but if anyone thought this eyesore was going away any time soon they were sorely mistaken. This place could broadcast a resistance for Coruscant as long as it remained operational, and would be a thorn.

“Artillery!” The Sith Knight shouted standing atop the wall, facing down the cowardly invaders whom were holding their ground.

And so the eight batteries opened up, screeching across the cityscape. Forty missiles coming in behind them. Frying alliance troopers caught up on the ground or city for kilometres around in huge discharges of energy. Splintering metal, body parts, and buildings in their way. Aimed well, their engineers had studied well where to hit in their time spent designing the facility, maximizing their kill zones, a few still would go off course sadly to the expense of more lives. Concussion missiles following them up, much further range they would home in on troop positions, tanks, you name it to send them straight to hell, leaving nothing but smoldering wrecks in the wake. Above and below the fire came from like darts hitting their predetermined target locations. AI operated PDS particle cannons began to pulse fire at any approaching starfighters or craft, ripping into their hulls to send them to flaming wrecks below, dropping like burning rubble atop buildings, ground or people in the way, studying and learning its targets as it did so.

Grabbing the rest of his gear, Kylath made for the trenches where he was born more or less. Supplies were stored in the trenches but this slow approach by their enemy, meant they could reinforce and bring those supplies where they needed them. Nodding to a Nyx Commander he took position toward the forward lines, ducking down as an explosion ripped up the ground behind them.

“Start extending our lines forward, and clearing the rubble closest to our position” If they wouldn't come to them...

Personal Gear:
X1 Officer Armor | MRS-1 Modular Assault Rifle (Hands) | 4x Mixed Grenades | Lightsaber (Hip) | Personal Ray Shield (Hip)| Crushgaunts (Bolted through Hands) | Jack Knife Pistol (Hip)

Actions:
Strengthening Position, Holding at the Minefield. Supplies ferried to begin extending reach.
Unchallenged Citizen Gain + 1000 Resistance Fighters for the Coruscant Sith Resistance.

 

[Ecarht Arak]

Location: Diving on Shuttles
Mission: Hit shuttles landing, take care of their escorts.
NPC Allies: 12x Ki ES Mki Aces, Gladiator Squadron.
Surrounding NPC Fighter Fluff: 110/120 Ki IC Mki Interceptors -10 Squadrons. | 54/60 Ki SB Mki Bombers - 5 Squadrons.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7hm1gI17e0
​

Oh baby, there it was! Prime prize. Shuttles coming in for landing, their bombers were chewing them up! Ha! Smoke, fire and metal twisting below the runs they were making. Satisfaction, no amount of stims would buy as much as watching them burn on the ground.

“Hey boys, 3 O’clock low, see it?” Ecs spotted rebelbutt interceptors about to come up from below on their bombers, from up here they good visual range and their sensors got a clear pass free from interference. Tightening her grip on the stick, she breathed in, this was gonna feel good. Tricky fighting in coruscant, almost made it fun.

“Copy that.” Flight Chief double checked their approach. "Dive to these coordinates, overshoot for Immelmann" In ground speak, that meant use the velocity of the dive to circle up behind their opponents before their craft could match their speed, using altitude to give them more momentum.

Buildings made it tougher, but these were aces….

“Alliance won’t know what hit their sorry asses.” Her wingmate comm'ed, so they began their dive, acceleration by downward force, only moving their elite fighters all the fast cutting atmo, not like butter, jolting slightly at the nose, G's mounting and giving strain, she gritted her teeth holding her steady. Thrusters to full, engines maxed, always pushing it that bit further than her wingmates

"READY..... BREAK" And that was it....

 

[Asher]

Objective: Keep the crash site safe
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"], Asmus Janes, Rogue Squadron
Enemies: One Sith
Song: Walking on Sunshine

The tunes were on a comfortable level. Loud enough for him to hear enough of it, quiet enough for it to not seep into his comm. The rhythm had the right tempo and the song with lyrics was uplifting in the face of everything else. The unit weaved through the streets of Coruscant and with it they all found themselves separating one way or another. Ground-to-air weaponry, inconvenient skyscrapers and in some cases both of them. Though one of the rookies in this particular unit, one did not simply join Rogue Squadron by default. They were the best, one way or another. Even when they made foolish mistakes such as splitting from the group and going perhaps just a little too far from the others.

Fourteen eyed Thirteen as she assaulted the AA-batteries. At first he had thought little of it, she was capable, yet so much could happen in a very short time’s span. Over his comms he heard a loud static noise following a hit. He wasn’t one to worry, but just this once he was starting to. Coruscant was the heart of the beast. Crashing here meant certain death no matter what, the only difference was whether or not it was instantaneous or slow and painful.

He had heard stories of the Sith and their prisoner camps. It wasn’t pretty.

He saw the nose dive, saw the foolish attacks from thirteen. Reckless.

“Pull out, thirteen! Pull out!” He practically shouted into his comm. “Pull-”

But it was too late. The fighter took a hit and began a slow descent towards the final turret. He heard the faint sound of laughter. Why was thirteen laughing? The last battery in the sector was down at the potential cost of a life. There was no explosion from her ship, but within minutes he knew that there damn well could be. His eyes jittered for a second before his fist smashed against the dashboard of his fighter.

“Farking-...” He screamed before turning on his comms for the rest of the unit to hear. “Thirteen is down, I’m going in.”

It was a foolish idea, but the man firmly believed in ‘no man left behind.’ He was obligated to do this. Allyson would have done the same for him, or so he told himself as he too set his fighter soaring in the direction of the crash site. People were flocking to the scene, but the incoming presence of yet another fighter seemed to discourage them. The streets cleared as people ran for their homes. His X-Wing touched ground a few meters away and with a rushed stroke against the handle for the door he popped it open. A hand reached for his blaster and he promptly bailed out of it.

Rapid footsteps made way to Thirteen.

“Come on, come on!” The man practically screamed as he tried to find a way to open the cockpit of his downed teammate. “I found thirteen. I’ll try to-”

But the man was cut short by the sound of oncoming fighters. A quick glance was thrown over his shoulders and towards the skies at the encroaching bomb. He followed its trajectory, watched as his own fighter went up in smoke.

“Fark!” The man yelled, again. “Open this farking hatch already!”

He kicked it once more with all he had.

It opened.

Carefully wrapping his arm around his downed teammate he proceeded to pull her out of her fighter and away from the scene. There would be time for a check-up later. Right now what they needed was to get the hell out of here.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Goal: Destroy the Sith
Location: Undercity | Headed Towards Valley of Lords
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [ [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]]
Enemies: The One Sith | None

Eyes still closed, hands still resting on his laps, a smile twitched on Jacen's serene face. He chuckled.

“See Mara, just because you're young you see people over forty as ancient. I told you Alen would make it. Owe me twenty credits now.”

Mara had made no such prediction, nor had any bet been placed. Jacen was simply trying to ease the tension a tiny amount before the final climb. He'd cleared most of the troubles to the back of his own mind, but that didn't necessarily mean they'd stay there. Another last stretch of the climb would leave him fatigued and test his control once more. There was too much at stake. He pulled a packet from his belt, ripping it open with his hands. He drank down the his energy gel and tucked the packet back into the pouch.

“Last stretch,” he said softly."Would have been nice to see it, you know. Spent so long turning this ragtag fleet into a lean military machine - everything the Republic couldn't be - it would have been nice to see the fleet arrive over Coruscant."

 

[Kaili Talith]

Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Vexen"]
Enemies: One Sith, holler at us broskis.
Mentioned: [member="Allyson Locke"]
Location: With Micah and Vexen
Objective: TBA.
Gear:

Spoiler

Kaili’s Armor + Accessories
Bracers of Salee
Cloak of Aatrox
Serenity of Inari
Covenant Ring
Bodo Baas Gunbelt
Bobby Pins

Song: Empire

“You’re doing great, Vexen!” Kaili said and took another looked outside. The fight had only just begun yet the death toll was already growing. All around there were signs of life lost. Fighters crashing into buildings, drop shuttles getting shot down. A new sense of panic started coursing as memories of the crash began to flood her senses. It was a numb kind of pain, something worn down by time and kept suppressed by sheer force of will. Another deep breath filled Kaili’s lungs as her hand instinctively reached for Micah.

Nothing would feel better than that of solid ground beneath her boots right now. She closed her eyes and went back to focusing on the force, letting the ‘art of meditation’ work its wonders on her fraying nerves. Only that didn’t happen, the opposite did as the force told her of anger, loss, resignation. Kaili felt the life of another as it faded. Not entirely, but close; unconscious. It was Allyson. It had to be. The girl bit her tongue to stop herself from dwelling on it but it didn’t help.

Spoiler: Memory Lane

Because as much as Kaili needed to forget it was hard to do so. The absolute last time they had seen each other, the last time she had felt her touch and heard her voice was at the door to their home on the fourth moon of Yavin. The stench and humidity of the swamp had surrounded them then, set a rather unromantic tone for a scene that otherwise would have been romantic had she stayed at home on Borleias. The rain poured as they stood hand in hand looking over at the nearby hangar.

“You have a promise to keep.” Kaili had said while trying to hold back a frown. “Don’t make me have to come look for you.”

Yet again the girl snapped herself out of it and shook her head. She took another deep breath and focused herself. Allyson wasn’t dead, that was all she had to be concerned about. Micah was alive, everyone that she needed in this very moment was alive. It was painful, but she needed to keep it pragmatic and detached. That was how she would survive, especially on a planet such as this with the people that currently held it with an iron grip.

“So we are looking for some kind of generator.” Kaili gave her brother an affirmative nod. “Do you have any ideas on how to go about that, Micah? Or do you just want to wing it as always?”

“And uh, don’t worry. I left Henry at home for this one. There will be no playlist destruction for today.” For some reason this felt important to get out of the way. “We’ll kick ass today. The Sith won’t know what hit them.”

 

[Ellie Mors]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rW4uBvP2Dqc

NO MORE SORROW

CORUSCANT: FINANCIAL DISTRICT - GROUNDSIDE
EQUIPMENT:

• LISETTE'S FIRST LIGHTSABERhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/67418-lisettes-first-lightsaber/
• LISETTE'S SECOND LIGHTSABERhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/67421-lisettes-second-lightsaber/
• SHELL OF DEVOTIONhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/89308-shell-of-devotion/

The rush of the air that deafened her ears and pulled at her hair was maddening, her heart rate accelerating as the adrenaline was pumped through her veins. Only a handful of moments before, Lis had been standing, albeit crouched, in the cargo hold of a small ship, and only a moment later she had found herself cutting her way out to plummet to the planet's surface some hundreds of meters below her. It wasn't the first time she'd done something as spontaneous as this - she'd flown a freighter into a building, while inside, before - but this was most certainly the most daring.

The Financial district had, for the most part, been evacuated of many of the upper echelon of Sith society that it had been a host to, leaving quite the eerily empty and, if not for the cannonfire, rain of blasters, and host of large transports and starships entering and exiting the atmosphere so close to her position, quiet. That hadn't removed the center of business from a list of targets and insertion points, and a lack of civilians only meant a greater potential for all-out warfare between the Alliance and the Sith.

Nearly ten seconds had passed since her initial jump and Lisette was finally finding herself accustomed to the heart-wrenching rush that came with a suicidal leap to the planet's surface. If any number of untrained and ill-equipped soldiers of the Alliance, Jedi aside, had attempted a jump of any comparison it would have meant certain death. Fortunately, or perhaps not quite so in some regards, the Vahla had trained almost exclusively in physical applications of the force - enhancements to speed, rapid deceleration at long jumps via telekinesis, and a number of skills useful to a woman that sought out foes in saber combat.

Fifteen seconds.

The deafening roar of a drop pod being ripped apart by anti-air turrets snapped her back to the reality that she was jumping, quite literally, into a war zone. It wasn't a sudden, abrupt, surprise attack like it had been a year ago - the Sith weren't nearly as off-guard now, in terms of awareness, as they had been then. Turrets lined building tops, soldiers positioned with snipers to mow down the approaching Alliance troops, and while it was clear that they were targeting the larger, more obvious, bogies that dropped into view, she had a firm doubt that the turrets were going to aim at a falling human, as she doubted anyone would really have believed such a person would survive the fall.

Twenty-two seconds.

The top of the building was approaching rapidly, even though she was some two hundred meters from the expected point of impact, and the second rush of adrenaline started to surge. It wasn't that initial high from jumping, nor was it the nauseating sickness of her organs being pushed up towards her chest, but rather the instinctual fear that she was going to, quite simply, go splat on the duracrete roof of the building below. It was understandable, and she would have accepted her lunacy if she hadn't felt it, but it was unwarranted. In the same manner than a large number of Jedi, Sith, and other, unaffiliated, force wielders had slowed their falling entry to battle, Lisette began to slow herself through the heavy application of telekinesis.

Twenty-five seconds.

Like a brake pad on the tires of an accelerating car, Lisette felt the palpable struggle to bring herself to a tolerable velocity - she was working against both inertia and the planet's gravitational force, after all. The sabers in her hand, which she realized she had kept lit, were switched off as she felt the incredible "lift" of the air that put friction on her armor and her skin ease quite a bit. A glance down showed her that the she was coming in hot, and slowing herself through the force was clearly not going to do the full job. While she was oddly more gifted with the force than she was with a blade, naturally at any rate, her training under Aaralyn had afforded her far more focus on lightsaber combat and thus a preference to it - so the bubble that suddenly came to life around her, encapsulating her in a semi-solid field of raw force energy, came as an unwanted-but-necessary evil to keep her from being crushed on impact.

It didn't really help that much.

Twen-

Crash.

The barrier had lasted only long enough to keep her unharmed as she punched right through the roof and into the top floor of the building below. The moment she fell through the building and slowed considerably was also the moment that the barrier was willfully collapsed and her feet hit the floor, sending her rolling forwards to keep the shock of the impact off of her knees as much as possible. It still hurt, somewhat, but it was much better than injuring herself or dying on impact. 'Looks like I'm in.' Lisette thought to herself, slowly rising to her feet as she examined the empty, unlit, room.

Igniting both of her lightsabers, she walked towards the wall on the far side of the room, facing the street, and cut herself an exit from the building. What she saw outside, after stepping aside so the wall could fall inwards, was the distant approach of [member="Ugohr Poof"]'s forces, and presumably him somewhere among their ranks. What lie between her and they, however, seemed to be what could only be described as the biggest karking pain in her rear since the day she had thought she should have been a bit more adventurous while venturing out in the far reaches of Wild Space. A fething mine field.

It wasn't totally visible, not to the common observer, anyways. But there were tell-tale signs of such explosives, like the blown-out interiors of neighboring buildings and exposed manholes that were left open - showing the careless, or perhaps audacious, tendency of the current generation of Sith soldiers. To the right of the hole she'd made, however, was another issue. There were the common soldiers of the Sith scattered about, exchanging blaster fire with Alliance troops, most certainly under the command of Poof, and then there was the feeling she'd come to recognize like a moth to a flame - the dark side of the force.

Now, obviously, the planet was full of this feeling in general - what with the mass death that had ripped the planet apart during its multiple invasions of the past and the hundreds upon thousands of Sith that called the planet 'home' - but she felt the more precise, more clear, definition of individual entities rather than the background noise of the world around her. It hadn't been long since her last engagement with Sith, and if it weren't for the fact that they were approaching from the direction she had intended to be heading, with Ugohr and troops to the rear, Lis likely wouldn't have chosen to approach and confront them.Sith were dangerous, they were often powerful, though lacking much in the tactical department, even at young ages. If a soldier was 'grown' and nurtured during training, an acolyte was rushed to achieve as much raw power as possible.

In the hands of the unskilled, specifically acolytes, this hardly proved an issue for trained and seasoned wielders of the force, much less Jedi Knights or other equivalents. But when you threw non-force wielding soldiers into the mix? A simple persuasion through the force could turn an entire battalion on itself, and that spelled doom for troops in times of war, especially on Coruscant. So, begrudgingly, Lisette found her niche in this war. While the actual forces, the numbers, wrecked their havoc on the Sith forces around the city, she was going to preoccupy the gifted few with her own presence and ensure they either died or never came to the aid of their own forces.

"Now or never." Lisette grumbled, peering down at the street below. She'd have to be careful of obstacles and other complications, but hesitation wasn't an option here. The choice, which was decided when she stepped out from the building to land with a grating thud of her armored boots against the ground outside, had to be made quickly. Given the distance, she'd have to approach the Sith, though she couldn't truly approximate closeness, sooner than later.

[member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Abyss"] [member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[Kelon Amadis]

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

Location: District 42
Local Security and Emergency Services Headquarters.
OOC: Please tag me if you want me to reply to you guys, 3 is probably all I can handle well.

If there was ever a man who would get the hell out of dodge before his number was up, it was Kelon Amadis. If he had any seniority he wouldn’t have even been here, sadly someone had literally locked him in a cell till the invasion and told him to fight or die. Being the pragmatist, he’d decided against the second option. At least until he found a ship to get off this force-forsaken hellhole.

Called on to arrange the hunt for some downed pilots, he was running the local security forces of all things in their hunt for them. Scowl, turned to grin of amusement. The hulking great acolyte clicked his teeth and stroked his ample beard. Him, in charge of security, hahahahah, booming laugh followed. Opportune time to line his own pockets. Ordering some less reputable lackies to stop on by, in case someone tried to shank him, which might well happen before the end of the day! Some of the operators found themselves, assisted, into retirement, shoved into some sort of holding cell. Better the devils he knew!

Our Pilots location:
[member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Owen Holst"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]

Down here in the darkness, it was not somewhere you wanted to be without an army, or at least concrete knowledge of what to expect.

"PLEASE REMAIN CALM HELP IS ON THE WAY." Speakers above them all would begin to blare out.

Kelon was a bastard. First thing Asmus’s party might find is drones and security-police craft fluttering overhead, speakers on, no idea where anyone was just doing routine checks. They were repeating something about stay where you are, and you will not be harmed. For Kelon that meant stay where you are, so someone could put a bullet in you!

Needless to say, they should probably keep moving. Down here though, those small police craft were probably the least of their worries, shining lights into their wreckage. It took Kylath 19,000 men just to hold that bunker location, big as it was! 3 pilots trying to survive coruscant's depths was going to be interesting! Already our local homeless, gangs, the neglected citizens of the capital, were stirring to help. Predatory Creatures among them looking for an unwary meal or two.

"Who we got on the payroll down there?" Kelon asked a nearby security chief.


Personal Gear: X-1 Series Armor (Heavy) | PLX-1 Missile Launcher (Nearby) | 3x Lightsabers (He's greedy) | OS-PBC-770 (Back)

[member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Owen Holst"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]​

 

[Adder]

Senate District
Republica 500 - Senate District
[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Aela Talith"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Aela started talking. Adder gave her an odd look. The blonde had never been particularly crafty with words, but this was even worse than usual. She was about to open her mouth and ask if she was doing okay when the Jedi finally managed to articulate her worries.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Ah.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]She scrunched her eyebrows together and mulled the words over a bit. Their vessel shook, and armor rattled in response. Outside, the battle was trickling from the upper reaches down into the lower levels, and the scent would bring out all the scum and the beasts. There were no words in Basic to describe the chaos that would overtake the Underworld.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Rats always fled before the flood.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“No, I’m not,” she answered at length, a dry smile pulling at her lips.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“But I know this city. I know my way around. I’ll be fine.” Weak reassurances, based on facts from a more peaceful time. It was all she could offer. There were no certainties in war.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“If it’ll make you feel any better, I can promise to be careful.” Her smile curled up just a bit, reaching the green of her eyes. She made to reach out and clasp her shoulder, then reconsidered and flexing her fingers back into an empty fist at her side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]No place for emotion where they were going.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“ETA under one minute, boys!” Sven shouted over the comms, and everyone in the hold stood just a little straighter. Just a little harder. Just a little less human.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Adder met Aela’s eyes with a firm nod and slipped into the thick of the 5th. The Westar was already in her hand.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Once again Abyss could feel a glimpse of something, a distant presence in the force. He could feel that whoever was on the way to cross swords with the young acolyte was coming closer. It was time to get into position. With a few quick gestures he commands the small group of soldiers to follow him. Instead of directly joining the battle in the financial district, they would take position in a lower level of one of the skyscrapers that surround the whole district. Two of the eight soldiers were wielding sniper rifels, another one had modified his blaster rifel with a module to transform it into a grenade launcher.

They reached the skyscraper, that was bulid not to far away from the minefield, without trouble, the opposing forces were not yet in fire distance and it seemed like they had not spotted the small group. On the way up the building Abyss suddenly hears a noise behind him. He turns around just to see a injured women, most likely just a civilian looking at him and his man in terror. Without the need for an order the soldiers aim at the woman, the leading officer shouting at her:

"This is now a warzone. Leave the building"

The woman looks at the group, tears running down her face, more crying than talking:

"But this is my hom ....."

With a sudden swing of his lighsaber the woman turns silent. Abyss turns to a hole in the wall, probably from a missile or heavy blaster fire by one of the aircrafts that constantly fough in the air over the battle, a few meter away from the woman, without even looking at her severed head on the ground. He gestures the soldiers to take postion. Both snipers lay down on the ground, rifels aimed on the minefield, waiting for the first poor souls that would try to pass trough it. The guy with the grenade launcher takes cover behind a flipped over table. He would have to wait until enemy forces would come closer but he was in the perfect postion to damage incoming tanks or other heavily amored vehicles. Abyss steps forward to the hole and looks down to ground. Not to far away he could spot [member="Clovis Torcularis"]. One of his soldiers was talking over com to another officer close to the other sith:

"Here Strike team 2, we are ready and in postion"

He could be able to reach him in under 2 minutes, depending how long the fall would take. Abyss guessed that he was about 25 meters above the ground. A lot for someone not to skilled in telekinetics but still doable. He turns to the five soldiers left giving a few orders:

"Remember the plan. We wait for them, take them by surprise. Be ready to drop into battle anytime. It won't be long now"

He sits down on the ground, legs crossed drifting into a meditative state, focusing on his ability to bend the light around him and mask his presence in the force, while simultaneously waiting for the enemys to arrive. He could hear his soldiers checking their weapons and attaching grappling hooks to the borders of the hole.

[member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Lisette Kuhn"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Kelon Amadis"]

Asmus could heard the approaching vehicles. Flashes of coloured lights carried far down here in the darkness. He caught the colours across the hull of his X-Wing.

Stay calm, think of your training...

As he stood up he heard the sound of a blaster being powered on right by his ear. "You come up nice and slow now boy."

Asmus laid the rifle down on the ground and inched his hands to the back of his head. They wouldn't be telling stories about this great escape. He'd made it ten metres.

"That your ship boy?"

"Was."

---

The two stormtroopers bashed on the door repeatedly. The elderly twi'lek sauntered over and slowly swung it open.

"Sir, did you see what happened in the street?"

"Only saw the flash at first, and the bang," the resident croaked, his voice shakey.

"Did you see the pilot?"

"What? Speak up?"

"Did. You. See. The. Pilot."

"Oh right, yes. Ran over that way and skedaddled down that corridor."

The stormtroopers didn't even offer thanks, turning and waving at the local law enforcement and droids. The elderly twi'lek gingerly shut the door and meandered back into his house.

"They've gone."

"Thank you," Asmus replied. He was sat on the sofa, blaster across his lap.

"Don't mention it. Didn't actually hear you crash, didn't have my hearing aid in. Thought you were a robber. Got no love of the Sith lad.

"Can't stay here though. Might be someone saw you come in here, might not. But they'll be back this way before too long. Grandson left his hoodie over that chair, take it. Leave the rifle too, no one down these parts will look twice at a sidearm on a man's hip, but a rifle... Besides, if they come back I can claim you had it pointed at me."

Asmus nodded to himself, trying to process what was going on. Surely he should have been capable of coming up with a plan on his own? He needed to stop panicking. He took the black hoodie, pulling it low across his brow. Then he left the back exit and went for one of the towers that led to the higher levels.

A beep in his ear let him know another Alliance comm unit was in range.

"Anyone there?" he whispered as he slid I to a dingy back alley. "This is Rogue Nine, I'm down."


OOC/ Asmus aided by a local, abandons ship rifle and heads away from the crash site in a hoodie.

 

[Aneya Maev]

ABOVE CORUSCANT
SCNN's J-type Star Skiff

---

"Aneya, we're flying through the middle city, catching some material," the team of the stealth freighter, Team S, reported through a comlink. Aneya was supposed to be taking reports from every ship there was and send commands in case they were needed. That was practically the only reason she was there. She was not a fighter, nor was she a reporter, but the team needed her, so she provided them the help.

"Very good," she replied. Her own ship was piloted by one of the employees and she flew above the planet, manouevreing around the cityscape and avoiding any dangers.

The five reporter drones were flying around different levels of the city, trying to find battlefields and just locations where actions happened. One of them had found its location -- the Black Pyramid ruins. The other four were still looking for one.

"Aneya, Team B2 will take over the broadcast. Team C has asked for more reporters on the ground," Team B1's leader replied, to which the woman agreed. Team B1 and B2 were handling the broadcast and Team C was 'civilian cam' -- reporters on the ground of the planet. They were definitely in the riskiest situation there, but somebody had to do that.

"Agreed, but do it quick. We can't keep up for long with only one ship," the editor-in-chief replied to the man. After having said that, she walked to the pilot and took a seat on the seat next to him. "I will contact Xander. Don't let anybody else report to me while I do that," she spoke to the pilot.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

That One Casino

Oh.

She turned around pretty quick and not in the 'hey nice to meet you,' sort of way. Luce swallowed, remembering exactly the sort of people he was dealing with today. It wasn't all that different than the Hutt cartels on Nar Shaddaa, but Hutt bounty hunters can't turn your insides out with the Force, or make you into an unwilling lightning rod. Usually, they just shot or stabbed you.
These were different leagues.

But now that he had their attention...


"Uuuh, yeah so about that war." He leaned a little closer. "I hear you'll fight for anyone, for the right price."

Saeva mercenaries usually did, specifically these two if the intelligence reports were correct.

"Name your price."

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]