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

[Aver Brand]

Cream and the Crop Casino
Coruscant Underworld
0525 hours
[member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Lucien Shorn"]

The helmet and its owner smiled into the commlink. The voice on the other side was a bit gruff, male, and completely unknown. More importantly, it belonged to a member of the glowstick brigade from down under.

“Let’s,” she said, stalking over to the nearest window. Above, the skies were riddled with various craft packed with hundreds of troops headed to the surface. Below, the streets were afire with riots, panic, looting, and wholesale slaughter. Everyone in the mid levels of Coruscant – ergo, most of the civilian populace – was caught between a rock and a hard place. Go go war!

“You’ve got good taste in mercs, whoever you are. We can do a lot for each other, given the… situation.” ‘Situation’ being all those digital permissions that sat securely on their dataloggers. “The services rendered would have a massive impact on how today turns out. The Equalizers expect adequate compensation for the amount of risk involved.”

Aver paused and glanced at Loray, who looked about ready to start snapping some necks. Strolling closer to the metal knight, the woman placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Part anchor, part preparation to yank him back if he tried to beeline for the smirking boy. Force knew she was itching to wipe that grin off his face, and she had oodles of self-control compared to her associate.

“What can you offer us? And forget about credits. Think… material goods.”

 

[Laguz Vald]

If a challenge was required, Laguz would gladly deliver. After all, xe’d been stalking the man for a full month now. Xe knew what he ate for breakfast, where he got his talons manicured, and even what old jatz records he liked to put on when he thought nobody was watching. That’s right. [member="Darth Erebos"] was a Sozzenels fan.

Naturally, the shifter had also taken note of the more important little details. What sort of armor the man wore, the size of his shoes, his penchant for dramatic oration mid-battle, and even the size of his— Chit!

Laguz dodged to the side as a horde of troopers came sprinting down the narrow alley, ignoring the ferrocrete-colored mass squeezed flush against the wall. Just as they were disappearing around the next bend, the sniper caught a few fragments of their conversation.

“Valley of the Lords, huh? Well then.”

Altering xir course, the merc took off again, chit-eating grin in place. A wide, open area like the valley was perfect for some target practice. Surrounded by tall buildings, like most things on this planet, the space offered would allow Laguz to set up a perfect shot.

 

[Adder]

Senate District
Republica 500 - Senate District
[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"]

With a hard, jerky shudder, Zven touched down. The mass of the 5th poured out in the next few seconds, and Adder with them.

Blaster fire was already screaming outside, raining down on them from every direction. Mostly from above. Cursing under her breath, the woman ducked behind a large chunk of rubble along with a couple of other soldiers. The one nearest to her, a guy called Halen, nudged her in the ribs.

“You’re the crackshot, right?” he asked, breathless.

“Yeah,” she said, releasing the safety on her weapon as she dared a peek over the edge of the ferrocrete block. A couple of bolts scored the gray surface with a hateful hiss, and she quickly settled back down.

“I need you to cover me for a few so me and Toileen can clear the way inside. If we go now, we’re gonna get mowed down.”

Toileen piped up from her right, sounding oddly cheerful. “Just pin them down for a couple of seconds. I used to serve with the bastards, I know their tactics.”

And so they went on the count of three, guns blazing.

Adder had never been more glad about her jacket. Without it, she’d have dropped dead with a smoking hole in her chest ten times over. The silk held fast, though, and so did her trigger finger, squeezing bolt after bolt right back at the enemy. She lacked the sheer volume of fire that military-grade rifles could spew out, but the deadly precision more than made up the deficit. One after another, the Sith troopers were felled in a cacophony of screams. Toileen and Halen did their part with the help of a few sleeping gas grenades and some well-placed shots.

When the smoke cleared, the stretch of courtyard ahead of the trio was noticeably more quiet. More importantly, it was empty.

They exchanged a quick look, then vaulted over the block as one and made a beeline for the entrance.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Locations: on route to palace
Allies: The GA
Enemies: [member="Darth Megnentis"]

Mia made it pretty clear how she wanted to play, as the figure dropped from the shuttle passing over head and did his utmost to sound intimidating. She didn't slow her advance, bringing her scattergun up she rattled off one warning shot towards him. It didn't matter who he was, didn't matter whether he wanted to monologue or plead innocence. Mia didn't care, right now, he was in her way and that was all the excuse she needed to bring him down.

Another two shots rattled from the gun in her hand. She wasn't going to ask, she made the mistake of doing that before and a snake poisoned her brain...and her in the end. There was no end for her today, just for them.

 

[Christian Steve Elizalde]

Senate District

"Oh come on!" Courts shouted when the run way was closed. "Welp, we're gonna land somewhere else guys." He expressed with a sigh to the troops, he was landing at Westport. He was ready with his DH-17 in his hand. "Get Ready guys." "Yeah we're just transporting immigrants." Courts lied to the guard. "Identification please." "Suck my --" He fired the shot. They were in, Courts ordered his droid to guard his ship: "Jundland I". They were running to the Senate where the others are.

 

[Christian Steve Elizalde]

Senate District

"Oh come on!" Courts shouted when the run way was closed. "Welp, we're gonna land somewhere else guys." He expressed with a sigh to the troops, he was landing at Westport. He was ready with his DH-17 in his hand. "Get Ready guys." "Yeah we're just transporting immigrants." Courts lied to the guard. "Identification please." "Suck my --" He fired the shot. They were in, Courts ordered his droid to guard his ship: "Jundland I". They were running to the Senate where the others are.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Closing on the Ruins of the Black Pyramid
Allies: Galactic Alliance, note this is npc duel for the most part
Enemy: [member="Count Morcus"] and anyone else wanting to do an npc duel mainly
Forces: 10 Thul Infantry Companies 1500
5 Scout Platoons 170 (10 dead or injured)
5 Artillery Batteries 180 (12 Howlers, 8 Surface to Air missiles launchers)
2 Pioneers Platoons 72
1 Housecarl Bodyguards 100

Gear: H.T.E Dueling Armour and Pink Lightsaber.

As her scout closed on the ruins, Elaine Thul began to get reports back. She was hoping to flatten the building herself, it appears someone had beaten her to it. None the less there was a sith force dug in, she looked at it the reports. Then she order her column to stop, Tell the main infantry body to stop, I need more information before we deploy. The place is a ruin, and not as many buildings as I hoped for cover. She said to her commanders, as she did the order to halt and find cover went up down the lines, and her infantry units hid inside buildings, and and back alleys, waiting for the main reports to come in. The scout reported the gap was over five hundred meters around the ruins, of no discernible cover. The snipers could take pot shots, but this was not going to win the battle. She gave the scouts there new orders, ​Give the artillery all information you can, find locations that I can set up for heavy weapons to be deployed, like the reaper and grenade launchers. Do not press any attacks, just give me information. She then turned to commander, Deploy the infantry as the scouts find suitable locations, for them to set up He saluted her and began, organizing the move of main infantry body with the captains of infantry bodies. This was going to be slower than initially planned, her housecarls commander then said to her, My lady this is a lot of ground to cover in a bayonet charge, we going to have to break them down a lot before hand. She nodded politely, it was true, and they need to make cover just to stop her wiped out in the first two hundred meters. Tell the Artillery commander, start firing with E.M.P. rounds as soon as the scouts have given them viable information. The housecarl nodded, as he understood her rationale for this. The enemy would have artillery in palace droids, and shields no doubt. This would help cripple things like that, it could also have unknown consequences for her enemy. This and also would have no impact her own forces, as she waited for the sound shell being fired. She knew this was only the beginning. She put her fingers in her ears, as the blast of the twelve Howlers fired on her enemy, it would kill no one but would allow her scouts a glimpse of the enemy defences.

 

[Sera Inkari]

Location: The Valley of the Jedi Lords. Knelt among ruined pillars, weed covered ground in quiet garden.
Mission: Don’t mind little me.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Allies: OS | [member="Darth Erebos"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSDiZHi9eGw​

They should know. Sith didn’t play fair. Against so many Masters, who could blame them?​

Her Force called, and she answered unquestioningly. Sera Inkari was one of the lowest of their order. Kintan’s seer more interested in machinations behind their scenes than conflict, subtle gestures. Shadow work and battles seers and mystics played against each other in their dark, uncertain futures. Former Army of Light, if fate and force had swung another way for Sera, she may have been with the alliance entering this valley once upon a year.

Webs, possible futures played forward, studied, stronger threads seen and followed.

Kneeling down out of sight and mind, she pushed out fledgling ability to conceal herself. Not her location, that was too obvious. Attempting to give impression something was the other side of their valley if anyone had suspicion, far away from her. Likely her ruse wouldn’t last all that long against massing Jedi Masters, because concealment was not her forte, though perhaps they were not yet looking for one meek little acolyte keeping to herself either.

Meek, with one or two considerable gifts.

Hooded red robe concealing her features, golden eagle woven across fabric. None of that delicate work visible, because stealth field was engaged to block her from sight. Kneeling among her quiet garden, Kintan’s seer closed her deep blue eyes. Assisting. To do what was her forte and life’s work. Farseeing was imparted to [member="Darth Erebos"] of strong possible futures, most likely moves by his opponents ahead of time, not to distract, she was subtler than that. Merely there for him to draw from her whenever he paid her passing interest, his ace in the hole, images, emotions played out for him to take. To only perhaps increase or augment a Sith Lord's already considerable reaction time. Of course when he drew on her gift, he might well give her position away, the more he did so the more that was likely…

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

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

SECRET DROP CHUTE
ASCENDING FROM CORUSCANT UNDERCITY INTO VALLEY OF LORDS FOUNDATIONS

STRIKE TEAM (Force signatures masked): [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
ASCENDING IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Sera Inkari"]

“Don’t worry Kira, no plans on all dying today. Besides if things get hairy we’ll just let Alen hold the line and run. He’s lived a full live so don’t mourn for him too much,” Jacen managed to retort in a series of grunts. He could probably get away with it on account of being older than anyone here but Alen, but he didn’t want anyone focussing on the negative, especially with that nexus looming over them.

As he reached the end of the chute he looked up at the passage ahead of them. There wasn’t a great deal in the galaxy that scared him, but he didn’t like the look of the collapsed ruins ahead. Not at all. It made clear that they were now weeding their way through what amounted to a few thousand tons of rubble. The feel of the duacrete scraping his back as he pushed on didn’t help. As his chest started to feel tight he pushed his fears to the back of his mind once more. No need dwelling on the reality that a shift in the rubble could leave them all dark stains that no one would ever recover.

“Glad we have a navigator,” Jacen called softly. “Haven’t been in this temple for seventeen years. Be interesting to see what’s intact down here.”

Not long now and he’d separate from the main group with Gabriel, if possible. There were various training rooms in the valley and a number of acolytes here. The plan for finding his son went as far as trusting the Force.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: Honor or Sith? Time to decide.
Location: Sith Palace General Area
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"].
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.

Spoiler

Rough Total: 16600/19000 + Civilians Now 1500/1500
7,100 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
3,700/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
1,800 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
4,000 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
27/30 AT-AW | 81/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Excellent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvLCflF9eWI
Twisted ideas inside his mind and body as those he loved died. Hatred grew. Lives, and metal fell.​

Fed up of facing scatter guns at Balmorra! Giving him shot before word, showed him he was facing darksider, or opportunist. Thankfully they were a distance apart, rather than charge as she fired her shots, he was sensibly moving backward looking for cover, further toward her target the palace. Developing Maturity in a Sith Knight, as his temper flared and was drawn down. Taking light buckshot to the back at this range, he took cover behind the corner of the palace's outer wall, her final shot taking chunks out of it. Kylath bit down on the bruises.

Bracing against the nearby wall and ducking low, he leaned out to fire a quick three round burst in response from the MRS-1 assault rifle, armor piercing slugs, depleted baradium, no explosive potential just 10mm slicing death sent her leg’s way. Ducking in as quickly as he’d come out. Evidence perhaps she was fighting a soldier, as much as a Sith?

Distraction. What the martial artist often used. Before the real attack came.

Stepping back to narrow any angle, just waiting for her to come into range… how badly did she want the palace?

“Were pinned down! Alliance trap! *Static* Can’t break through, commander's hit. Alliance soldiers on the...” Soldier. That word cut into him. His beating heart. Hearing the 5th army's news over the comms, blue eyes showed developing malice, pain, suffering of his rebuilt hands, clenched, corruption begin to eat away at him, visibly so around the eyes under his visor.

Distraction for her to make her move! What she’d begin to face on the other side of that wall, was anyone’s guess, homeland, honor challenged, building malice to rend someone, anyone limb from limb, starting with her... about to charge, all she'd have to do was wait for it, there was no hiding his intent in the force. Depends how badly she wanted that palace and if she could wait!


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)

NPC Actions:
5th Army Trapped in an Ambush on way to Palace.

[member="Mia Monroe"]​

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Lyle Baelor"]

Vexen has no fighter pilot. She was capable enough, but being in a warzone was truly stretching her abilities. She angled the nose down when she saw the various tracks on her display for Sith and Alliance fighters. Like angry wasps around a disturbed hive they swarmed about the spires of Coruscant. Two blue lines for friendlies, though only as far as the ship was concerned, cut towards them. A pair of TIE fighters. Vexen casually angled away from them and they changed direction. Clearly only interested if she entered their zone of combat.

"We're comin' in quick," she warned. "Like...strap yerself in and shut up quick."

Two gleaming towers rose up to meet them fast, making their velocity abundantly obvious. Vexen growled softly, pulling back on the thrusters and putting them in full reverse. That last course correction had been a mistake. Red lights flashed, indicating that the chance of them not hitting the ground were slim to none. Vexen took drastic action.

Repulsors kicked in hard, pressing them all down into their seats. Vexen felt the blood drain from her face. She angled the nose up and fired the thrusters again. More and more buildings rose up to meet them, passing them on either side now. Warning alarms grew in volume. At the last moment vexen dipped the nose and reversed the thrust. They were just meters from an empty street. Still too much downwards velocity, but just a few meters per second. The particle shields skimmed the ground and a crash, cracking the duracrete road. They bounced off and carried on moving forwards until the thrusters brought them to a halt.

The gunship hung in the air over the empty street, air shimmering beneath her from the heat of the thrusters.

"Well, we're down," Vexen sighed. She shot the siblings a toothy smile, but neither of them seemed to find the situation all that amusing. She brought the gunship around and angled between two towers, then dropped into a gangway into the next level down. Airspeeders were parked down either side of what would normally be a busy highway. Vexen cruised along before tucking the gunship behind three heavy pillars. "The base is about five hundred metres east," she said, reading off the map. "Can't get any closer without being shot at." The shield generator for the district was preventing the Alliance fleet from attacking ground targets directly, it wasn't about to be undefended.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Crop n' Cream Casino

"Thought you might say that," rasped the modulated voice. "Got just the thing. When you've completed the job you'll find your reward and your ride waiting for you beneath the Great Western Sea. Want specs? Ask the kid."

The kid in question was kicking dirt over in the corner, hands shoved in his pockets and occasionally glancing out the window to stare at the bleeding skies. He didn't seem all that perturbed at being stuck behind enemy lines in the middle of a planetary incursion. Quite the opposite, a little giddy even. Adrenaline junky.

"If you accept, we'll download the exact parameters of your task to an encrypted data pad. If you refuse, that's fine," the voice grew darker and matter of fact, "but touch the kid and hell itself won't be able to hide you from us. Got it?"

Luce's datapad blinked. He pulled it out and wandered over, flashing a set of blueprints at the two mercenaries; blueprints for a very special ship.

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

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Kahne Porte"]

Unit: 1st Alliance Infantry
Location: The Military District
Objective: Establish Forward LZ Alpha

"Sarn't we got incoming friendlies!"

Keld slammed his mag release dropping down behind his chunk of metal. As his trembling hand jammed another gas canister into the rifle he was sweeping with his eyes, searching each position for the next highest rank. they were more split up now, certain areas of cover had been destroyed, troops had moved. The battle was conducting with no rhyme or reason.

"Corporal, who the frak is in charge?" Keld roared, popping from the right side of his cover to snap of a doubletap into the buildings before them. Chunks of durasteel, and shards of glass were raining down as 1st Platoon lit them up, sending everything they had downrange.

"I don't know Sarn't!"

"Frak it, I'm in charge. RTO, Fire team leaders get over here! Fireteams, cover their approach!"

There was an intensifying of the fire as the Radio man and the squad leaders bounded from cover. Bolts skipped across the deck like wild hounds hungry for flesh.

"Yes Sarn't?"

"I'm taking charge. This is approximately several leagues off of where we needed to land. RTO get on the net, find out where our sister units are at, and get me some kind of air assets if you can. Squadleaders, listen up. We need to secure this area and establish a forward landing zone. There's miles of city between where we need to be, and where we are. No ones getting through their forces without extra firepower."

They crouched behind the wreckage of the downed craft. Keld as gritting his teeth as fire slammed the opposite side, vibrations running through his body.

"All squads need to spread out. Square formation, fifty meter intervals to keep heavy weapons damage minimal. Get all the Plex Launchers forwards except one for each squad."

"Commander, we have General Poofs Unit trapped in the district behind us. Looks like we have company too sir."

Keld looked up, in the thin haze he could see a beam of inordinate blue. A lightsaber.

"Great get him over here, squads move out, get it done!"

They were still firmly in the Killzone, surrounded and out-gunned. The squadrons moved in teams bounding to each location as the fire fight continued. Plex launchers formed up, taking cover in the forwards positions. Keld glanced down as his datapad slung to his wrist. They were facing west, towards the central district. The plan had been a co-ordinated assault to take it, but that as off the books now.

"Corporal come on!"

They launched from behind cover, skidding to a halt and dropping flat behind a sister craft. This one was a bit forwards of the last one, and badly mangled.

"We need more cover!"

The rifle came up, sights lined on a shadow in the window of a nearby building. Twin bolts ripped towards the target, and Keld was rewarded with a falling body from ten stories above.

"Round up a team, start stacking bodies, debris, anything we can get our hands on! Make us some fraking ramparts."

He popped up again, motioning to the Plex teams laying in wait. Another sniper beam buzzedby his head a few inches to the right. Blood vessels and flesh seared from the intense heat, bubbling the right side of his face instantly. Keld roared in agony, adrenaline ripping through his veins, eyes wide.

"Kark! Launchers, two hundred meters first building, fire!"

Contrails of smoke and flame mixed with the smoke and the screams of the dying as the rockets ripped forwards. One man fired, while the other moved to slam another rocket into the shoulder held launchers. Masses of duracrete and metal sloughed off the building, and other pieces whirled by their heads from the explosions. Like a beautiful chain reaction watercolor they were taking the entire structure to the ground. Under cover of the heavy weapons ad fusillades of fire the engineer team was welding together whatever the could to form shoulder high walls. Bodies and steel beams were melded together, and fused with torches.

"Corporal, take command in this position. Take each building apart one at a time. Give the enemy no cover!"

"Roger Sarn't!"

He waited two more seconds then bolted, skidding back in behind the original crashed dropship, looking for that Jedi...

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Westport Starport, Landing Pad 13
Current Objective: Secure a Landing Zone
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Sal Katarn"], [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Equipment: See Profile Reference Sheet.

Crawling with Stormtroopers and the various elements of the Imperial Military, the primary Spaceport within the Palace District had been secured by the One Sith - before the Hammer of the Alliance had struck its mighty blow. Consumed by the flickering contrails of atmospheric flame, the Escape Pod rocketed into one of the many landing platforms that ringed the entirety of Westport, shaking its foundations to the core. Pillars of ash and dust were catapulted into the air, blanketing the idle starships that now surrounded the impact crater. In response, begrudgingly giving credit where it was due, the Soldier's of the One Sith had moved from their positions with a tactical acumen that belied their previous performance at Dulvoyinn. Rifles were raised, and Stormtroopers had slowly begun to ring the edge of the crater. Easy prey, they thought as they made their cautious approach. It wasn't until the Squad's Sergeant placed his gauntleted hand atop the smoldering plates, that something stirred within. The atmospheric fire blackened the viewport, and it was impossible to discern what was moving within. Had it been as they expected, some unlucky soul from the Alliance Fleet that had sought to defy the odds and survive - they would show them just how unlucky they were.

Dragging his fingers across the burnt surface and slipping into the manual release housing, the Stormtrooper turned his attention towards his subordinates stationed behind him and nodded. In that momentary lapse of judgment, an obsidian hand tore through the smoke-kissed glasteel and gripped the Stormtrooper by the throat. Maddened laughter resounded within the pod, billowing outwards with every wordless cackle. As she leaned forward against her restraints, the Hapan had drawn the Sergeant in closer, listening to the sound of the man beneath struggling for air. Her lips curled into an insidious smile as she watched him squirm. It pleased her to now end to see this man suffer, but it would not be enough to sate her thirst for vengeance. Suddenly clenching her fist, sending an instantaneous pulse of power through her armored fingers, the man's neck exploded in a shower of gore. "Enough playing around, Astarii." The Hapan had said to herself as he withdrew her now blood-soaked arm into the pod, "We have work to do."

Tearing the harness off her armored coffin, the Alliance Captain smashed her fist into the door - throwing the door from its frame with a deafening screech of rent metal. Now freed from her metallic prison, Astarii had turned her attentions towards the stricken Soldier's ringing the impact crater. Her visor had flickered to life, painting each of her targets with a crimson outline and labeling them with projected levels of threat. She had to capitalize on their sundered command hierarchy, as they were likely to regroup faster with every second she wasted. Surging forward with inhuman speed, the Hapan rammed her powered gauntlet into the breastplate of the nearest Stormtrooper, shattering the protective barrier with a single strike. Winded, and as her Helmet's sensors had indicated, the Man was breathing his last. Several ribs were broken, and by the looks of things, he was bleeding internally. Punctured lung, she surmised.

That was when the gathered Soldier's had overcome their fears, and sought to slay this ashen demon with combined volleys of blaster fire. Bolt after bolt blackened the Hapan's armor, searing its obsidian enamel and sending the bubbling paint to the flight deck below. Tossing aside her dying foe, Astarii thumbed the activation stud of her Military Mobility Shield and watched as the protective bubble encompassed her surroundings. Condensed rivets of crimson lightning tore into the surface of the shield, threatening to overwhelm the device's capacitors as she moved to her next victim. Yanking her Dissuader KD-30 from the magnetized holster attached to her thigh, the Captain began gunning down her opposition with extremely lethal force. Duraplast plates bubbles as the acid indiscriminately ate at both flesh and armor alike, sending each of her foes to their knees screaming for the agony to end.

A mercy that Astarii would eagerly deny as she ejected the spent clip and rammed another home.

It was almost a guarantee that there were more soldier's that awaited her within, but as the shield about her person had collapsed and began to recharge - she knew she couldn't do it alone. As much as she desired to smash asunder the barricades that stood in her path, it would do the Alliance little good of One of their most expensive ventures was wasted by the recklessness of a woman scorned. So, the Captain activated her suit's transponder and began searching for Friendly signatures closest to her own. Within a heartbeat, the woman was made aware of several nearby units - each with the capabilities that she required to assail the defenses of the fortified Starport. Deactivating her suit's annunciator and using its power to boost her internal communications suite, Astarii opened up the channel and broadcasted her voice across the encrypted channel, hoping that it would get through.

:: Shrike, this is Eidolon, how copy? I've made my descent and have engaged hostile forces at Westport, requesting your squad's redeployment to my front. ::

Without waiting to hear if her words had gotten through the atmospheric mess, the Hapan had cycled through the roster of nearby friendly forces. Finding the detachment that she believed had in their possession the equipment she needed to secure the Starport as their dedicated Landing Zone in this District, the Hapan activated the rune and followed the same protocol as she did with the message to Katarn and his men.

:: Nighttide Three, this is Eidolon, Requesting reinforcement at Westport in the Palace District. We'll need your birds after we're done securing this LZ if we're to move onto our next Objective. How copy? ::

 

[Loray Tares]

Cream and the Crop Casino
Coruscant Underworld
0527 hours


Loray had a very small yet strict set of rules. He never fought against a particular set of individuals, non specific to factions. He never considered agreements done over communicators as binding. And he never considered an agreement binding unless he was there to accept. Unfortunate for Janus, the former agreement broke two of Loray's rules. And fortunate for the voice on the other end of the communicator, this boy could serve as binding envoy for the agreement.

Feeling the grip on his shoulder, like a chef stirring the boiling pot, Loray looked over to Aver as she spoke. And then it seemed it was all finished as the boy proceeded back, flashing diagrams. A ship, something Loray wasn't lacking. But he didn't have this particular one. And by the looks of it, it could take a beating, just like him. A match made in this place closely resembling Hell.

"We find your terms agreeable." The hard voice escaped the mask as he looked indirectly at the messenger. He didn't have much intent to speak but for this particular arrangement, he felt it important to ensure the agreement with his own binding. Perhaps Lucien may not appreciate this sentiment, but that wasn't important. It was a restriction Loray put on himself, in this moment of lucidity. "Send the assignment. Once complete, our contract will be finalized and any insurance of safety will dissolve. Extension of contract, and issuance of safety, will require additional payments following completion of this contract."

Loray didn't care much for threats, mostly because they had the tendency to disappoint in not following through. But he simply wanted to get this moving, so he left that to himself.

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

 

[Julius Sedaire]

LOCATION: SECRET DROP CHUTE

• ASCENDING FROM: CORUSCANT UNDERCITY INTO VALLEY OF LORDS FOUNDATIONS
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  ASCENDING IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Sera Inkari"]
  
  

STRIKE TEAM (Force signatures masked): [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Mother-karking goramn tunnels.... Always, ALWAYS tunnels with these folks.... Couldn't they put in something like a secret elevator? Really? Nine Hell, even secret stairs would be nice...

As he thought it, he didn't catch himself mumbling the words aloud, and when he did he kicked himself mentally for saying them. Mostly silent, for once, which was odd for him, he had been utterly focused on only the task at hand. Not a single quip, or quibble, not a one. And any who were good at emotions would probably notice the usually sarcastic Jedi Master was positively full of a nervous energy tinged with fear. The latter bit being exceptionally abnormal. Fear and Julius weren't acquainted, even though perhaps with his lifestyle they should be best friends by now. At the least firm business partners. Taking a deep breath, the sandy haired and blue-grey eyed Jedi paused somewhere pretty close to directly behind Mara, checking his gear as an excuse to breath and gain his ground.

Truth was, he was claustrophobic as all get out, and this tunnel was wearing on his last nerve. So he looked through the various parts of the G.E.A.R. made explorers suit, thankful for all the utility and mobility it gave him, even if he preferred a bit more protection. The new-saber on his hip, Corellian bloodsteel enameled in white, still weighed on him rather heavily. It was quite an achievement in terms of complexity, and it was the crafting of it that had spurred him back to this battle. He had come here on a raid once, even if barely involved. He'd hate to miss the second round of the party. And besides, the One Sith just bloody well annoyed him with their rhetoric. "Jedi" Master or no, it was his duty to see this through to its logical conclusion.

Finally, he spoked up as Jacen did, his voice slightly strained from the effort of climbing.

"She's got a head for mazes and tunnels, our girl here does.... Now lets just hope they don't have a conveniently placed Seer guarding the temple again. They did last time... It's like the One Sith grow them in an plantation or something..."

 

[Silara Varis]

Location: Orbit, aboard the Black Dagger
Objective: Reserve forces

The Black Daggers comm units were ringing off the hook. It was a small Action IV vessel, painted completely black and with all systems powered down, save shields and basic support.

They were all in the war room. She had picked up two additional Agents into the unit, which brought them to a grand total of five highly trained operators, ready to strike when the iron was hot. The battle was certainly heating up at this point, but where to insert was the problem. There was so many battles occurring in various locations, that Commander Grey had decided to hold back their unit.

The screams of the dying and panicked reports of crashed vessels everywhere were echoing through the small room as her eyes watched tactial holo projections.

"Comander."

"Yes Varis."

"Let us out of here."

"No. We have no entry point yet. Alliance command will contact us when we have a target."

Her frustration was rising. Troops on the ground were dying, positions being overrun. At every possible point they could strike, but wouldn't. Gray had his quirks, but this? This was bordering on insane.

Both hand unfolded and slammed down on the counter top of the projector. Her brown eyes bored into the Commanders alien ones and she roared, flecks of spit shooting from her mouth.

"Let us out!"

"No! Hold your temper Varis!" He roared back.

The rest of the squad sensed her aura of rage an began to back off near the doors. Some might have seen what was coming next, others might not have. For an Alliance Officer she was wildly out of the norm. Something the Black Daggers like to capitalize on.

One hand dipped into her cloak, pulling her Czerka Machine pistol from the holster with a precise snatch. It whirled up and out, snapping into place barrel firmly against the commanders head. Both feet slid shoulder length and she leaned back, slipping her finger into the trigger guard.

"What the hell are you doing Varis!" He roared, reaching for his own..

But it was gone. Red two had snuck up and removed his side arm, holding it at the high ready.

"I'm taking command of this unit. We can't stay here and wait any longer. The longer we wait, the more of our folks die, the farther away our insertion window is. We need to go now, before the skies close off completely."

"This is Mutiny!"

"No this is war, this is duty. You're relieved of your command major. Two and three, throw him in the cells."

They were loyal officers, but they were her officers. Having survived several sorties already they acted without question, cuffing the major and marching him out.

"Red four, get on the radio's and find me any unit that needs help."

OOC: Call me! I'll help ya!

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: Outside Imperial Palace

Mia moved rapidly as the barrel of his assault rifle appeared rounds the corner, diving to her left to avoid the shots aimed at her legs. She dropped the scattergun as she came up, unholstering one of two bolters instead. Memories began to flit across her minds eye, recalling the day Ordo had been taken from her, remembering his words of betrayal as the Dark Lord seized control of her brother. Anger bubbled her her chest and she held in there, waiting for the right moment to release it.

Not willing to get close when she had no sight of her enemy she launched a thermal grenade at the corner of the building her prey was hiding behind, holding it in place it's the force, she charged tutaminis through her body and moved in a wide arc as the grenade exploded with speed granted to her by the force and years of mandalorian training.

Her second bolter found its way her hand, and she opened fire as soon as she rounded the corner.

[member="Darth Megnentis"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Somewhere on the lower levels of Coruscant D:
Allies: [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: [member="Kelon Amadis"]
Equipment: Standard small blasters

Allyson felt her body dragged along out of the cockpit. Her eyes opened from under the helmet and visor as she saw the wreckage of her x-wing crack against the mess she had made of the AA guns. There was a chuckle underneath the visor as she remembered a statement she consistently said. She was invincible! There was no cutting her down, Allyson Locke always lived! Remembering Bait, she pulled away from Owen for a moment before he could drag her far enough away from the wreckage. “Wait.” A hand moved over the lifeless body of her beloved droid. A few pokes and proads she found his small memory core still intact. A smile spread across her face as she shoved the small chip into a secure container and placed it within her pocket hidden away.

Adrenaline still coursed through her body, so whatever injuries she had sustained seemed minimal. Looking at Owen, the man she had been flying with she nodded. “Thanks.” It was all she said and they continued to move on. Shelter was needed. Glancing again at Owen, she raised an eyebrow. “Where’s your ship, you look like you didn’t crash”

After she spoke she coughed violently into her hand. Something warm and wet coated her palm and she looked down. Blood. Frowning, she wished at this time she was one of those fancy Jedi healers. Wiping the blood quickly on her flight suit, she did her best to hide her condition.

“If you have your ship lets get the kark out of here.”

TL;DR: Allyson recovered Bait’s memory core and stowed it away, has internal issues from the crash, wondering where the heck Owen’s ship is.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Westport Starport, Landing Pad 13
Current Objective: Secure a Landing Zone
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: The One Sith

::Eidolon this is Shrike, good copy on that last. We are oscar mike to your position, over.::

The small squad of SpaceOps marines began to leapfrog across the cityscape. They’d managed to land on a separate section of the spaceport, instead of crashing into the skyscrapers or falling into a crevasse. Made this part a bit easier.

The big problem was that the spaceport was a fairly obvious LZ. Meant the Sith had all sorts of weapons ready. Fortunately, with Sal’s eye in the sky, they managed to avoid most of the hardpoints and let Alliance gunships and regular army do the dirty work.

“This bay connects with the captain. Got an E-web set up down there in a wallport. Almost killed Hask.”

Katarn nodded once.

They stood in Bay 14, huddled behind a few light freighters for cover. Sal hefted his Si-74, flipped the bipod down, and went prone. He crawled until he was barely peeking around the corner, then proceeded to set up the rifle. Once he was in position, Sal took aim at the wall and squeezed the trigger.

A particle beam shot out and obliterated the wall, gouging a head sized section in the permacrete and turning the flying debris into high-speed shrapnel that knocked down or shredded the stormtroopers clustered around the E-web.

The rest of the squad advanced, pouring in bursts of suppressing fire to keep any stormie still living down and behind cover.

Katarn snatched up his rifle and hurried to catch up.

~ ~ ~

After dispatching a few more stormies, they arrived at the designated LZ. Sal smelled the blood before he spotted her, a pervasive coppery scent. His nose twitched. A sheen of viscous vitae coated her sable armor.

“Captain,” he grunted, amber eyes raking across the broken bodies scattered throughout the landing pad. He raised an eyebrow. “Been a busy bee.”