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

[Jareb Kaine]

Enemies: One Sith ([member="Ecarht Arak"])
Allies: Rogue Squadron ([member="Loske Matson"])
Objective: Break down the Imperial resistance

"This is Rogue Sixteen, still hanging in back here!" Jareb rolled his ship to the right, avoiding a volley of emerald laser fire before unloading a satisfying barrage of his own into an incoming enemy Axe-wing squadron. They quickly took evasive actions, breaking their formation and streaming away to regroup. All but one that is.

"Five, you got a handle on that Imp on your nine?" Jareb called. The pilot in that enemy ship had to think they were some kind of hotshot. Zipping into Alliance formation like that without hesitation would normally give one of their aces a quick kill, but at the moment with everything going on at once, they could probably get away with it. Jareb gunned down an Axe-wing as he waited for a response from Rogue Five. He'd never flown with this squadron before and he was still trying to get a feel for how they coordinated. So far their numbers had been thinned slightly. They'd lost a couple ships to the sprawling depths of Coruscant's city surface.

Flack deflected off his shields and jostled Jareb's X-Wing, causing his astromech to let out and alarmed screech. He dove sharply for a moment, then rocketed up onto the tail of the Imp fighter. Jareb fired off a couple of shots, meant more to distract than to actually hit, then pulled off to the right flank of Rogue Five.

"I'm with you Five." He stated through comms, making her aware that she had a wingman flying along for the ride. Jareb watched the hit Rogue Five scored on the enemy ships wing, and was about to cheer, but instead let out an exasperated: "Kark!!"

The pinkish hue of a proton torpedo could be seen trailing behind his squadmate's X-Wing. "Six! Watch your six!" He shouted into his headset.

 

[Alesia Rivas]

CORUSCANT
Exact Location Unknown
w/ [member="Lukas Krieger"]
no enemies yet

---

"Pft, I won't do anything stupid," Alesia said. She often did crazy things, but this was the first time she would really rebel against the government like this. The One Sith deserved it, she thought, and that's why she didn't even feel bad for this. If the Alliance managed to liberate the planet, then there was no place for this propaganda on the planet. If they didn't win, well, then Alesia and Lukas just helped the local people to understand what was really happening.

The girl waited for the man to answer her question, eyeing him. She couldn't even believe what it was like to be a healer. She herself had, from the beginning of his Jedi life, wanted to be a Sentinel, not a Consular.

"Well, I don't know," she said about lighting the banner up with her lightsaber. "I'm not sure if they work this way or if I would like to ignite the blade just yet." She hinted at the fact that there were indeed cameras nearby and she could get into a big problem if she used the saber. The little rebellion they were doing wouldn't be even half as bad as igniting a lightsaber would have been.

She watched as the man lighted the banner up and how the fire spread, turning the banner blackish and sending smoke up into the air. Whether that would attract security forces or not, they would see soon. But before their arrival, Alesia thought they could just enjoy their riot a little bit more.

"I don't smoke."

She looked at the nearby people. They were all shocked and confused, as many of there was of them. They didn't look like people who would contact the security, though.

"What do we do now? Blow up the speakers? I just can't handle this karking propaganda. Makes my ears bleed of poodoo."

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Still in the fight above Coruscant
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: OS/TBD

https://youtu.be/F4uNYHVRToQ​

"Roger that, Five," Alex keyed a response back to [member="Loske Matson"] over the Rogue's comm channel.

Rogue Eleven's aiming reticle went red and a target lock tone filled her ears. She tightened on the trigger and launched a proton torpedo at an approaching One Sith Ki IC Mki Interceptor. Switching to lasers, Russo linked all four, then picked another target. As Double One's torpedo hit the first, she flashed on to the second, and let it have a full burst of laser fire.

Now that Alexandra was in the thick of the fight her mind was on the task at hand, but while traveling with the Galactic Alliance's fleet to Coruscant she couldn't eat nor sleep. Russo had been at the previous invasion. The Republic task force her squadron was assigned to at the time had been the first to be hit at the outer marker while on patrol. The memories of that day haunted her in the form of nightmares, and as the mission grew closer the nightmares got more vivid, more frequent. Most everyone and every ship had been lost that fateful day except for a few lucky ones. Alex was one of them, though lucky wasn't exactly how she felt. Survivor's guilt weighted heavily upon her battle-weary soul. It wasn't the first time Alleycat had escaped death. The joke was she must really be a cat with nine lives. This would be number three, if one were to count.

The Taanabian was also the only one of her family to survive a pirate raid on their hops farm. Alexandra's parents and two younger brothers were killed. She was only twelve at the time. A favorite family holopic from a past Feté celebration was wedged into the corner of the flight console. And when Alex looked at it before taking off, she always told them, "Sorry guys, not today, I won't be joining you just yet." She intended to stay alive as there was too much living still left for her to do before seeing them once again.

The glare of lasers against her shields hid the results of her shooting, but Rusty reported one Dart destroyed and another heavily damaged. In seconds Russo shot past the line of Interceptors, then hauled back on her stick, rolled, and dove her T-70 back in at them. The Darts, reduced in number, split up into flight elements and moved to engage single X-wings. As two speedy gonzaleses started to circle around toward her, Alleycat inverted, dove, and came back up and around to go head to head with them. She sure hoped the other Rogue on her wing was keeping up with her. They really needed to work together on this next pass.


[member="Jareb Kaine"] [member="Aedan Lochlan"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Ecarht Arak"] & Co.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

LOCATION: SECRET DROP CHUTE
OBJECTIVE: 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="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
ASCENDING IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Sera Inkari"]

When the Sith first took Coruscant, he was but a padawan. Avalore had been an unknown to him, and Marakai, his dearest cousin, was still easily found amongst the Jedi of the Republic. Years later, much had changed. He was going to be married, he had children, the Republic was long into his past, and... Marakai was gone. Not in the sense that she had left this life behind, but she simply vanished, and he'd given up searching a small handful of years ago. There was no-one he knew that could be no-where to be found when they didn't want to be found than the one member of his estranged family with whom he had any semblance of a relationship. His only question now, were she to show up out of the blue, would be 'why'. He just couldn't believe that heartbreak had affected her to such a degree, but it was the only thing that made any lick of sense. He grimaced, having not thought on her for a long while, and continued to climb.

Even he, possessed of the most bodily strength and power of the whole group, did not make the climb without breaking a sweat or feeling the burn. Though he was in familiar company, Meeristali merely listened to the banter as it occurred from the first stretch, to rest, to the final ascent; the remains of his mind not focused on the mission were all the way back at forward command where [member="Avalore Eden"] was set to work her wonders, and further still to Sulon, where their three children were as safe as he could hope. It was enough to take his mind off the snug confines of the steep-grade passage. As it had been said - if Wraith could do it, fitting himself through wouldn't be a problem. He'd never met the man, but he took Mara's word for it, and so here he was, bringing up the rear and seeing all of the rear ahead of him in the process.

"Brother," he grunted, to Julius, whom was just ahead of him, "is it just me or has your fourth point of contact gotten bony?"

It'd been a while since he had last seen his old training partner and brother-in-arms. He could swear as a connaisseur of the humaniod form that his glutes had been... oh, fuller, in the past. He could almost picture Ava with her hand over her face, her head shaking, the moment that comment left his mouth. He'd have to make a point of visiting the academy on Soccoro again, when he had the time.

 

[Tarrlok]

Location: Approaching Valley of the Dark Lords -- Crash landed blocks away
Objective: Get there.
People in Vicinity: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] many more.

Dancing buddy: [member="Jori Varad"]

Her head jolted towards the sky above, when she heard the engine on the transport cut through the air above. The smoke cleared and gave way of the ship soaring above.

"Go!"

She motioned with her left hand of the three others who were with her. Waiting for them to run pass, she twisted her wrist to deflect an incoming blaster round. Jolted her head back she checked to see if it was clear, before she sprinted towards the transport that had come for them. She settle into her sprint, loosened her stride to cover more ground. The wind began to pick up as the ship hovered in place. Within a few feet of the vehicle she bent her knees slightly and catapulted herself onto the ship which began to close its doors upon her arrival.

"Commander! Please make haste!"

The ship shook as they ascended further into the air. Her voice could barely break through the sound of explosives in the distance. She reached out to grab on to one of the straps for balance, standing near exit she could see through the window the flames as they grew bigger. She remembered the initial battle...the damage was twice this and the people...whenever she thought about it she could hear the screams. Her ears began to ring as she relived it, apparently the seconds it took for her to slip into a nostalgic state, was actually minutes in real time.

As they approached, the doors slid open and she was given a full view of the battle below. Large beams of red plasma emerged from the ground and cut through the air with precision beyond her. Her hand grew tight around the leather strap above her head as the pilot maneuvered the transport through the air. The structure began to peer through the smoke and they closed in...however the intensity of enemy fire picked up as well.

"Command--"

Flying low the ship was struck and went down quick with flames spewing out of its side as the wing was damaged. They skittered out of control, and crashed into the one of the buildings, blocks away from their destination. Bouncing from building to building, the vehicle finally hit the ground and skid across the pavement as sparks crawled from underneath the haul of the ship. A moment of silence was full of pouding that gradually increased. Suddenly a foot burst through the metal of the crashed ship, and then a hand. She had survived the crash but the others didn't...

 

[Soeht]

THE SENATE BUILDING ASSAULT​

[member="Aela Talith"], [member="Kyber Salurra"], [member="Adder"], [member="Courts Stisee"]​

The massive Atrium of the Senate was indeed a sniper’s paradise. The vanguard of the 5th Legion suffered from Imperial sharpshooters perched on the hall’s upper levels. Yet just as noted by the attacking 5th, the Senate Building was lightly defended due to a lack of military function or tactical importance. The lack of Imperial defenders versus the nearly six thousand mass of Alliance troops guaranteed the Senate Building’s eventual loss.

The frontline of the 5th Legion obeyed their commander and surged forth. A squad began to rush up another flight of stairs - close to the Senate Chamber. A trio of dark figures - Sith - stood at the top. Just as the the soldiers spotted the Sith, they opened fire. The two acolytes to the side whipped out their lightsabers and batted their blaster fire away.

The figure in the center, Soeht, stretched his right arm out. Arcs of red lightning spewed from his fingertips toward the soldiers. The streaks of lightning seemed to coalesce into a bright, white-hot ball at where the soldiers at stood. Their bodies flew back toward the rest of the 5th.

Then, Soeht spoke out to the gathering enemy. His voice reached out toward those such as [member="Aela Talith"] and [member="Kyber Salurra"] - who were already in the Atrium.

 

[Lassiter]

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Whoever wants to tango.

So much for a quiet day about town. Not that this particular ‘Valley’ had anything to do with quiet, or peaceful for that matter. The skies had long since filled with fighters, the planet been assaulted. Somewhere down the line Sena knew she had to do her part but truth be told her overall opinion on the One Sith had deteriorated down the drain long ago, ever since some of the Vahla took to the skies again, sought out new ventures all throughout the galaxy. As word had reached her of the Alliance making their push for Coruscant she had been torn. This was where the goddess’ temple was, but the people who laid claim to the lands where it was located were hopelessly stagnant. It took a lot out of her to even think back at when the One Sith had the Republic on their knees begging for mercy, and the mercy that had been shown in return. That was when many had known that the end was nigh and the sun was setting on the Empire.

Sena was no ardent follower of the Sith code, but even she knew what the reality of the deal was. Here they stood as another enemy had been allowed to grow in their shadow and strike swiftly enough to scramble the entirety of the government. First on Dulvoyinn, and then in little less than a month later they found themselves struck at their very heart. In reality the half-Vahla pondered where the closest escape shuttle would be but her dedication to the goddess kept her grounded, kneeling to the ground in quiet meditation and contemplation as she held out for the enemy to arrive. The voices in her head, her ever present passengers, allowed her a moment of unusual peace as their usual screams for blood muted themselves into a whisper. There were no storms brewing yet, there was no seeing red. Perhaps it was resignation to fate, perhaps not.

Sena remained kneeling as she let the thoughts collect themselves.

“For the goddess.” She uttered under her breath in waning spirit.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=er-TinIKvCw[/media]

WRETCHES AND KINGS

CORUSCANT: FINANCIAL DISTRICT - STREETS
EQUIPMENT:

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

Lis landed in the middle of the meat of the conflict that plagued [member="Ugohr Poof"]'s front lines and the various mines, One Sith soldiers, and opportunistic Sith. Her twin sabers were still lit, the amber and violet blades drawing much more attention to herself than she'd liked - not that jumping out of a four-story building was going to change that much. Across the street, ducked into an alleyway, were a group of the Sith's soldiers, possibly ten or fifteen, that were patiently waiting - likely preparing to set off a chain of explosives once Ugohr drew near enough - and had only just begun to notice her arrival as she took notice of them.

A lesson in warfare was to make use of every tool available. "Rules" and "fairness" did not exist in war, much to the chagrin of peace-lovers and politicians everywhere. When someone had the force, and they were placed in a life-or-death situation, or in this case war, that meant the use of lethal, if not excessive, force was necessary. In this particular scenario, the moment the soldier closest to the street, having been standing beside rubble that acted like a small barricade, lifted his blaster to pop a shot off at the Vahla, Lisette's right hand rose with almost preternatural awareness of the gunman's intention and deflected a well-placed, but evidently worthless shot nonetheless, while her dominant left hand, saber still in her grip, was thrust towards the direction of her assailant.

Where these clever, but foiled, soldiers had thought to make use of the minefield to rip apart the Alliance's approach, Lisette saw another opportunity. There was no ridiculous or crazy display of the force in such visible, obvious, manners that many Jedi or Sith masters implemented - no massive strike of lightning, nor a telekinetic grip to pull the building down on the soldiers. Instead, she turned the strategy that the men and women that had taken notice of her arrival on its head with one fell push. A push that launched one of the more haphazardly hidden mines into the alley with enough force to have put a hole through a wall.

The result?

Rather than stick around to be treated to shrapnel and the sight of vaporized troops, Lisette had already turned away with her shove and was bound towards the area she had felt the presence of the two Sith earlier. While [member="Abyss"]'s signature had begun to fade, and she'd lost track of just where [member="Clovis Torcularis"] was holed up, the closer she drew the easier it would be. She only hoped that heading towards the general area she'd felt the two earlier was still the same place they would be when she got there.

As for the mine?

Well, within three seconds of being launched into the air the soldiers realized quite quickly what was going to happen. While Lis never got to see if any of them had been extreme enough to try to pop a few shots off at her while she ran towards the center of Coruscant, the sound of blasters striking a building and the subsequent explosion that leveled the two buildings that had been situated on either side of the alley told her that at least one of them had tried just that. Regardless, the conniving group was rendered irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, having been reduced to a mixture of ash and bone shards strewn across a section of rubble, and the Mandalorian was one step closer to engaging Sith in combat.

 

[Aneya Maev]

ABOVE CORUSCANT
SCNN's J-type Star Skiff

---

"Xander, can you bring in the last ship?" Aneya asked, referring to the one and only ship the company didn't have at the battle yet. "The broadcast ships can't keep on sending Team C to the ground. We need somebody to move the reporters between the ships and the ground."

"Aneya, it is extremely risky to do so. Are you sure you can't manage otherwise?" asked the CEO. "It is our last ship -- if we lose others, then at least we would have this one. But if we send it off to mission as well, we might lose all of our ships. I wouldn't take such a risk. It would be better to just interrupt the broadcast for a while to move troops rather than risk sending our back-up ship to the planet."

"Please. We need it," the girl said, looking outside. The planet was under attack, it was obvious now. The Sith did their best to protect it at all costs, as Alliance troops did what they could to liberate it and destroy the darkness that crawled at the Core Worlds.

"Alright," Xander said. "But if we lose it, you will be held accountable for that. You will buy the new ship with your own funds and you will be fired. Pray to all the gods there are and to the Force that you wouldn't lose it."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," the editor-in-chief ended the call, after which the pilot allowed reports to be made once again. All teams were doing great so far. They hadn't really had much of a difficulty and only limited amount of reporters had gotten into trouble. Thankfully, none of them had died yet. Even the whole Team C was doing fine.

"The second drone has found its location. There's like... two people burning the One Sith banner or something. Wicked stuff. We should put that in there," a report came.

---

REPORTER DRONE LOCATIONS:
1st Sparrow Drone - the Black Pyramid | [member="Count Morcus"] & [member="Elaine Thul"]
2nd Sparrow Drone - the Middle City | [member="Alesia Rivas"] & [member="Lukas Krieger"]
3rd Sparrow Drone - pending
4th Sparrow Drone - pending
5th Sparrow Drone - pending

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia was deaf to the sounds of battle raging around them. She'd fallen into a place that only a veteran can fall, deaf to the chaos, blind to the death toll she knew was rising as the battle went on. She had her own mission, her own target and her focus was on this fight and only this fight. She grunted and dropped to one knee as the lightening impacted, charring through the fabric of her trousers. The skin beneath glowed as she absorbed the energy, adding it to her growing stores of energy.

His cry of rage as he spun for her brought a slight smile to her lips. She dropped the bolters, eager to meet him head one to fight toe to toe and let her self fall to the ground leaving him swinging at empty air. Seizing him with the force she threw him over her, using his already powerful momentum to aid his flight. She rolled, coming back up on her knee and to her feet, sliding her beskad from her sheath as she did.

It rolled in her hand, and she beckoned him with a taunting smile.

Somewhere close by, her hybrid, Shadow howled.

[member="Darth Megnentis"]

 

[Sera Inkari]

Location: The Valley of the Jedi Lords. Knelt among ruined pillars, weed covered ground in quiet garden.
Mission: Nothing to See Here.
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"] | [member="Jake Daniels"]

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Open the skies and make real the dream for the Jedi.

​

[member="Jake Daniels"]
​

Sensing another might benefit. Sera’s imagery entered his mind if allowed, only ever receptive in her nature of asking. ~They seek your capture, volcanoes,~ she imparted former visions of superheated prisons of fire, rumor or myth, many talked about such things. One reason she had been drawn here, Kintan's seer saw only weights of probability. Given so that he might better prepare to guide his own fate. To avoid fire, her namesake, Inkari of the burning lake. Drawing her deeper, giving up self identity fully, a danger when she sought to understand all, that she might not return to being one person again. Moisture began to dry from her throat, and so pushing herself, she might light up more readily in their force.​

​

[member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"], and any inside her shuttle!
​

Hitting her like precognitions did. Volcanos. Fire. Drew her to Erebos’s display of superheated answer, sent toward their foretold shuttle. Following their course of events along the wings he sent, and threads to come, reactions were harder to tell on the spot. You just had signs and signals to follow. Those inside were watched forward in great detail, backward, forward, backwards, shadows and echoes lining up to point to strong choices. In doing so she was not immune to being watched herself. If they could focus within their fiery torment on her force signature.

Vivid detail pulled into her focus, as each action happened, another strong echo in the future and their force took its place. Hanging there for [member="Darth Erebos"] to take as he willed, advantage like a second blade. Beneath her eyes her standard sight and senses ceased to discern focus on the real world immediately around her. Relying on her cloaked presence to offer some concealment for what might eventually come, ever ready in her calling.​

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Strong imagery, each vision, one more signal as to where she was. Would it even their considerable odds? Time would tell how long she had and remained undiscovered.​

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

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location-Coruscant-Military District
Allies: [member="Keld Fett"]
Enemies:One Sith
Objective: Establish LZ and Assist!

This was definitely one to remember, blaster fire was going in every direction and Kahne kept himself centered with the force ready and prepared for anything. The Jedi Master's blade moved fluidly as easy as he could remember, while he provided some ongoing distraction and cover for his allies so that they could take out the snipers and those artillery and launchers towards the back. Who wouldn't relish the fact that they had the opportunity to kill a Jedi Master and not try to take that chance. The Jedi's abilities with the force aided him as he sped towards a pillar providing him with cover for a moment as he made his way towards his allies. A small squad of Sith Troopers came upon his right as he sent a force push towards three of them sending them flying back, as he granted himself cover again. He could feel the debris fly just around him as they fired upon the very pillar he was it.

The Jedi raised medium sized piece of rubble in the air launched it in the direction of those few remaining that had approached on his right side. Kahne peered over the brink as it provided the distraction he needed and he charged forwards his blade doing the rest of the week in dispatching those exact soldiers.

Several friendlies made their way over to him as he placed his back against the wall in cover once more. "Sir, my sergeant is looking for you." The first one spoke as he indicated back near the wreckage. "We need to push forward, we will be sitting ducks if we remain here any longer, our losses will be more than our gains."

The Jedi Master moved down as his blade ignited once more and his defense remained in full tact, The Jedi fully on in form of the Art of Soresu. He hardly every changed his stance, unless absolutely necessary. But then again that didn't happen to often. The Jedi Master fought his way over to were the commander was, and he gave him a friendly nod among the chaos around them, kneeling down against a part of the downed wreckage.

"Things could be worse, Sergeant!." Kahne said with a small nod of his head as he glanced back over to those he arrived with and they seemed to be doing alright. Kahne nodded to the captain from his side of the wreckage and showed him a small hand gesture signalling to not let up.

"What's the status report?" The Jedi inquired, he had been out of radio contact for several minutes.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Steps of the Sith Temple
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"]

Long strands of golden hair rippled behind Marcello as he continued his perilous descent towards the ground. While he was indeed much less of a target, it was no easier to conduct the descent alive, dodging and protecting himself from all manner of debris falling from ships exploding above him and the associated weapons fire that reached out to cause such destruction. However, the brilliance of his former apprentice's signature was like a beacon that cut straight through the darkness that practically threatened to suffocate the Naboo native.

There was another, of course, that was familiar enough to Marcello so as to be quite obvious. No amount of atmospheric saturation could keep him from sensing her over rather large distances. She seemed...calm. The years most certainly had changed them both, but Kiskla had been quite young during their days with the Republic. It stood to reason her own journey would yet be much more diverse than his own...not that the lives they lead didn't wear on the body and soul far greater than any element of longevity. That was a cost. No. It was the cost to constantly striving to be what others needed even if not necessarily what others wanted.

Their presence on the grand stage was diminishing though. The pair spent rather increasingly more time on Naboo and Kiffu. It was, after all, where they were needed most these days. An entirely new journey for them both...

In just over a minute, the steps which Ryan had ascended were clearly focused in the narrowed gaze of Marcello. Maneuvering his hands to redirect the air flow over his body, the Jedi Master managed to orient himself upright as he wrestled control of the palpable aura of the Force around him to slow his descent gradually. The closer he drew to the ground, the more intense the effect had to be. It would not do to be found merely floating helplessly over the Valley of the Dark Lords, so Marcello retained a fair amount of his velocity.

Given his proclivity for flight, levitation had drawn a rather immediate interest for Marcello when he was much younger and just beginning his training. Within a couple hundred meters of the ground, Marcello allowed several pulses of invisible energy from his hand to provide just the right amount of cushioning to the seemingly abrupt impact that followed. Allowing his reinforced prosthetic leg to absorb the majority of the initial shock of impact, Marcello allowed his body to collapse into a roll to prevent the shock from eventually traveling all the way up to his upper torso and potentially causing damage.

The Rogue Master sprang from the quick roll with the recently garnished yet still worn-looking cylindrical hilt of his lightsaber. The dark blue blade sprang to life with a snap-hiss the moment Marcello was on his feet. The pontite crystal contained therein immediately cooled the immediate area around the two Jedi and simmered the temperament of the retribution the Force had called them here to bring. It would be folly to think that would diminish the exacting nature of their intensity. There were several signatures approaching. It was not the obvious that ever concerned Marcello.

A brief shift of his glacier-blue eyes revealed the hardened lines of resolve painted over Ryan's face. Long strands of gold hair shifted slightly as Marcello spared a brief glance back in the direction of Kiskla. He sensed that she had her own company to deal with. She could do so without any assistance. Though the last time he'd left her alone with a Sith in the heat of battle...

The Jedi Master released a soft exhale as he lowered his activated weapon to his side casually. He'd not heard Ryan's soliloquy, but he had no words to offer himself. Instead, Marcello advanced with Ryan. Though many emotions had pulsed throughout his body during his arrival...

The past no longer affected him. He focused only on being an instrument of justice.

There is no Emotion.

Spoiler

Soon™

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

WE'RE HERE
VALLEY OF THE DARK LORDS

ALLIES: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

ENEMIES: [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Jake Daniels"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

"Same to you," said Mara with a grin, in response to Kira.

The task force's path led upward now, then ran into a flat slab of new permacrete. Mara drew her sabre and cut it away, then slipped into a maintenance shaft. The magic of instinctive navigation faded away. She'd been sustaining that Force ability, on top of the physical enhancement necessary for the climb, and the concealment of her signature, for some time now. That, and she wasn't half the warrior most of these people were. She squatted against the wall, short of breath, as the rest of the strike team filed in. The sweaty armorweave bunched up in the backs of her knees. She relaxed her qey'tek meditation, and let her Force presence out to stretch. For the first time since they'd left Galactic Alliance space, she was -- apart from passive awareness -- doing absolutely nothing with the Force, and it felt great.

"That way," she said, pointing down the hallway. "Staircase will show up on your right. It'll take you up two stories through the foundation, and drop you right behind the statue of Darth Talon. Don't get distracted." The half-Zeltron empath quirked a grin. "No matter how much some of you like staring at other people's butts."

She took a long, slow breath and let it out, rubbing the back of her neck. "Voidstalker, Sionoma, now's your time to break off. Rest of you...do what you have to do. I'll catch up. Just need a minute."

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Vexen"] [member="Kaili Talith"]
Gear in sig

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“Being nervous is okay --” Micah told his sister, only to grimace as the entire shuttle shoke. Ugh, this was the part that he disliked. It brought back bad memories. Really, the Talith’s had zero luck with ships and crashing. They’d survived two, but even then, Micah wasn’t too keen on the sensation and the thought that perhaps it was his fault one way or another.

By the time they landed, Vex came over and they all gave a collective sigh of relieve. “Yeah, this has only just begun.” he said, unbuckling himself.

“I’d dial up your holodisguise to something local and imperial.” he told her. Meanwhile, Vex and he would be infiltrating through stealth.

“Like i said, it is fine to be nervous.” he told her, his voice slightly cracking through the highly encrypted earwig. “Both Vex and I will be here.”

A nod up ahead and the airlock gave a hiss, the ramp lowering. It will take them a bit to get to the highly secured building in question, but once they were there, they would have to be quick.

“Come on!”

 

[Liliane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpxtuUQ28UM​

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WE'RE HERE
VALLEY OF THE DARK LORDS
ALLIES: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [member="Jake Daniels"] | [member="Lassiter"]

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Lilin had not talked during the little moment of rest they'd had. She was too tired, too anxious and the presence of the Dark Side nexus was unbearable. Her natural corruption inside made her feel her heart aching, her stomach turn and her emotions swing. Would she have talked to anybody during that time, she would have most definitely not managed to keep a friendly attitude.

She had no idea whether her eyes turned yellowish or not during that time and she didn't want to ask anybody -- it would have been too risky as some of them could have misinterpreted the situation and would have thrown her into a magma cell, even though they didn't have a reason to do so. So instead of looking at others, she tried to eat some protein bars and hope that would be enough to keep her going for that day.

When they'd continued the climb, she had ended up in the same place in line as before, and not talking to anybody even then while everybody else made jokes and just had some basic conversations. She couldn't do that.

After the end of the chute, the travel turned a little bit more difficult, as in they had to made their way through the rubble. Not a very pleasant thing, but at least they didn't have to pray for their lives that they wouldn't fall down the chute.

"Rest of you...do what you have to do. I'll catch up. Just need a minute," had Mara said. And Lilin would do as she was told to. She just couldn't wait there and be mentally torn apart by the darkness. Oh goodness, she hated that planet and the huge presence of the Sith. It was terrible. Coruscant was known as the place where the Galactic Republic had lost their greatest Jedi to the Dark Side. And if that were to happen to her as well, she would rather kill herself than be hunted down by the Galactic Alliance.

"You alright?" she would ask from Mara, just to ensure everything was OK. After hearing the answer, though, she would start going the way the girl pointed at.

So... two stories and they would be in the heart of the Sith... Well, that sounded alright. Finally she would get out of there and really start doing things. And maybe if she had more freedom, she would be able to deal with the effects of the nexus. What a horrible thing it was.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allies: [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: [member="Kelon Amadis"]

Allyson was taken into a clothing store, Owen was right as much as she wanted to disagree with him. She grabbed something simple a shirt and a pair of pants. She shot a look towards Owen, despite the creeping pain that started to spread through her body. “Don’t look.” She quickly stripped down and removed the orange jumpsuits. Part of her didn’t trust the shop keeper, but Owen seemed to want to. She gathered her belongings for the most part and fixed her hair. The blaster holster was quickly strapped to her leg and she sighed with a cringe. Every time she breathed she felt as if someone was shoving a knife into her.

She did her best to hide it.

Before she could try and plan a route of escape with Owen, a man decided to step in and try and weasel some wares. Blinking, Allyson tried to figure why the people in these lower levels seemed unaware or possibly they just didn’t care what was going on up on the surface. Allyson had a few credits and she figured if they entertained the man he would eventually go away. “Eh, we have somewhere to be...but what do you have…” It was the their best bet to try and blend. Despite her training and her being told to try and stay in hiding until extraction, Allyson had a short fuse when it came to patience.
Her nose twitched and she rubbed it slightly while she was waiting for the man to show off the things he had brought for them to see.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Approaching Valley of the Dark Lords, a few blocks away.
Objective: Eradicate Galactic Alliance units.
People in Vicinity: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] & many more.
Dance partner: [member="Shmi Labooda"]

Hell, it was about time.

The ecumenopolis that had stood through the test of time, through the test of wars that had become the center of the known galaxy. The seat of power. It was being demolished. A battle such as this one, it was one for the books. The heights of the buildings were tumbling down from destruction. Once the living and working places of Coruscant's, and very well the galaxy's, richest men and women, now the heights had fallen down for the scavengers of the lower levels of the Galaxy's capital.

The Mandalorian did not have the time to contemplate much on the symbolic and philosophical side of this battle and the results of it. His kama was on flames after a Galactic Alliance soldier had lit it. Jori was retreating through an apartment, firing back with his blaster rifle as the squadron of Alliance troops were right behind his heels.

Ripping off the kama, Jori grabbed one of his two thermal detonators and switched it on.

Tight space. Perfect.

"Kark you, folks." The Mandalorian slipped the detonator behind him as he broke through the window tossing himself down from a height of a hundred meters, approximately. Kicking in his grav boots just when the grenade exploded.

Gotcha.

Jori landed safely upon the street but safety in such a battlefield as Coruscant was a luxury that hardly anyone had, the Mandalorian included. His 360 degree visor was what saved him from the incoming crashing ship. Dropping deadweight on the ground, he could feel the whistling wind from the ship's thrust even in his armor.

Finally, after shortly skidding through the street the ship landed. Galactic Alliance dropship. It's backthrusters seemed totally smashed and it seemed that the urban obstacles were what truly helped the ship's 'perfect' landing.

His sensors immediately detected that there was remaining life form and the Mandalorian quickly took cover behind some rubble, his aim and focus concentrated upon the crashed dropship.

Spoiler

If it ain't good enough as a set-up, let me know. I'll edit.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The Works
Coruscant Industrial Sector

Gear: In signature

[member="Darth Ayra"]

The Sith was still coming, but whoever it was still had some distance to travel before they arrived. Her Directorate marines were slowly gaining ground, and several units of the Galactic Alliance had broken through to reinforce her forces. It certainly helped that, apparently, the One Sith weren't caring much about the Works right now. The Alliance was heavily assaulting the more traditional Sith strongholds such as the Valley and the government district, giving her forces plenty of breathing room from Sith reinforcements as of yet.

Still, the enemy had reformed their defenses as best they could. Several sub-stations had been turned into forward firing positions, even one of the hydrosupply stations to the lower levels was turning into the setting of a pitched battle. Sparrow Drones whizzed by, deploying shields on the forward marines as they reloaded their BurstStreaks. Taeli deflected a blaster bolt... then another... a grenade went flying her way but stopped in mid-air before heading back to the Sith soldier who threw it. Shrapnel and flame erupted at his position, disrupting the enemy in front of her personally led men. Bodies fell on both sides, wounded and dead everywhere.

Taeli surged forward, her lightsaber flashing and every time it meant another Sith soldier was out of the game. They were close to pushing into this power station, although she wasn't sure which one it was. They still had a ways to go before they could seize the main hydrosupply control station or the main power stations that diverted power to all Coruscant districts, but she was confident they could reach them eventually... hopefully.

 

[Darth Centax]

Mission: 1, 2, Slam | 1, 2, Chop
Location: Sith Palace Outer Wall
PC Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
NPC Allies - Background Unless Engaged.

Spoiler

Rough Total: 15000/19000 | Civilian Insurgency: 3000
6,300 / 8,000 - 769th Coruscants Own, Skirmishing Stormtroopers
Local Individuals
3,300/ 4,000 - 770th Loyal Sons and Daughters, Heavy Infantry Stormtroopers
Nyx and Mythos Clones
1,600 / 2,000 - 771st Faceless First, Scouts and Recon Stormtroopers
James Justice Clones
3,800 / 5,000 - Sithwatch Militia | Growing Number of Civilians
26/30 AT-AW | 80/90 Blastail–MC1 – 772nd Durasteel Dogs (DuraDogs).
Rohlan Verd Clones
Memorial Wall Defenses - Condition: Scratched | Blastshield Down

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twIG_oxowIo
Nice knife. I'll keep it safe.​

Their difference, she was the warriors warrior, he had yet to drown it out. Feeling every death behind him as personal. Weight of it on the young knight, driving him at her.

Missing with his beam, she took him clean over, already half off the floor from the jump. His own right knee slammed down painfully, left leg sweeping around if she got too close, to bring him to stand, going to knock her back if she moved before he got to his feet. As it was she waited, taunting him with her smile, he winked.

Extending the lightsaber pointedly. Kylath said nothing, just stared her down, beam humming away between them. Metal gauntlets showing the bolt which held them fixed to bone, crushgaunts gripping his saber hilt like a carefully pressured vice, flexing a fraction to show the rage he was running on. Movements of Ataru were exaggerated, flurries and bursts of speed. Looking for quick kills. Lunging the beam lightly forward toward her weapon wrist, he pulled back, like you might see a Makashi fencer doing. Setting her up, or trying.

Beginners Elemental Juyo

Blocking next if she attacked. Then holding. Ice blue eyes behind the visor narrowed a fraction, she'd have to look closely to see his tell behind the black crystalglass. His second light thrust was the real one, thrusting toward her chest proper. Bringing the beam up into a reverse gripped guard, saber pointed up toward her blade, right arm across him, left crushgaunt out flat, in a dangerous fighting guard.


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

NPC Actions:
5th Army Trapped in an Ambush on way to Palace, blasting their way through, literally so with explosives and artillery.
[member="Aneya Maev"]: Helping the GA's media image, future insurgency numbers reduced! -500 Losses.