Bring the Noise! (Corellian League Raid on Corellia)

[Ria Misrani]

Allies: The Corellians; [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='courier new'][SIZE=14px]Elpsis[/FONT] [/SIZE][SIZE=14px]Elaris[/SIZE][SIZE=14px]"] | En Route, [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Pike [/SIZE][SIZE=14px]Alavar"], [member="Cody Bantam"]
Enemies: the One Sith; N/A
Objective: Eliminate Hostiles, Recapture CorSec HQ
Location: CorSec HQ, Rooftop // Secure Drop Sites // Survive the Rooftop

Symara had moved to secure a secondary drop site, bless the pods because they landed in the streets. All she really saw was the impact, the billowing of smoke, dust and the blaster fire that lit up the sky. It was over her scope's range to even try to kiss the shot, so she focused on the contingent of forces pressing down toward the drop site. The door that had been holding the other troopers back was starting to break, and just as she heard and felt something else, someone else had joined her on the roof she looked down her scope and swallowed hard. Wincing through the pain as she knelt down with the rifle's stock to her shoulder. Whatever she had broken or bruised earlier was really starting to hurt, but hey the blood is supposed to stay on the inside right?

She noticed, something blue, blue bolts? Well, they weren't Sith bolts so for now, she figured the third party to be neutral until shown otherwise. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon bring'em closer to mommy." She whispered adjusting her body, she felt the wind kick up a little, chit tickets. She cursed there was now a chance the wind could carry her round and she looked down her scope. The door was breaking down, she could hear it now, the Sith troopers shouting and yelling, and whoever was up here with her, Symara just prayed that they could hold them off just long enough.

The former CorSec sniper could see something else dancing around behind the blue bolts that were firing down the warrens, the narrow alleyways of Coronet were starting to prove frustrating. There were too many buildings in the way that would stop her round, and as the door finally broke down she couldn't wait any longer, "This is from my mother Ralere, one of CorSec's finest," Symara whispered as her finger pressed down on the trigger and she waited for the second slug to pop into the chamber, "and her wife Yssara, my ma."

The third slug over all flew from the barrel chasing down the second one, the second slug flew through a building. Down in the warrens, the buildings were thin and the slug still had enough magnetic acceleration to hit through one Sith Trooper taking him down the slug stayed inside him. The third one followed nearly the same path but the wind caught it and buried it into a building adjacent to him. "Kark!" Symara cursed but turned to see that she had company. Withdrawing her blaster pistol she moved and slung the rifle over her shoulder and began her rapid aim shot, two-three, two-three. Blaster bolts flew past the redhead and dead into two guys. Her knees begged to buckle, and her body more than pleaded for her to stand still, but she ate through the pain, her rage was still seething and her adrenaline was still pumping.

"Hey, Red! Looks like you could use a hand!" She shouts toward the jetpack-wearing young girl she had seen on the ground just moments ago. She bites down as pain tears through her body distracting her just enough for a Sith trooper to get a shot off, it scores across the top of her shoulder burning her flesh as it sears past her neck, just under her ear.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Allies: The Corellian League, [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Shut down enclave defenses

Location: Corellian enclave

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Were the Sith finally realizing that as the Corellian League rained hell down on them. Did they truly think that the Corellian’s would stay beneath their thumb indefinitely? Even Yorin knew better than to think such a thing, the Sith’s rule would only be temporary and now it was time to begin breaking it. The trip from the ruins of his home to the Corellian Enclave would be long enough that Yorin wouldn’t have time to regroup with the other jedi meant to attack the enclave… No matter, he’d simply make sure he was in the prime position to let them in.

Yorin wasn’t a combatant by any stretch of the imagination, or at least he didn’t imagine himself as one. While he had skills and knowledge how to shoot he wasn’t the type to engage a Sith in combat. So he would serve the best way he knew how, as a scientist and an infiltrator. Mid-flight his body could be seen shifting as a Sith officer uniform was manifested on his form. In the matter of seconds Yorin had went from looking like a disgruntled scientist to an Imperial officer. A quick glance into the rearview mirror was all that was needed for Yorin to confirm his new appearance. Just looking at the smug look and the slicked black hair on his head would’ve been enough to turn the polydroxol’s stomach if he had one.

Pulling up to the enclave Yorin was greeted by three Sith acolytes outside the building. Calmness prevailing, he exited the vehicle and walked to them with the all the pompousness fit for an Imperial that had brownnosed their way to the top. “Identification, and reason for being here.” The zabrak acolyte asked a growl in his voice.

“You have the nerve, no the audacity to question me when this planet is under siege! I have half the mind to report to your superiors!” Yorin shouted hoping his act was convincing. When three crimson blades found themselves pointing at him he knew he had done the job right. “Officer Nomar, and I am here to aid in securing the prisoners.” offering the faked Identification and rank insignia. He had been on Corellia for close to two centuries, faking identification had been a common practice.

Spitting on the polydroxol’s shoes, or rather feet the zabrak growled. “Clear.”

“Thank you!” Making his way past the Sith and into the facility Yorin did not drop his appearance. Instead he made sure no one was watching as he made his way to the control room.

 

[Darth Banshee]

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[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

She had some reports, that some have Corellian League personnel had landed, it be good few hours before she ready to destroy the city for good. She was going to use it as weapons test, as she wanted to know what payload was required. Also this world will undoubtedly fall soon enough, so better to test, a dead world with only inhabitants who clung on. She was using some of new freighters, to load everyone in, they would be well looked after.

As sabrina never believed in killing without reason, as it weakens her, and the act of murder.

Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Kitt Solo"] (I don't know where you are or where you're gonna go, so might as well tag you)
Enemies: [member="sabrina"] [member="Flora Burn"]
Objective: Stop Escaping Sith Collaborators
Ship: The Grave Wind

But first priority was making sure none of the Sith on those transports escaped. Anybody leaving now was a "priority asset", a twisted scientist or Sith interrogator or starship engineer that they didn't want compromised. People that the SIth didn't want to lose, but would have to deal with it anyways.

"Transmit our firing solutions to the rest of the League and open fire when ready on the escaping transport with all main batteries. I don't want to give that ship a chance to jump." Flint said, and his gunner responded, opening up fire with the eight Hellbore Cannons on board. With considerably more range than a turbo laser and a travel speed of 20% of the speed of light the transport felt the damage and would nearly immediately dropped it's shields. Cargo transports weren't meant to take that sort of firepower. In another second, and yes, it would be only a second, the ship would be flying debris unless a pretty heavy capital ship was thrown in front of it. Flint suspected The Grave Wind could take the enemy flagship no problem, as long as the Mandalorian Forces and the D'lessio made sure he wasn't the only target for the enemy fleet.

Shouldn't be too bad, as long as the Corellian League didn't encounter any surprises.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kalad Shysa"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Saffron"] + anyone I missed there are lot you

She just got a report on what happened they killed civilians being evacuated, not all where freinds. Some hated the sith, but she evacuating them none the less. She was enraged by it, the raiders where killing the inocent, men women and children. She grimaced and know she was going to kill people, she turned to one of her underlings, and barked an order at him, Livestream what they have done to mandalorian fleet and the wider galaxy. Show what these so called soldiers of light do to civilians, and make sure you show the dead children they just killed. She then began move out, the weapons testing was on schedule. The Ancient Green Jedi home would be destroyed, and so would temple vhal, one was to make sure it would not fall into enemy hands, and the other was out spite. She was unsure what the anti matter would do after the city could be destroyed, so she was getting them out the way as precaution.

Her droids forces started to use the noise make, the bold blaster she was going to give enemies a headache even if she did not shoot them. She was heading out as well, the fury had been found. This ship was her escape route, the droids where on way trip. She was going to find one these murders, and then make them fear her. She was not a happy bunny, she hated civilians being caught up. The fact the enemy deliberately targeted them, made her even angrier. She would soon be on front line, and she would soon be killing these terrorists.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]


In short, the situation was all sorts of karked up. Columns of smoke and dust billowed up into the sky, blaster bolts flew everywhere and roasted human tissue, the wounded screamed to the heavens for deliverance. There was a loud thud when Elpsis' boots touched down upon the roof, for she landed less than gracefully. Blaster bolts flew past the redhead and embedded themselves into two Sith troopers. The door leading to the roof had broken down, company was on the way. The black woman with the wicked sniper rifle looked like she was in poor shape.


Elpsis winced when a blaster bolt grazed her ear, causing a stinging pain, for she had not been smart enough to put on her damn beskar helmet. She could hear the troopers shouting and yelling from downstairs, along with the thumping of boots. "Watch my back, I'll hold them off." This was easier said than done. She had to yell to make herself heard over the crescendo produced by the battle raging all around them.


Streams of flame leapt from her hands just as Sith came charging through. A blaster bolt shooting towards her was caught by Elpsis with her bare hand. The burning sensation was strong, but tutaminis worked in her favour and she managed to absorb the heat. Her crimson lightsabre sprang to life and she stormed forward, hewing down a Sith soldier with brutal ferocity.


However, she heeded the Force's warning too late and was momentarily blinded when there was a sudden flash of light. An invisible hammer sent her sprawling across the ground. She was quick enough to roll and avoid a massive downward cut from an alchemised blade. Their blades clashed and, as her vision cleared, she finally got a good view of her attacker.


The Zabrak's face was obscured by a demonic mask that resembled a death's head, but she knew that aura. "Telsa?" she exclaimed. Her voice was surprised, shocked and strangely childlike. For just a moment she was pulled back into a past that seemed so distant. Back into the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, the Room of a Thousand Fountains, shared pranks and nights spent in detention...and that day when she ran away from the Jedi, the Force, all of it.


"Elpsis?" The Sith seemed to pause as well, not pressing her attack. For just a second or two, her blade seemed to lower. Then her face hardened under her mask and she charged with the ferocity of an enraged Cylix. Sheer instincts took over on both sides. Elpsis got to her feet and parried a stab at her head, but the Sith was unrelenting. She was hard-pressed to block the furious barrage of attacks being launched at her, for she was injured, and neither rested nor a good duellist. As they locked blades, Telsa forced her opponent's weapon down and headbutted her. Elpsis was dazed and staggered back, blood dripping from her broken nose.


Boiling flame emanated from her free hand and embraced the Sith, cooking her armour. Pain radiated through her aura, even as she fed on it in a twisted form of healing. Then a horrible pressure clamped down on Elpsis' neck when the warrior tried to choke her. Elpsis was left gasping for breath as oxygen failed to reach her and she was held in a vicegrip. From below, blaster bolts peppered the roof. The badly scorched Sith curled her fingers into a fist and squeezed tighter, then the redhead poured all her fury into a singular flaming bolt, unleashing a thermic lance like blast that was so bright it was like staring into a white-hot reactor core. It missed the Zabrak's head, but vaporised her glove and melted her hand. Abruptly the chokehold dissipated. Elpsis lunged forward and thrust the tip of her ruby blade into the former Jedi's chest. Then she dropped down to one knee. Telsa's sabre fell out of her grasp and the Zabrak crashed to the floor.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

To young Anzat stretched.

Flopping over onto the be, the small boy rolled over so that his head was hanging off the side of the bed as he watched the holo-cartoons from an upside down perspective. Colorful characters, cast in non-kinetic arrays of photonic light, depicted the story that was unfolding in the timeless story of a human replica droid, rejected by his creator, trying to understand relations between humans and droids, and somehow getting caught up saving the galaxy. All in 22 minute increments of episodic adventuring.

"Sor-Jan, we have resistance in the skies.... Do me a favor... Make them blind, deaf, mute and dumb as my old Aunt Betty.. And don't ask about Aunt Betty... Long story..."

Craning his head back, the child's grey eyes landed on the HoloBoy Advanced on the floor.

Because it belonged on the floor. Along with most of his other stuff. Clothes went on the floor. Toys went on the floor. It was really where just about everything belonged. Except food. But even then, there was a five-second rule.

For a moment, the lazy Jedi pondered which would actually require more work. Reaching for the HoloBoy? Or doing a Force Pull? Eventually, he'd settled on rolling off the bed so that he could just reach the damn thing. "Oof," he uttered, as his body weight came down on the carpet. A moment later, the bed-headed youngling knight was sitting up with the HoloBoy Advanced in hand.

Make the Sith deaf, dumb, and blind? Just what the feth did [member="Julius Sedaire"] think that the boy was working with here? He made hologames!

...all his military contracts had moved out to Laekia.

"You better bring me back something from Corellia..." the boy muttered aloud, partially serious, as he popped up a holographic illustration of the commercial subspace communications resources that were available in the system.

Make them deaf, dumb, and blind...

How do you make a ship deaf, dumb, and blind?

He could try meaconing. That would confuse the navigation and fire control systems, but it would take some time to set up. If he could set it up.

There was a Corellian Broadcast Station communications satellite in orbit. That was probably going to be his best bet. Reaching a hand down into an open bag of crisps, the small Anzat began typing away with his thumbs as he started trying to slice into the satellite's remote operation protocols.

PROGRESS | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective: Corellia, CorSec HQ
Location: C-Net City BABY!
Allies: [member="Tskolo Ree"] | [member="Pike Alavar"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Enemies: TBD -

The Coronel listed to the comms as the watched the rebels unload the last of the pop guns. Think were happening but resistance was light at best. On old military dog he had hoped for a better fight but the only Sith one forces that had come close to them were a few tin cans and a squad or two is infantry. The reports came in of a big beauty that was reported entering the city to help reinforce the beleaguered Sith one troops. As he watched the six-legged monster walk through the streets of c-net city he could only think one thing... I want one...

This was the kinda stuff he was talking about, a well build piece of machinery and he wanted to capture it by any means necessary. So in his mind, it was settled. He was gonna intercept it and make it his own. How he was going to do that was another story but he would leave the details for later.

"OK boys, we had fun playing with the locals but we have a new objective. A heavy armor piece is heading into town not too far from here and we need to capture it. Grab those Sith speeders the rebels offered us and strip those uniforms off the troopers we tangled with a little while ago. I got me a plan..."

As the wheels turned in his head Cody smiled and lit another smoke... This was gonna be fun.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

This time as the troops assembled Julius monitored from planetside the chaos going on up above. He winced when he heard of the destruction of the transport, and then blanched suddenly when a man aboard his own Wanderlust sent him a private comm of a distress beacon, a holo message from an antiquated transponder by the look of the encoding. It had taken Cal and the lad a moment, and when he finally had decoded and descrambled it from interference, they had both decided the Bladesman needed to see it himself. It was looped and packaged with the transmission [member="Darth Banshee"] had made to [member="Titan Kryze"].... And it was very interesting indeed.

"My name is Steve... Steve Long... I'm a Dockyard Hand at Shipping Bay B in New Coronet... I don't know what's going on... Usually the One Sith just mostly let us be, thanks to ATC and the accords... But just earlier a bunch of goons rounded us up, paired us with Sith sympathizers and pushed us onto transports without us having a say... I don't know why... Maybe we're to be sold as slaves or experimented on, you know the stories... Anyway... My wifes name is Lucy, and we have a daughter named Isold... If you hear this, please tell them I lo...."

The transmission cut out, likely when the transport exploded, and the eyes of the Green Jedi grew cold as ice in their blue-grey gaze, anger boiling from him.

Julius was conversational in mando'a thanks to [member="Keira Ticon"], and his few years running with some out in the Outer Rim as a mercenary. So it was easy enough to decipher what was said even without the linguist onboard doing so, but it confirmed who this Sith said she was. And immediately Julius remembered the fact this woman once had some serious heat on her from those she was acting as if she had the support of now. She was making checks her mouth couldn't cash. So with a few taps on his pad, broadbeams went out on every HoloNet connection and comms array he had... A holo of him standing, fury plain on his face...

'The Mandalorian Clans and One Sith are called to Corellia to deal with their traitor tyrant Sabine Kurtass, or [member="Darth Banshee"].... She has broken the accords of Corellia, and proclaims herself as Sith and Mandalorian at once... We will be evacuating casualties off planet in her reign until you lot come clean up your mess..... Sedaire out....Private Fleet Comm Open.... Folks, you just got that wave I know... It's about to get awful crowded in our skies... Do what you do best, and I'm going to play humanitarian until we reach the prisoners. If you need to, won't hold it against you if you leave now or later. Mandalorians and Sith may show up... But I got prisoners to free yet..."

With that said, Julius fired a shot into the air, face cold as stone, and gunned his speeder to the meet up point... Blood called for blood... And his was boiling...

 

[Aerin Kath]

currently: prepping mentally to take on sith guards of the enclave while following [member="Julius Sedaire"] on extremely fast speeder bike

really hope he doesn't crash his speeder, I painted it green and gave it a rebellious bird on it in white and everything... and he'd probably die too... but Jedi are Jedi and he might be fine if he crashed... so really no worries for the boss

Aerin had overheard the transmission and was horrified at what went over it... so he decided to go over a mental inventory to calm himself... while going as fast as he could to catch up to the speeding corellian.

• Custom blaster:check
• Two LCR pistols:check
• IED: check
• Large pack to loot what he could: check

 

[Ria Misrani]

Allies: The Corellians; [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | En Route, [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Pike Alavar"],
Enemies: the One Sith; N/A
Objective: Eliminate Hostiles, Recapture CorSec HQ
Location: CorSec HQ, Rooftop // Secure Drop Sites // Survive the Rooftop

Symara's vision blurred, all she could see were, the brightness of flames jutting forward from the redhead's hands. Her left foot felt weak, and then she stepped forward with her right foot and it too felt weak. Whatever she broke, whatever was bleeding it was taking its toll on her. Without armor, she was feeling the pain of her recklessness earlier. Her neck throbbed with pain, burning from the blaster graze and the smell of burnt flesh wasn't one she was keen on remembering. Her fingers were starting to lose their grip on the blaster pistol she held in her hand so she tried to holster it and missed.

Another step forward felt like moving weights, and then another and her body was starting to fail on her. She looked up to see red blades clashing against one another, but her vision was getting worse it now doubled. It only now just registered as her blaster finished clattering against the rooftop that she could actually be dying. All in the name of vengeance, all in the name of liberation, her hands went to her body but they too felt heavy, but they also felt cold.

Ice cold, she looked to her clothes and pulled at her shirt, and it was dry. She discovered that amid her weapons she had no medical stim, and as her knees buckled to the ground her hands went out in front of her but they failed to keep her weight. "Not here, not now," she swore to herself pulling her body's dead weight across the rooftop as the flashes of light from the two force users battling faded in and around the charred and dead Sith soldiers. Sucking in a breath, she moved one arm up and then the other dragging her now useless legs, legs that were going numb as she kept going.

Symara looked up to see the redhead finish a Zabrak off, if just barely.

Her own fingers were clumsy, fumbling around with the first dead man's armor and packs, she could feel a medical stim rattling in his utility belt. It took her twice as long to get it out and then she had to open it, and doing that was a chore, gasping for breath her hands were cold, and they were shaking, she was shaking, trembling even.

The Corellian managed to get the top into her mouth but struggled to pull it off, cold sweat dripped along her brow as she clenches her teeth into the cap and pulls again, and again until it pops off and then only then is she able to try and move it, but time is working against her as she presses the tip into her flesh, the cold needle feels warm against her skin she's still gasping and her vision is so hazy that she doesn't recognize the face above her.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Arriving in Corellian Space
In space: [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Titan Kryze"]

Inquisition Fleet:

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Torment-class Star Destroyer - The Dormitator - 1000/1000
Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser - The Precursor - 625/625
Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser - The Torquemada - 625/625
Boneshatter-class Frigate - The Tavera - 380/380
Boneshatter-class Frigate - The Enguera - 380/380
Razer-class corvette - The Salas - 186/186
Razer-class corvette - The Nithard - 186/186
Razer-class corvette - The Rocaberti - 186/186
Razer-class corvette - The Serrano - 186/186
Rhak-Skuri Interdiction Cruiser - The Ungoliant - 600/600

"Inquisitor, we will be reaching the Corellian system in just a few moments," Commander Jyniss of the One Sith Navy informed the masked female. He, like many in the One Sith, didn't really like the Inquisitors, but they had orders standing from the Dark Council that Inquisitors and their missions could commandeer what resources they needed. In this case, Eldaah had commandeered Commander Jyniss's entire command to go to the Corellia system. Apparently, the natives were no longer appreciative of the arrangement struck between them and the One Sith when the system became theirs. Unrest had been stirred and a revolt had broken out if initial reports were to be believed.

It was always the Corellians, she mused. The hotblooded and cocky nature that was bred into those who lived in the system meant they loved their independence and their home, and the events that occurred during the Netherworld crisis had only stiffened such resolves. Arceneau Trade Company had begun a massive reconstruction project there, and it had been going apace until now. The Corellians had sensed the One Sith was weakened from Dulvoyinn and Coruscant, and had decided to test the waters.

"Very good, Commander," the modulated female voice replied, staring off into the blue tunnel of hyperspace from the bridge viewports. She wasn't sure what to expect besides the initial reports had some mercenary forces had been in the system when the revolt began. She was curious who was in command of such forces, as she was not aware that a major force of the One Sith was in the system. Most had been pulled back to defend the more important systems and High Command had dubbed Corellia not as important and ATC was allowed to provide the protection.

The tunnel beyond fell away, the stars coming back into focus as the Inquisition task force arrived in system and in formation. The four Razer corvettes were on the outer sides, with the Vanguards on either side of the Torment that was serving as the flagship of this particular force. Behind and slightly below the Torment was the Rhak-Skuri Interdictor and the two Boneshatter frigates that were assigned to protecting that vital ship. The bridge came alive with activity, transponders and ships coming up on the bridge's holographic display table. They had arrived to the rear and port of the mercenary forces that seemed to be taking a slight pounding from an enemy ship to their rear.

"Inquisitor, a broad beam transmission was just sent from the planet," a comm officer called over the hubbub of the task force launching their starfighters.

"Play it, Lieutenant," she replied.

An angry man appeared in front of her, his face full of fury and that typical Corellian-ness.

'The Mandalorian Clans and One Sith are called to Corellia to deal with their traitor tyrant Sabine Kurtass, or [member="Darth Banshee"].... She has broken the accords of Corellia, and proclaims herself as Sith and Mandalorian at once... We will be evacuating casualties off planet in her reign until you lot come clean up your mess..... Sedaire out...'

"How interesting..." she said quietly, pulling out her private datapad. "Commander, have all fighters deployed and begin closing towards the mercenary forces. Tell the Ungoliant to begin firing up their gravity well generators. I want tags on all Corellian allied ships in the system... now."

"Yes, Inquisitor," Commander Jyniss replied, stepping away to oversee her orders. She turned back to the tactical display, scrolling through her datapad. One by one, the Corellian-allied ships were identified by class if they could or marked as a rough equivalent to the ships in the One Sith Naval database. Yes, how very interesting.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The D'Lessio had been at full burn for a while; now it slid through the collapsing mercenary/Sith/Mando formation at top speed. It had passed the near Cobra and left it in the dust; the other wasn't even close just yet, based on their relative speeds and the corvette's need to come from the whole other side of the formation. The game plan had been to drop some ion fire into the back ends of the main ships on the way through, but a metric fethton of hyperspace contacts had just appeared off to starboard. Jorus' Arcona sensor operator burbled something whose key word was interdictor. Now, Jorus could beat an interdictor, and his crew knew it. They also knew that it took focus and prep time, and he had neither to spare. That meant he had to get the D'Lessio out right fething now, or be trapped between the scrambled ships on his left and the new arrivals on his right.

Fortunately, an interdictor's gravity well generator took a little while to spool up. Just as fortunately, there was somewhere else he could be useful. Flint Michigan's Grave Wind, the former flagship of Ashin Varanin, was a modified XoXaan that hit like a Dark Blade, with extreme-range weapons. The Grave Wind was quite a distance from Jorus and the fleet battle, well outside even long-range turbolasers' reach, though probably still within the colossal range of its Hellbore cannons. At the moment, the Grave Wind was busy identifying and targeting collaborator ships.

With no lead-up but a flare in the Force, the D'Lessio flickered away in a precise little microjump, Jorus' bread and butter. It shivered as it plowed through the first microseconds of the interdictor's grav well.

Two seconds later, the attack ship exited hyperspace beside the Grave Wind. This much distance from the Sith fleet made the D'Lessio functionally useless for now. Time to recharge shields and patch up a couple of smoking consoles.

Jorus tapped the comm. "Michigan, this is Merrill. Figured I'd come watch your back for a while. How's the fishing?"

[member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]


"Shoulda known you'd be the death of me one day. You, me, big bang. Always the same, huh? Did you see this in a vision?" Telsa asked hoarsely, coughing up blood. She was already crossing the threshold towards the Netherworld.


"How could you join Sith? We can fix this," Siobhan Kerrigan would not have tried to save the traitor Jedi. She would not have taken the woman's hand and tried to pour her meagre healing ability into the wound. However, Elpsis was not Kerrigan. Her vision had told her she'd fight a Sith here. But not that it would be a former friend. "I'm sorry." The Firemane Knight felt drained, angry and exhausted.


"Did you ever find her? Your real mother."


"Yeah, yeah, I did. She's everything I could've asked for..."


"Good. Happy for..." Then the Zabrak's lips stopped moving and she was dead. Elpsis was left alone and seemed paralysed, but then she finally noticed that the black woman was fighting her own battle against Death's Reapers. That was one person she could actually help. Seeing that she was struggling to inject the med stim, she took ahold of the syringe and helped her push the needle into her flesh.


"It's ok. You'll be fine," she tried to reassure her, sounding a bit frantic. She laid Symara out on the roof so that the sniper didn't jar anything and tried to stop the bleeding by pressing against her wound. "This is Elpsis Elaris. There's a wounded on top of Cor-Sec's top roof. I need a med-evac now," she growled into her comm. She summoned her admittedly meagre ability for Force healing to try and help the soldier.

 

[Titan]

"Um, sir. I think our current opposition was just a scouting fleet." Titan turned around at the sound of the officer's voice. "What do you mean?" He asked and the officer pointed off to the side, where the one Sith fleet had shown up. In force. He walked over to the comm station, " Hey, you guys on the ground. HURRY YOUR BUTTS UP!" Titan yelled, "We are significantely outnumbered here, "The Sith just showed up, in much larger numbers." I don't think we'll be able to hold up indefinently, we have hours at most." He sent the transmission to [member="Julius Sedaire"] on the ground, hopefully this would prove to speed them up. On the bright side he might be able to bring in some reinforcments. But in the meantime, he had heard the transmission, about [member="Darth Banshee"], he then opened the comm channel to her, "Lier, you no longer have my trust." Titan said simply into the comm, he then ordered his men to switch all weapons back to lethal, "It seems we've been decieved." Was all he said. "Sir we have someome requesting evac." An officer piped up. Titan turned and calmly said "We don't have any transports, so, we wait. If we can spare a fighter to bring them here. Do it."

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Elpsis Elaris"]
[member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

 

[Keira Priest]

The call had gone out, and Keira was one of the first to answer. She sat calmly through the broadcast that Thalia had pulled up, sighing quietly and pushing herself to her feet once it ended. "I'm assuming our destination has changed." As if that was even a question. "Reroute us a course to Corellia and let me know before we drop back into realspace. I'm going to change into something fitting for the occasion." This was homecoming, she supposed, though not in the way she had wanted or imagined in the least. Donning her armor and full arsenal of weaponry seemed wrong for a return to her homeworld, but then, there was nothing more Corellian than fighting to take that home back.

"Entering realspace any second." With that she made her way back to the cockpit of the small transport, sitting down once again in the pilot's chair. "Let's see it, then." The first sight that granted her was what appeared to be a scattered fleet, it difficult to tell just who was friend or foe. But she wasn't here for that. "This isn't our fight, up here. Bring us through or around and try and find a landing zone near enough to whatever's going on. I'm going to open up a line with Sedaire and see what we're getting ourselves into." "You mean what you've gotten yourself into. I'm just here to help out." "Whether you like it or not, we're in this together." "Not like I have much of a choice."

A half-smile that was fast disappearing from her features manifested for a brief moment, fading once she had managed to open communications with none other than [member="Julius Sedaire"] himself, "Fancy seeing you here, princess. Mind letting me know where we can rendezvous?" Once the line was cut as she awaited his response Thalia merely gave her a look, materializing as a miniature hologram from the dash of the ship. "Another one of your esteemed friends, I take it?" The AI had never really been impressed with the company she chose to keep. "This one's better than most of them. Besides, I've known him for...a long time." "In my experience, that doesn't mean much."

The vessel shuddered slightly as they landed, the sounds of a warzone immediately assailing her from outside. "Well, we're here." She only rolled her eyes. "Come on, then. We don't have all day." It only took a fraction of a second for Thalia to transfer herself from the ship's computer back to her helmet, and like that they were off, at once outside of the transport and taking in their surroundings. "So, this is where you grew up, huh?" "You could say. Wait until we get to Coronet. I'll have to show you around sometime." It felt good to be home.

 

[Flint Michigan]

Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Kitt Solo"] (Maybe she's tending to the reactor core)
Enemies: [member="sabrina"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Ship: The Grave Wind


"Sir, another fleet just popped out of hyperspace."

"Feth!" He screamed. "Search the Fringe Databases and see if you can find what we're dealing with here. And start re-targeting the Hellbores on the new fleet." He commanded, as the ship turned slightly to face the new incoming fleet.

"I don't have any straight specs but reports indicate the flagship's a carrier, the ship in the back is an Interdictor, the corvettes are anti-fighter and the rest are gun ships." His data analyst yelled to him. Nothing conclusive like how many guns or starfighters, but general stuff. Eldaah's scans on Flint's ship would pull up that it was based off the old Sith Empire Xo'Xaan Class Star Destroyer. Irregularities would also pop up, like why does that ship have so many energy torpedo launchers, but the Xo'Xaan would bring in some hard data.

"See if we can get a firing solution on the Interdictor, and if not open fire on the closet vector we've got to it." Those frigates were close enough to interfere, but neither would last too terribly long against the eight hellbores if they were left to shield the interdictor alone. Meanwhile a small patrol ship came out of hyperspace right next to the Grave Wind and patched through a message. Jorus. That was reassuring.

"Water's getting awful crowded way I see it." Flint said. "You know, if you had a buddy ready to steal one of those things I wouldn't exactly complain." He said, forcing a smile as his weapons officer sent Jorus and Titan the Hellbore's firing solutions right before the energy torpedo gatling gun started firing. Wouldn't want any friendly fire or any of that. They were trying to get to the Interdictor, but those meddlesome frigates would probably get in the way. They'd have to do so quickly though, as Hellbores shot quite a bit faster than turbolasers.


"Hail that the other Corellian League shipper." Flint commanded to his crew, and he was patched to [member="Titan Kryze"]. "Corellian League Ships this is Captain Flint. I know we've got two fleets to deal with right now but we need to get that interdictor that popped up in the second fleet. I'm targeting it now but with those frigates next to it I could use an assist from another angle." Flint said, realizing that he was starting to sound like all those captains he'd served under when he was a fighter pilot ages ago.

Oh how the times had changed.

 

[Flora Burn]

Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Enemy: [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Her ship had good scan of the fast attack corvette that came in, though her formation was now in tatters. Then a new set of hyperspace contact signals, and thank the force it was a sith fleet. She order the frigates to flank her and moved forward at full pace, and the cobra and the fangs, where left behind to do the repairs. Some electronics on The Hood where being replaced, and some people where trying to do some patches on the hull fangs, though it would take time to do so. Most of it was just so they could reopen decks that vented out, the rest would have to wait for dry dock. She sent message to the new sith fleet, the commander of it was her senior This is Commander Burn, of the Banshee, I am acting on behalf of Darth Banshee. She then said I will follow your lead. As she spoke her ship then aimed at The Ship that just at the planet, and moved into long rang of ships and opened fire with The Banshee flanked by, The Scorpion and The Scipio. All forward batteries, fired on it, in hopes they would not be firing at the planet again. the battle had just begun.

Spoiler

The Banshee I.M.D. Tarantula MkI Armament 12/20 Flak 0/20 Def 12/20 Spd/Man 13/13 Shields/Hull 600/600
The Scorpion I.M.D. Boa MkI Armament 16/20 Flak 0/20 Def 16/20 Spd/Man 11/11 Shields/Hull 400/400
The Scipio I.M.D. Boa MkI Armament 16/20 Flak 0/20 Def 16/20 Spd/Man 11/11 Shields/Hull 400/400
Venom I.M.D.Cobra MkI Armament 14/20 Flak 0/20 Def 14/20 Spd/Man 11/8 Shields/Hull 150/150
The Hood I.M.D.Cobra MkI Armament 14/20 Flak 0/20 Def 14/20 Spd/Man 11/8 Shields/Hull 150/150 electronic fires, internal working at 3/4 capacity.
The Saber I.M.D.Fang MkI Armament 6/20 Flak 14/20 Def 14/20 Spd/Man 7/7 Shields/Hull 80/80
The Claw I.M.D.Fang MkI Armament 6/20 Flak 14/20 Def 14/20 Spd/Man 7/7 Shields/Hull 80/60
The Tail I.M.D.Fang MkI Armament 6/20 Flak 14/20 Def 14/20 Spd/Man 7/7 Shields/Hull 80/40

Red Squadron 12x Eagles
Blue Squadron 12x Eagles

 

[Runi Verin]

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[Mav Halo]

[member="Pike Alavar"]​

[SIZE=20pt]Coronet Streets, [/SIZE]CorSec HQ

[SIZE=9pt]The encounter was over as quickly as it had begun; Pike’s skill with a blade making short work of the remaining troopers. Dispatching them with a ruthless and bloody artistry. To an ordinary observer, such graceful butchery might have seemed impressive, yet Kalad only grunted softly as he stepped over one of the fallen corpses. His expression was unreadable behind the darkened t-visor of his helmet, yet there was a discernible disapproval in the way he held himself as he passed her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“<[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]That I did. I don’t remember say get yourself shot in the process, however.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]>” The Mandalorian replied dryly. The streets beyond were abandoned for the moment, although he doubted it would stay that way for very long. These troopers, fresh and green, had been nothing more than the unlucky vanguard. No doubt sent to investigate the landing zone by virtue of being the closest squad to the point of impact. “<[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]You’re lucky there wasn’t another squad coming up behind them.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]>”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He clicked his back teeth twice, his HUD automatically overlaying his surroundings with an ethereal blue hue as it matched them to the city maps the Corellian League had supplied them with. A 96.842% match if the readout was to believed. Even with the usual five percent margin of error, that was truly impressive. You had to wonder how many spies and informants had paid the ultimate price of such reliable and accurate information, however.

“<[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The entrance we want is two more streets over.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]>” Kalad tilted his head to the side, yet kept his gaze fixed on the path before them, searing it into memory before another quick click of his teeth shut the feed off. After a second or two to readjust himself the sudden reversion, he set off at a light sprint once more, gun held low and at the ready for any more unwelcome surprises that awaited them. “<[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]I’d take it as a personal kindness if you tried to make it at least that far without getting your shebs shot off, tayli'bac?[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]>”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The wisdom of poking someone as temperamental as Pike was far from sound, especially when he was expecting her to watch his back when things got really hairy, yet she was the type of person that worked better when irate. (Un)Fortunately, that didn’t take much. [/SIZE]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Allies: The Corellians; [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | En Route, [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Pike Alavar"],
Enemies: the One Sith; N/A
Objective: Eliminate Hostiles, Recapture CorSec HQ
Location: CorSec HQ, Rooftop // Survive the Rooftop

All she heard was Elaris, and felt the syringe plunge into her flesh releasing the much needed medicinal aid into her bloodstream. Symara gasped, her eyes went wide she immediately clutched at her chest. The redhead had moved her flat on her back so she wouldn't hurt anything else in her body, she gestured toward the dead Sith troopers. "More," she whispered in a barely heard tone, rasping, "need." She took a deep breath and exhaled, the stim was definitely working somewhere in her body. They had to get off of the roof or they'd both be dead.

Symara was willing herself to move, but her legs were still numb and she wanted to move but any movement would only counteract the stim. Her hands went to the grenades on her belt, she grabbed the young woman's hand and put one of the frags into it, "door." She mentioned, "all of them." Either the grenades would seriously incapacitate, maim or kill whoever else was coming up those stairs or it would cause enough damage that coming back up those steps from the inside would be impossible without a lot effort. She fumbled for her vibrodagger down toward her boot, "feth." She cursed she needed to be armed just in case, Symara shut her eyes again and gritted her teeth together. The stim was healing but for the love of whiskey, it was burning.

"Drag them here," she also ordered hoping to conceal herself beneath the dead bodies of Sith troopers. Even if they did have medevac no way they were getting here without issue, so in the meantime, they'd have to make do with some good ol' fashioned concealment.

 

[Arage Bao]

Coronet Streets, CorSec HQ
[member="Kalad Shysa"]

<< Shoulda seen the other guy, wermo. >> The streets of Coronet City had quickly devolved into chaotic battle. Out there in the distance she could hear the various exchanges of explosions and gunfire being thrown out in quick succession- this wasn’t a fair battle by any stretch of the imagination.

The Sith were weaker now than at any point in the last decade, but they still had air superiority, heavy guns mounted on iron beasts just waiting to be released against them and the fledgling Corellian movement.

Their pace quickened in that realization; they weren’t here for a protracted battle. It was meant to be a quick operation, swooping in with shock and awe, releasing prisoners and causing as much damage as possible, before disappearing back into the night again. At least for the two of them, they weren’t paid enough to be holed up on Corellia for the next six months to play guerrilla warfare.

...which could be fun, but Pike squashed that thought as soon as it appeared.

They rounded a corner and then another, before suddenly coming face to face with the following scene: four… corellians, lightly-armored and with the biggest weapons being their heavy blasters, facing off against a single AT-ST. Its sheer weight made the ground shake while moving. It reared its head when noticing the resistance…

Pike gripped Kalad’s shoulder hard and pulled him back.

<< Not our fight, cheeka. We ain’t equipped to deal with that monstrosity. >>

Before gesturing towards a side-alley and moving towards it, before the armored vehicle would spot them. Behind them the screams began as the turbolasers of the AT-ST rained down on the streets.

They moved down the alley and rounded another corner… there it was. She exchanged a look with the blank visor, before looking back at the front of the CorSec headquarters. It was partially damaged already, there was movement on the roof- but too far and shadowy to properly make out.

The streets seemed empty for this particular moment, but she knew that didn’t mean much. It could be just the lull of the storm waiting to get a drop on them.

Not that they had a choice in the matter.

The building had their credits: each and every single living head they found would exponentially increase their reward at the end of this, and that was all that mattered. So after a nod to Kalad she started running towards the other side of the street, like a whisper her feet barely made a sound while briefly touching the duracrete- but that was probably because of the cacophony of sound elsewhere.