Invasion Chapter One: Eclipse | Long Live the Empire DE vs GA Coruscant

[Tulan Kor]

Hope, steady, unending hope.




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With: GADF Soldiers l Thirdas Heavenshield l Reima Vitalis
Fighting: DE Troops l Castor E-196
Objective: FIGHT?

Tulan lowered himself into the breach, followed by Castor. They made their way through the ship- Thirdas Heavenshield had made short work of anyone inside, if there was anyone left to put up a fight. The few crewmembers that did make it, weren't bothered by the pair. In fact, they were much more into their own world, putting out fires, and trying to hold together the ship.

Tulan entered the secured bridge, stepping over an unconscious or dead crewmember. He took off his helmet, setting it on one of the nearby consoles. He looked around the bridge, at the Ironsides, Thirdas, and now, Castor. The Ironsides, the GA Commandos, and the others all trained their weapons on Castor, shortly before Tulan stepped in front of them, holding up his hands.

Castor's words were true.

None of the defenses even bothered to recognize him, or engage him. Not a droid, not a turret, not an energy field. Nothing stopped the pair. In fact, Tulan calmly walked, for the most part. So Tulan had no reason to doubt him. That, and-

Tulan trained the man, in a way.

"Thirdas. There's not many escape pods left."

He walked over to the navigation console, redirecting the ship upwards, and confirming the command by walking over to the Captain's area. The ship began to move upwards, if only slightly- the course set previously being deterred. Tulan watched the planet go slowly below them all, his eyes scanning over the horizon.

"Get your men and this man off of this ship. I'll guide it into orbit."

Tulan put up a hand, before Thirdas could say anything.

"That's an order, son. The last one you'll get out of me."

He looked over at Thirdas. Tulan had never made up with his ex-wife, and never had children of his own. But he wished that if he did, they were just like Thirdas. He ran a hand through his hair, stopping to untie the bandana around his head, letting it fall loose into his hands. He calmly walked over, tying it around Thirdas' upper left arm.

"Now go on. There's a lot more fight to be had. I'll find a way off of this thing before it all goes to shit. But I'm getting it into orbit first."

He looked over at Castor, blinking. Unsure of what to say. But he needed to say something.

"Thank you, soldier. You're a good man. Go with these Commandos, they'll get you home."

He reached out, to shake his hand. Castor deserved that much, and more. Tulan wondered what he deserved. If he deserved anything. Or if this was going to be his penance for all the wrong he did in his life.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

L O N G_L I V E_T H E_E M P I R E
Chapter One : Eclipse

DARK EMPIRE
CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

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As he stood there infront of the entrance leading into the bridge flanked by his men, Sularen watched as the pair of Jedi made quick work of their opposition by dismantling the electron barriers, killing one of Sularen's Sovereign Protectors before they could make a move and then moving forth to knock out and disarm the remaining troopers all in a few seconds before the Grand Admiral could react. As the Grand Admiral stood there now facing the pair of Jedi alone with no support he slowly began reaching towards his own pistol before the younger Jedi at the rear threw a few objects into the air which exploded creating a cloud of powdery smoke which the Jedi soon directed against the Grand Admiral, creating a small vortex and enveloping Sularen with the substance before he could react.

Taken aback by such a move, the Grand Admiral soon found himself coughing as his entire body was covered by the dust before using his mechanical arm to swipe some of the dust off of his uniform and inspecting it before coughing again. "What...kind of Jedi devilry is this?" he asked, before coughing again. Instinctively, the Grand Admiral pulled out his rail pistol unwilling to let the Jedi pull off any further surprises. "Regardless of whatever trick you pulled it won't work." Sularen continued. "This ends here." he said ready to pull the trigger. As Sularen prepared to fire his weapon, one of his operatives appeared behind him informing him of the outcome of the Battle in Hangar-15, which gave the Grand Admiral some relief.

With two Jedi standing infront of Sularen and the other Operatives there was no time for any detailed explanation. The only thing standing between the Jedi and the bridge was them and it was imperative that the Jedi would not be let into that room. "You and your men handle the Padawan. The Master is mine" the Grand Admiral ordered before taking aim at the Jedi, ready to open fire. However almost suddenly, the Predator shook as multiple explosions struck the portside engines, which nearly threw the Grand Admiral off-balance just as he fired a shot at the Jedi Master.

Before long, the INV Predator the decades-long flagship of Grand Admiral Sularen began to plumet towards the cityscape of Coruscant below.

Tags [GA] | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Aether of the Iron Order | Lossa Aureus | Pal Veda | DM Player-Slayer
Tags [DE] | Abraxas Colt

 

[Wedge Draav]

"FLYBOY"
"Revenant One"
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Commander,Revenant Squadron
Captain Wedge Draav
10th Sector Armada
Piloting: Jet-Black X-Wing
Flight Group: Reima Vitalis (HUMINA HUMINA HUMINA) l Shar Sieu l Addison Porte l Amelia von Sorenn (Wedge want uppies) l Pal Veda - PAL VEDA????
Engaging: Wilhelm Vonreg

It's all gonna be okay.



Out of the two pilots that went into the storm above the Jedi temple.

Two men went in.

Both flew as best as they could.

But only Wedge came out.

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Wedge pulled hard on the throttle, the controls not responding. His X-wing was barely limping along- an engine out, a broken off. He wasn't going to keep altitude much longer. He looked down at his torso, bleeding onto his lap. A piece of shrapnel had cut through the fuselage and into his side. He grit his teeth and pulled on the stick.

It wasn't responding. Not anymore. His S-foils were locked. He was losing blood. He pulled his mask off, feeling his X-wing descend.

No, not like this. Not here.

No, he'd die in a few decades, surrounded by kids, in-laws that he may or may not like, green fields, blue skies, and people he loved. Not here, no. Not in a cockpit. He may have lived his life in a cockpit, but he damn sure wasn't going to die in one. He sat up, ignoring the pain, the dizziness. Coruscant had lots of long straightaways. Massive steel structures, flat, with no pedestrians. Perfect for a crash landing.

He thumbed his radio, trying to get a signal out.

"This is Revenant Actual. Turning on emergency transponder now... please send medics and rescue to my location when I stop. Hard landing... please pray for me." ​

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He closed his eyes, dipping the X-wing downwards. He hoped the Force, the thing the Jedi always talked about, would help him here. His nose went down rapidly, screeching against the sky. He pulled hard back on the throttle, slowing himself down. He put the flaps up on his wings- trying to take as much speed as he could out of his descent. He came down in a hill-like pattern, creating the most drag in the shortest possible amount of time.

His X-wing came screeching across the ruined battlefield. There weren't any soldiers really fighting anymore- the massive ship's dust cloud had mostly dissipated since it's arrival, but the fight was over. Everyone was just trying to survive now. For the most part. He looked up at the sky, the towering buildings getting taller as he descended. He had to live. If Reima didn't-

He pushed such thoughts aside.

Reima had to live.

Because he wanted to live too. And if she didn't-

He turned his head back to the task at hand, the long straight-away, littered with burnt out tanks, corpses. He breathed heavily, his landing gear not responding. Wedge's black X-wing that had taken him from every corner of the galaxy to the next screeched. It was his last flight with the old girl- and maybe his last ever, if the landing didn't stick. He was feet above the ground, soaring. Speed still being taken out.

One of his wings clipped a burnt-out Sith tank, sending him crashing earlier than expected. Metal met metal and concrete, slamming down hard. He jerked his body back, his harness catching a majority of the G-forces from the impact. But still- that hurt. He let out a scream, slamming his body forward. He let go of the throttle- no use now. His X-wing spun out, digging roughly two feet into concrete and metal with the skid and impact. He came to a stop finally.

He looked up, a glass cracked cockpit.

He was looking at the sky, not going up to it.

He was too weak to do anything other than smile, blood, dirt, ash and sweat covering his face. He laughed a little bit, before leaning over. He was tired.

He just needed to take a brief re-

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[Castor E-196]

GOOD_SOLDIERS_FOLLOW_ORDERS

Master Sergeant Castor E-196
SpecNav Commando Group Three; Attached to Task Force Vader, aboard the INV Predator falling through Coruscant's atmosphere towards the Eclipse III​

Objective: Repel Boarders Survive, Reorient
Tags:
GA enemies Tulan Kor Thirdas Heavenshield Reima Vitalis [/S]

They made their way through the corridors quickly, past the crew of the ship. They'd reached the bridge, trying to reprogram the Eclipse

"Get your men and this man off of this ship. I'll guide it into orbit."

"Wait, you don't have to, I-" What was he to say? That he had the clearance codes to delay any countermand from remote stations? That if someone came in they would think twice before shooting?

But that wasn't the point, was it? He needed to... make amends. With the universe. But Castor understood the kind of man Tulan was. His was not the type to let another take his place as a sacrifice. There was no convincing him. Not unless Castor really wanted to force the issue. And given their earlier fight- for once, the commando did not think he could reliably win it.

He looked over at Castor, blinking. Unsure of what to say. But he needed to say something.

"Thank you, soldier. You're a good man. Go with these Commandos, they'll get you home."

He reached out, to shake his hand. Castor deserved that much, and more. Tulan wondered what he deserved. If he deserved anything. Or if this was going to be his penance for all the wrong he did in his life.

He returned the gesture, shaking Tulan's hand. Castor did not know what to say, or how to feel about this... strange turn of events.

"Thank you. If you need me to break anything on the way out, say the word. After all, I learnt from the best. And just in case you need it-" Castor transmitted the clearance codes to Tulan's armour databank, just in case the latter needed to access anything restricted.

 

[Shar Sieu]

R E V E N A N T // L I V E S

Flight Lieutenant Shar 'Skids' Sieu
Revenant Squadron, 10th Sector Armada​

Location: Skies of Coruscant
Objective: SEEK AND DESTORY
Equipment: Alliance-Blue X-wing Starfighter
Callsign: Revenant Four

ALLIES:
//REVENANT// || One - Wedge Draav || Six - Addison Porte || Eight - Djikra Elnev || Twelve - Reima Vitalis ||

ENEMIES:
//CRIMSON// Wilhelm Vonreg
//SHADOW//Soontir Barvel

A TIE fireballed in front of Shar as he pulled hard back- grimacing at the G-strain. Third TIE today, but it was not enough. Especially when that damned Battlecruiser showed up.

He banked and levelled off, head on a swivel, searching for more eyes. The Battlecruiser was getting pounded, but here and there ground fire was blasting it from below even as it ascended.

<<Revenant Four to any friendly flyers- we gotta neutralise that thing. Suggest targeting its guns.>>

Shar dove in, checking his power gauges on the cannons. The TX-05 had heavy firepower- not on the level of bombers or assault craft, but enough rain hell on the Eclipse, and enough to rake its broadside turrets. Its sleek hull and stygian-black alloy seemed to drink the light from its surroundings, but the Gossam pilot could make out the shapes of its turbolasers and and mass driver batteries.

The astromech bleeped a warning.

"Yeah, I see them. Those TIEs won't be much trouble during our first pass, but after... I think I can shake them off. Prep the torpedo tubes!"

The X-Wing rolled over and dove, screaming through the sky. Point defence cannons opened up, streams of lasers whizzing past Shar. A couple of hits splashed across his deflectors, kicking up warnings on his HUD even as Shar activated his targeting computer for the proton torpedoes.

"Shields front and all the rest to engine- we're going in fast!" The TIEs he spotted were chasing, but they wouldn't catch up until he pulled away from the dive. Just enough time.

The distance closed, the looming ship filling more and more of his view. At the optimal range bracket, Shar opened fire with his laser cannons, blasting several ancillary gun turrets and targeting arrays with strafing fire. The targeting computer rang twice as the torpedoes locked on to a set of shielded turbolaser batteries dead ahead.

Shar thumbed the stick, letting loose with four torpedoes, and yanked back, gasping for air as the G-forces pulled hard. He could hear the explosions dully through his headset, and even feel it as the shockwave of the detonations buffeted his craft- no aural simulations here in atmosphere, this was the real deal.

The astromech bleeped again.

"Shields rear!" Shar strained to say and put the X-wing in a pitch and roll, slipping over the edge of the Battlecruiser and to its underside. Point defence cannons swivelled to fire on the X-Wing skimming the underside of the Eclipse as the TIEs gave chase.

Shar cut engine power, letting gravity haul the snubfighter down. The TIEs overshot, unprepared with the sudden change in vector. He only needed a second before putting power back into the engines, roaring to life. The TX-05 was durable, enough to withstand the extreme directional accelerations in the maneuver, and yet nimble enough to adjust its heading so Shar could pitch up and fire upon the TIEs that now floated into view. The TIEs could not say the same, especially in atmo.

"Locked on!" Shar fired his cannons, scything apart the first TIE that flew into his cone of fire. The other two reacted well, at least, splitting and turning down and away as Shar's X-Wing sluggishly accelerated out of the sudden power cut.

Then it hit him- twice, in fact. The point defence cannons on the belly of the Eclipse slew around and fired, and two separate streams of ionised gas smashed into Shar's rear shields, breaking through and setting fire to his rear stabilisers.

"Steady on, steady on." Shar worked the console furiously, manually adjusting auxilliary power while the astromech rerouted avionics. The X-Wing was beginning to lose altitude.

At least we're out of range of their close-range cannons.

After a stomach-churning few seconds, the fighter gained enough power to right itself again, the smoke trail leading from its rear the only immediate evidence of damage.

Shar looked around for the TIEs when he heard the call.

"This is Revenant Actual. Turning on emergency transponder now... please send medics and rescue to my location when I stop. Hard landing... please pray for me."

<<Revenant Four to Lead, I have your signal. Conducting CAP over SAR zone now.>> There was no way Shar would let another Revenant leader die on his watch.

Bruised but unbroken, Shar's alliance-blue X-Wing soared over the battlefield, the Gossam pilot's eyes firmly locked on Wedge's falling ship. It hit the ground hard, skid, and flipped as it clipped debris, causing an involuntary grimace. But he could not watch- TIEs were incoming, and they were out for blood, diving to strafe the downed craft. Rage welled within him- what more did these monsters want? He thumbed the open, unencrypted channel.

<<HEY ASSHOLES. PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!>>​

And Revenant Four gave chase, laser cannons ablaze as he cut through the TIE hunters. He would fly for the rest of the day, even as his craft began to lose power, as his shields dwindled, as his cannons begin to scorch; a murderous blue-black crow circling high above the battlefield, keeping watch over his downed commander.

A wrathful, undying Revenant on the prowl for vengeance.​

THREAD EXIT

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Ironsides Irregulars [X]
Team Members [X]
Italic means helmet is being worn.

Objective: ABANDON SHIP
With: Tulan Kor Castor E-196 | NJO | GADF
Against: Open | DE

With the bridge breached and secured, Thirdas let Tulan know as much whilst Pac, Hak'ken, and Cain all did their damndest to get the ship controls under control and attempt to divert its plotted course away from Coruscant. Whoever engineered the massive behemoth clearly had taken precautions against such actions, with the vast majority of controls being locked behind firewalls and cyphers. While Cain sliced into the computer system, Pac dived into the hardware to re-route power to controls, and Hak'ken took the helm.

By the time real progress had been made, Tulan arrived ahead of someone he figured for a prisoner of war, except there were no bonds restricting him. Clearly, this was the same man that had attacked Tulan just minutes earlier?

He raised his weapon, as did his fellow Ironsides outside of those whose talents were needed elsewhere. Yet Tulan stepped in front of the lone Imp soldier, giving his oldest living student the only indication he needed to order the others to lower their weapons.

"Navigations up and running, Chief," reported Hak'ken over by the helm, having just gained control through the combined efforts of Pac and Cain. "Then get this hunk of junk away from Coru—"

He watched as Tulan stepped over to the controls, taking matters into his own hands. His reasons became all too clear soon enough. Thirdas removed his helmet.

"Gunny—" He was cut off through the sharp raising of a hand. Thirdas stared incredulously at the man he'd effectively known his entire adult life. What he said was madness. "What? No. Of course not! We're not just gonna leave you here," he said, trying to tell him as much. "I'm not gonna—"

When Tulan quietly removed his bandana and tied it around Thirdas' arm, he realised there was no going back and a heaviness formed in his chest. Before the man could turn away, his hand shot out to grab on to Tulan's armour, wherever it might find purchase. He wanted to look upon him for what could be the last time.

Tulan Kor was a hardass — a drill instructor of infamous wrath when witness to poor discipline or simple incompetence. The harshest of taskmasters, whose expectations in his fellow soldiers were outdone only by those he imposed upon himself. He was a stalwart soldier, having fought with and against Jedi, Sith, and pretty much everything in between. He was fearless, ruthless, and sometimes heartless.

The galaxy would never know what Thirdas knew about the man. That he was more than that. That he was a good man, deep down, and that he was his friend. His brother in all but blood.

"It's been an honour, Gunnery Sergeant," the recruit raised his hand in salute, echoing their first meeting in another life as his vision became blurred, soon eased by the shedding of tears. He smiled. There was no joy behind that smile, but there was love.

"I'll find Nida Perl and try some of that peace you wanted for me. You come visit sometime, yeah?"

Tearing himself away from his oldest living battle-brother, Chief Ironside gave the order to abandon the bridge and head for the escape pods, bringing Castor along. With all the internal defensive measures disabled, nothing would impede their progress.

Making certain every man made it aboard the few remaining pods, Thirdas was the last to step off the Eclipse III.

 

[Reima Vitalis]

"DUCHESS"
"Revenant Twelve"
"Striker One"
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Revenant Squadron
Flight Officer Reima Vitalis
10th Sector Armada
Piloting: Jet-Black X-Wing Aether GS-01

KNIFE EDGE

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The distress signal came in, tugging at Reima in a way she couldn't describe. She had never heard Wedge Draav afraid -- really afraid. There was something there, some kind of tie between them, something that lived in the space between their duty as officers in Revenant Squadron. The running jokes about his mustache and her posh accent and who had survived what at CERE training and volleyball, the kind of comfortable short-hand that grew between squadmates and friends -- they were all part of it, a kind of pressure that Reima had tried to ignore. It was her duty to ignore it. It was what was right and proper.

But she couldn't ignore it now.

"We've done all we can here," Reima told Max, her voice dull. The truth was she ached, and she tasted blood. Something was wrong, but there was more to be done. She gazed through the viewport at the half-finished, half-ruined Eclipse-III, her dark eyes swimming. She had delivered men there to their probable deaths; had it been the right thing? "Be on the lookout for enemy craft on a heading three six one. I'm going after that distress call."

Max didn't argue. Reima set the Aether GS-01 down next to the skidding streak left by Wedge's fighter as it came to its halt. Reima hauled herself out of the craft with some difficulty -- what was that pain in her chest, her side? -- and went down the ladder with as much alacrity as she could manage, and picked her way through the debris field. "Help me," she barked hoarsely at Max, who was hot on her heels. He boosted her onto the mangled wing of the fighter and she clambered across to the fuselage.

Revenant One looked like he'd been through hell. Reima hesitated a moment, then found the emergency release and yanked it. The cockpit canopy came loose, but barely, and she had to pry it open with her feet. "The bean counters are not going to like this," she muttered on a deranged giggle. "Cap -- can you hear me?" Her eyes traveled down him, from his battered helmet, past that ludicrous mustache, down to his torso, stained crimson.

No. No, no, no -- "Max! Get the medical kit -- now!"

Automatically recalling their survival training, Reima put her hands to the blood, seeking first to discover the wound and then to put pressure on it. But she couldn't, because the wound was parts of his control console sticking out of his gut. To staunch the bleeding she'd have to get him out of there. Max returned and together they levered Wedge out of the cockpit, laying him as flat as they could on concrete. Reima pulled what she could see of the shrapnel out of his abdomen carefully while Max prepped the kit, and the pair of them wrapped Captain Draav's injuries tightly, keeping pressure on his wound. They applied synthskin and bacta but both would only do so much; Wedge needed medical attention beyond the capabilities of two fighter pilots -- and soon.

She thought working on Wedge was the reason she could taste and smell blood so strongly. It almost made her gag. But once they had gotten Wedge off the craft and carried him towards the Aether GS-01, Reima doubled over, coughing into her elbow. She recoiled when she saw the telltale sign of blood. She straightened, feeling woozy, and put a bloody hand to the Aether to steady herself. "You -- you've got to fly him back," she told Max. "And come back for me."

"Reima -- "

"You gotta," she insisted breathlessly. "I'm seeing spots, Max, I can't. I can't." This was worse than a setback to the pilot; it was a failure.

"I'm not going to do that, Flight Lieutenant. You look like hell." Max studied his pilot, glancing between her and Draav, laid out on an emergency stretcher. Without her there was no way to get him into the gunner's seat. "I've got an idea." He went back to the ruined X-Wing and returned a few moments later with the crash webbing.

Reima looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun with a hand, inadvertently smearing blood on her forehead and brow. She wheezed an exhausted laugh. "Oh, Max. You're joking."

Max was not, in fact, joking.

Wedge Draav​

 

[Tulan Kor]

Despite everything you wanted in life- it ends.

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"I'll always be around, kid."

Tulan couldn't say much else as Thirdas left the room.

What was there to say? He wanted to write a letter, pen a speech. Wanted to tell everyone how good he had it at the end.

He looked out the viewport, cracked, damaged. Fire and damage reports flashed on every screen as the ship accelerated further into the atmosphere. He touched the glass, seeing Thirdas and the company depart, the last of the escape pods jettisoning out.

There was no getting out for Tulan. What remained of the crew, and the Commandos had taken the last hope of escape for him. He preferred it that way- every life he saved today was more valuable than his. He was an old man now. In ten years, he'd be almost 70, and a lifetime of bodies and death to show for it.

Going out saving people? Saving lives, instead of taking them? Well. He could get used to that.

He took a deep breath, watching the heat build up against the energy shields, what was left of them. He walked over to the command console- and deactivated the shields. The Eclipse was safely above atmosphere now, and even if the Alliance disabled or destroyed it, it'd be a lot safer to do so. Much safer. He looked down at the planet.

He looked out the window. It was getting hot. Very hot. And the air was getting thin. Life support systems were failing. Redundant power was failing. He walked over to the Captain's chair... sitting.

Just sitting down.

Tulan hadn't just sat down in years.

He watched the planet get smaller, the curvature of the planet getting more apparent as it got higher and higher. He saw the Alliance and Allied cruisers move into attack vectors. He had a twinge of fear- more than a twinge. Tulan pushed back tears, regret filling his body. He wanted to do so much with his life. He wanted so much more. He cried, realizing that this was in fact, it.

Would it hurt? Would there be a lot of pain? He didn't have anyone waiting for him. No wife, no kids. Nothing. He looked over at his Communicator, pressing it idly, hoping for a response.

And after a few moments, Tulan watched a flash of light from the Alliance ships. He watched, blue eyes staring at the incoming beam of light coming right for the unshielded bri-

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[Wedge Draav]

"FLYBOY"
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Commander,Revenant Squadron
Captain Wedge Draav
10th Sector Armada
Piloting: Jet-Black X-Wing (not anymore)
Reima Vitalis



Wedge looked up at the sky.

"Holy shit."

He was looking up at the sky, out of a cockpit. And his torso hurt. Good heavens, it hurt badly. He looked up, down, at his feet. On a stretcher. Good. No Stormtroopers or Imperials. Also good. He looked over.

And smiled.

Because when he saw Reima, everything he seemed to be going alright. He took his right hand, reaching out and grasping at her sleeve, as much strength as he could muster. He felt that pain in his stomach- that was going to be a lot of surgeries and synthflesh sooner.

"Hey pretty lady. Nice to see you here."

He said with that stupid grin of his, before he fell back on the stretcher. He was smiling still, watching the Imperials retreat and be pushed back out of the skies. He was happy for a lot of reasons, but chief among them. That she, and she especially, didn't die in that Skyscraper. No, she came back to the fight, and back to him.

Good lord she was hot hot.

"What a day. What a day."

His hand slipped down, grasping hers for a moment. He rolled his head to the other side, giving her a "just one moment" signal with his hand, then promptly passed back out. But he passed out with that stupid grin on his face. Safe to say-

Wedge was going to be okay.

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[Braze]

L O N G_L I V E_T H E_E M P I R E
Chapter One : Eclipse

DARK EMPIRE
CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

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As he stood there infront of the entrance leading into the bridge flanked by his men, Sularen watched as the pair of Jedi made quick work of their opposition by dismantling the electron barriers, killing one of Sularen's Sovereign Protectors before they could make a move and then moving forth to knock out and disarm the remaining troopers all in a few seconds before the Grand Admiral could react. As the Grand Admiral stood there now facing the pair of Jedi alone with no support he slowly began reaching towards his own pistol before the younger Jedi at the rear threw a few objects into the air which exploded creating a cloud of powdery smoke which the Jedi soon directed against the Grand Admiral, creating a small vortex and enveloping Sularen with the substance before he could react.

Taken aback by such a move, the Grand Admiral soon found himself coughing as his entire body was covered by the dust before using his mechanical arm to swipe some of the dust off of his uniform and inspecting it before coughing again. "What...kind of Jedi devilry is this?" he asked, before coughing again. Instinctively, the Grand Admiral pulled out his rail pistol unwilling to let the Jedi pull off any further surprises. "Regardless of whatever trick you pulled it won't work." Sularen continued. "This ends here." he said ready to pull the trigger. As Sularen prepared to fire his weapon, one of his operatives appeared behind him informing him of the outcome of the Battle in Hangar-15, which gave the Grand Admiral some relief.

With two Jedi standing infront of Sularen and the other Operatives there was no time for any detailed explanation. The only thing standing between the Jedi and the bridge was them and it was imperative that the Jedi would not be let into that room. "You and your men handle the Padawan. The Master is mine" the Grand Admiral ordered before taking aim at the Jedi, ready to open fire. However almost suddenly, the Predator shook as multiple explosions struck the portside engines, which nearly threw the Grand Admiral off-balance just as he fired a shot at the Jedi Master.

Before long, the INV Predator the decades-long flagship of Grand Admiral Sularen began to plumet towards the cityscape of Coruscant below.

Tags [GA] | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Aether of the Iron Order | Lossa Aureus | Pal Veda | DM Player-Slayer
Tags [DE] | Abraxas Colt

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Tags:

[DE] Castor E-196 | Marlon Sularen ​

[GA] Braze | Jasper Kai'el | Pal Veda ​

Objective 1: Eclipse
Location: Aboard the INV Predator
Post Theme: Mile High Club [x]

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<"Admiral Sularen, do you copy?"> Abraxas called over the comlink. Another violent rumble slid his footing but he recovered quickly. Comms were dropping in and out all across the Predator as Alliance strafing runs barraged the hull from all sides. The Grand Admiral's flagship couldn't hold out much longer like this, but that was a separate issue to consider; at present, his orders were to keep Marlon Sularen alive, and he wasn't responding. <"Admiral, this is Darkstar. We're nearing the bridge now, do you copy?"> He was answered only by silence.

Brax's boots pounded as he rushed through the corridor, eventually coming upon not only the Grand Admiral, but Jasper Kai'el and his Padawan, too. From their position behind the pair of Jedi, Darkstar and the pair of surviving storm commandos watched as a vicious duel erupted between them and the Sith Protectors who'd been assembled to defend Sularen. In the heat of the fight, the commandos made their move.

"Split to either side, lay down fire!" Brax commanded. He looked down his own sights and line up a well-placed blast with the Firepuncher's alternate-fire mode, launching a flaming shot aimed right in front of Braze with the intent to distance him from his Master.

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Spoiler

TAGS: Abraxas Colt Jasper Kai'el Marlon Sularen

Gear

Sabers: Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] | Sentry [Parrying Dagger] | Requiem [Light Foil] | Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] Twilight [Polearm] | Nightshade [Throwing Knives]

Crystals: Amplification | Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare

Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Guns & Bows: Fang | G.O.O. Gun
Thowing : GA- E.G.G.S. x3 | Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 | G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 | , C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |, WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5


Equipped Gear: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace -Left Arm | FFS- Utility Belt | Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask | ]

Other Items: | Survival Kit | 5 Lbs bag of Thermite

Ships: Ashwing - Starfighter

Chapter One:
Eclipse

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The deck of the INV Predator lurched violently as explosions rocked the portside engines. Braze staggered but quickly regained his footing, his chalcedony teal lightsaber humming as he positioned himself to defend his Master, Jasper Kai'el.


"Master, I've got your back!" Braze shouted. He turned slightly to ensure Jasper was protected while keeping his focus locked on Abraxas.

"Split to either side, lay down fire!" Brax commanded. He looked down his own sights and line up a well-placed blast with the Firepuncher's alternate-fire mode, launching a flaming shot aimed right in front of Braze with the intent to distance him from his Master.

Another violent jolt shook the ship, causing Braze to stumble once more. He gritted his teeth, using the Force to steady himself as Abraxas advanced. Flames erupted behind him, but they didn't worry Braze. Drawing upon the Force, he manipulated the fire, causing it to grow hotter and shift to a vibrant blue. The fiery barrier sprang to life, separating his Master from Abraxas.

"You're not getting past me," Braze said, his voice steady and resolute. He pushed a hand outward, attempting to shove Abraxas back with a well-timed Force push, in an attempt to buy him some precious seconds of time.

In a fluid motion, a second blade hummed to life in his off-hand—a smaller lightsaber with a bluish-purple hue and three prongs. Meanwhile, a third, larger lightsaber with a cross-guard of vibrant blue hues floated telekinetically beside him. The three blades flourished and spun as Braze adopted a defensive stance, ready to deflect any incoming shots.

The fiery wall behind him illuminated the scene, casting a surreal glow. Braze stood firm, his presence a formidable barrier. Suddenly, the blue phoenix fire symbolism on his armor and tabard made perfect sense, signifying his mastery over this element.

With the ship's descent growing more erratic, Braze's staunch resolve remained unshaken. He was prepared to defend this position, ensuring that Abraxas would not reach his Master or the Admiral. He would hold this line.

 

[Nyles Kote]

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Friendly Units:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut (flagship) 95 | 100
  • Tra'ibahikan Squadron is occupying the hangar space of a single SMF-04 Kyr'galaar-class Stealth Multi-role Fighter squadron.

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Solus 87 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika T'ad 75 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Ehn 67 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Cuir 92 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 88 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Resol 77 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika E'tad 65 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Sh'ehn 75 | 100

• HB-01 Adenn Kyr'am-class Heavy Battlecarrier Gra'tua 98 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• HB-01 Adenn Kyr'am-class Heavy Battlecarrier Verdyc 99 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• B-02 Ara'novor-class Battlecarrier Ara'novor 93 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• B-02 Ara'novor-class Battlecarrier Burenaar Ga'yaim 91 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• HMB-01M Tracyn'buurenaar-class Heavy Missile Battlecruiser Tracyn'buurenaar 97 | 100
• HMB-01M Tracyn'buurenaar-class Heavy Missile Battlecruiser Buurenaar b' Surhaai 92 | 100

Units in Reserve: The entire might of Strill Securities' naval assets. All too far to respond.
Ally Tag(s): Tulan Kor | Thirdas Heavenshield | Gress D'ran | Syd Celsius | Amelia von Sorenn |Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Protectors and Allies
Enemy Tag(s): DARKCOM | Marlon Sularen | Dark Empire and Allies

Equipment

• Armor:
  • Verd'jurkad'gam
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Cretanr'ika-class Guided Plasma Micro-missile (4)
      • Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile (4)
    • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
  • Back-mounted:
    
    • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Alr' Pilot Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • RR-04B Ripper Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
• Explosives:
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Posted here as well as in Chapter III.

"Shields down on the enemy warship!" called Anni from the operations station. A cry of "oya!" erupted from the bridge crew, Nyles and Emri joined in as well. The mood changed very suddenly with Anni's next announcement however, "Wait! Enemy ship is losing altitude rapidly! They're aiming the shabla thing for the surface. Drives aren't active, it's just maneuvering thrusters." No one needed Anni to explain that to them. At its current altitude with its mass, it didn't need its drives active to cause major damage.

"Incoming transmission being routed through the probe!" called Gett from the comms station. Collectively, spirits lifted, in the very least that meant the Alliance officer was alive and moving. Another collective but somewhat more disjoined "oya!" errupted from the bridge crew. Gett didn't need to be told twice to route the transmission through, and scarcely a moment later Gress' words filtered in through Nyles' helmet speakers.

"Let them through. It's Nyles!" Gress commanded. "Nyles, this is Gress D'ran. I need you to route a message through to High Command. I've got a plan to get this thing from crashing, but we need to act fast! The Roc is powerful enough to lift the Sphinx, a squadron of them should have enough lift to keep this thing from crashing into the surface! I need all the power you got to whatever tractor beams you have on your battlecruiser. We're gonna pull this thing back out of orbit!"

"Glad to hear you're still in one piece. You are one crazy Devaronian, you know that, right? We'll retransmit for you, and I've got my tractor beams locking on as we speak," said Nyles, glancing at Gorse who nodded, confirming that the solutions were indeed being computed. "Well, only one way to find out if all this is going to work!" he said as he terminated the connection. He got an acknowledgement signal from Gett, confirming that Gress' request had indeed been routed to Alliance command.

That was when Gett announced another transmission, "Open message over allied comms from Tulan Kor . He's requesting no one fire at the enemy ship, says his unit is onboard and is attempting to steer it." Nyles wondered whether Alliance command was in such disarray that everyone and their ba'buir was just taking initiative into their own hands. This didn't change anything, that Alliance rammikad team wasn't going to be able to achieve very much without the main drives being functional on that ship, and sure as haran they were not.

"With maneuvering thrusters alone?" asked an incredulous Emri. "That's suicide!" It very much was, and a futile one at that. He wasn't going to be able to get the ship into orbit on maneuvering thrusters alone with the main drives out. It didn't take formal training to know that. Nyles hoped to the Manda that the Alliance rammikade didn't try and fight the Morut's tractor beams with maneuvering but with the way things were going there was no way to be sure.

"Doesn't change anything for us," sighed Nyles, glancing over at the main tactical display to see if the Morut's five ventral, starboard and port 'Shereshir' Heavy Long-range Tractor/Pressor Beam Projectors and 'fired' yet. His answer came as the ship lurched and warnings flashed on the main display about the engines struggling to keep the Morut on station.

"Tractor beam power draw exceeding specifications!" snapped Gorse, his voice not unlike the object of his namesake. "Stabilizing...holding steady." Some of the ship's other weapon systems flashed orange for a few seconds before the ship's power distribution network stabilized and they returned to green status.

"Request permission for power redirection, alor, thrusters are holding to station keeping for now but its too hard to tell for how long," asked Kad Nihut'tyr from the helm.

"Denied, this is still an active warzone," he said, adjusting his footing after evidently having moved to keep it when the ship had lurched. "Reel it in, vode, as much as we can. Gett, patch me through to Gress." Gett nodded and Nyles waited till he saw the 'connection established' symbol flash in his HUD till he spoke, "Gress, we've made good contact with the ship. Now how the hell are you and yours getting off it?"

Summary

• Nyles receives the message from Gress and has the message retransmitted and fires fifteen of the ship's heavy, long-ranged magnite-enhanced tractor beams to catch the Eclipse III. The Morut and the Eclipse III are about the same size and tonnage, so the Morut lurches, but keeps its station with some effort.
• Nyles has Gett raise Gress and then ask him what his plan for getting off the ship is.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant
Tags: Marlon Sularen , Braze , Abraxas Colt

Lux Ultima
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"You and your men handle the Padawan. The Master is mine" the Grand Admiral ordered before taking aim at the Jedi, ready to open fire. However almost suddenly, the Predator shook as multiple explosions struck the portside engines, which nearly threw the Grand Admiral off-balance just as he fired a shot at the Jedi Master.

Jasper wove through the incoming shots fired at him, his breath still. A gentle smile spread across the man's face. He had come into this confrontation with some tricks up his non-existant sleeves. Slowly, the Sentinel of Harmony began activating the force runes that he had written all over his body.

"Come now..." Japser began, his voice beginning to distort. "That's no way..."

Black clothes wrapped around the Jedi Knight seemingly out of nowhere. A mangled black mask, a tattered cloak. The man standing before him now was not Jasper Kai'el, at least not in appearence.

"...to greet an old friend." Kyrel Ren finished.

Illusion. That was the mark that Jasper had scrawled out onto his body. A powerful mind trick now permiated from his body, filling the room and twisting the vision of those who looked on at him. Unconcerned for the gun held in the hand of the admiral, the now shifted Jedi Knight began to stride towards his opponent. He stood with an oppressive, looming authority, a tinge of unpredictability in his gate.

"How about a change of scenery?"

The location of the room shifted, or at least it appeared to, taking on the vissage of the shipyards of Byss. Jasper had done his research well in advance.

"There we go... no place like home."

 

[Castor E-196]

GOOD_SOLDIERS_FOLLOW_ORDERS

Master Sergeant Castor E-196
SpecNav Commando Group Three; Attached to Task Force Vader, aboard the INV Predator falling through Coruscant's atmosphere towards away from the Eclipse III​

Objective: Repel Boarders Survive, Reorient
Tags:
GA enemies Tulan Kor Thirdas Heavenshield
Aether of the Iron Order

Tearing himself away from his oldest living battle-brother, Chief Ironside gave the order to abandon the bridge and head for the escape pods, bringing Castor along. With all the internal defensive measures disabled, nothing would impede their progress.

Making certain every man made it aboard the few remaining pods, Thirdas was the last to step off the Eclipse III.

Castor and one squad of the GA troopers made it to their escape pod, knocking aside the few dazed Dark Imperial crewmen still standing in their way, still slavishly devoted to maintaining their ship. One particularly dedicated stormtrooper, outfitted for anti-boarding operations, jetpack and all, charged down the hallway as the group turned to the pods, firing away.

Castor's- no, Tulan's- sidearm was drawn before he even knew it. Two shots- one to the head, snapping the hostile's head back, and another drilled through the stormtrooper's skull by way of his now exposed underchin.

"Go!" The others clambered in, and very quickly they realised a problem. There was not enough seats.

"Punch it, blues! I'll find another way off. Go!" From the outside, Castor fired the launch controls. Thirdas was doubling back to check on this group before he too got off- and Castor did not need another sacrifice on his conscience.

The commando grabbed the dead stormtrooper's jetpack, making use of his armour's imperial provenance to easily latch the pack onto himself, and dove out the now vacated escape pod tunnel.

Castor immediately realised the jetpack did not have enough juice to make a clean landing. Almost by instinct he slapped the distress transponder- at the Eclipse (and his) altitude there was unlikely to be anyone in range, but it was worth a try.

He fired the jetpack's thrusters, controlling his descent as he fell through the air. Things were looking up for a few seconds before debris impacted him, breaking the jetpack's propulsion and sending Castor plummeting again. The jetpack fell off of him, its maglocks damaged by the impact. Castor was spread-eagle, trying to catch as much air and reach a "low" terminal velocity. He was prepared to fight for his life, even against gravity if he must.

He was not prepared when several metal appendages grabbed him from above and pulled him upward.

Spoiler: OOC

Thread exit also Aether of the Iron Order tag!

 

[Gress D'ran]

Tag: Nyles Kote​

"Glad to hear you're still in one piece. You are one crazy Devaronian, you know that, right? We'll retransmit for you, and I've got my tractor beams locking on as we speak,"

"It takes a madman to win a war, Mandalorian. You should know that well."

Soon after, a squadron of 20 Cargo Speeders came around. Maglocks hooked into the falling ship and...

Lifted.

The speeders were designed to lift walkers. Machinery hundreds of tons in weight. 20 of them combined, plus Nyles' tractor beams...

The ship started to rise.

"Gress, we've made good contact with the ship. Now how the hell are you and yours getting off it?"

Good question.

"The hope is that once this thing is in orbit, we'll have the Rocs disengage and get us off this thing. The Sphinxes are all airtight with our deflector shields, then once we're off this bastard, we'll blow it to kingdom come."

 

[Aether of the Iron Order]

He was not prepared when several metal appendages grabbed him from above and pulled him upward.
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AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
Jedi Securitron Model Parts
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber | 2 Corsage [Foil +Gun] | 3 Calypso [ Broad Saber] | 4 Resurgence [Crossguard] |5 Whirlwind [Chain Kama] | 6 Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator | 7 War Maul

| Fang- Gun | G.O.O. Gun | Phantom Gun |

TAGS: Castor E-196

Aether's sensors flared to life, picking up the sudden distress beacon. Intrigued, he calculated the trajectory and realized it was within his range. Without hesitation, he launched himself towards the source.

As he approached, he saw a figure plummeting through the sky, their fall uncontrolled and perilous. Aether extended his metallic appendages, catching the humanoid in a secure, almost gentle embrace. He hugged the figure close to his chest frame, locking them securely.

With a swift motion, Aether's magnetic grapple shot upwards, latching onto a nearby ship. The spider-like droid began its ascent, pulling both itself and its rescued cargo up the metal tether like a spider climbing its silk. They swiftly reached the ship's wing, where Aether set the humanoid into a luxurious seat, strapping them in securely.

He then climbed into the ship himself, sealing the hatch. The vessel shot upwards, dodging debris and weaving through the chaos with agility that would make most humanoids nauseous. They soared towards the Predator, now free-falling with its engines blown out, still swarmed by disembarking crabs.

The Ashwing, performed evasive maneuvers, darting towards a particular puffer fish-shaped vessel. With precision and ease, they entered the hangar, landing smoothly. The mission was a success, the rescue completed with mechanical precision and efficiency.

 

[Auteme]

Damien Dooku | Darth Solipsis | Kyric Bernard Dracken Pryce​

They clashed a dozen, a hundred times -- sabers, debris, Force powers, even fists -- and she wanted it more badly than ever, more than he did, so she burned everything she had, activated every trap that remained, threw everything not bolted to the hull for a hundred meters around at him.

And it was not enough.

Why?

Pain ate at her heart; she could not tell if it was physical. Her movements slowed. His did too. She thought of everything that Ryv gave and, for a brief moment, believed that she could do it too.

Then her son arrived. Damien, fiery like his father, and so foolish. How could he come here? How could he interject in this way? She and Solipsis were both exhausted, that her son's arrival froze their battle. His words hung in the air for a while, and she stared at him and remembered. All around were people who fought for others, fought for her.

Why was she here?

And she regretted casting Kyric aside. A fool, she'd thought -- he was not ready to enter this battle. Neither was Damien, for that matter. Surely it was only her who had the strength and resolve to do this, to destroy him, to cast him out, truly, as many times as was necessary.

But strength did not absolve one of foolishness. Seeing her son, standing there, acting out of his love for her -- how could she blame him, even for a moment? How could she dare for a second to reject that?

This was not what he fought for.

It was not what she should fight for.

The fog lifted. She saw across the entire battlefield -- a Corellian corvette, cutting through the carnage engulfing Coruscant, nearly on a collision course with the battlecruiser they stood on now. "Here," she said, and the thread that linked them seemed to be almost visible, tying her and Dracken Pryce together in that moment.

And to Bernard, now one-eyed, and she reached to him, too, and said "Be safe," and it was so, by all her power.

And to her son.

"There are better ways to fight," she said, "to win.

"Let's go, Damien."

She took him aside. She went nowhere without him. And they went to the edge of the ship, and awaited their deliverance from the Corellian.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Damien Dooku | Kyric | Darth Solipsis

Relief flooded him when he heard the engines roar to life. They had taken on even more refugees while the mechanics worked away in engineering. A handful of dazed Jedi Knights, a platoon's worth of Alliance mudhumpers and marines had come in just before liftoff. He wondered what their stories were. He would find out later. Dracken would make sure that all of them found their place in the stars after this, but now he had a more important mission.

Auteme was like a beacon in the force. The corellian corvette roared through the sky, passing below the gargantuan dreadnought, which he now saw was only half constructed - a set of massive ion engines strapped to a mess or corrugated durasteel with turbolasers welded to the hull.

"What in the Seven Hells is that?" Lora said. Dracken shivered.

"Death."

Their floodlights filled the ruin of the senate building. But she wasn't there, but she was close. It was a wonder that it hadn't totally collapsed under its own weight.

"Go back to that ship!" he shouted.

"You're crazy," the pilot said. Lora's crushguant thudded onto his shoulder.

"Want to try that again?" The pilot gulped and turned the ship around.

As the lift doors lowered, Dracken stepped out onto the ramp, the wind whipping at his long hair and mustache. There she was, beaten and battered, and radiant. Magno-boots activated, he tentatively stepped out onto the ramp, reaching out his hand. There she was, beaten and battered, and radiant.

"Chancellor," he said, a smirk on his lips.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

L O N G_L I V E_T H E_E M P I R E
Chapter One : Eclipse

DARK EMPIRE
CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

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As Sularen fired his shot, the Jedi Master simply responded with a smile before the weird rune-like tattoos on his body lit up before his body changed formed shifting into that of an old rival of Sularen from the days of the Brotherhood of the Maw, Kyrel Ren speaking in a semi-formal tone. Before long, the figure of Kyrel Ren began slowly advancing towards Sularen just as the surroundings shifted in appearance, taking on the appearance of the shipyards of Byss. Taking a moment to look around, the Grand Admiral then looked back at the Jedi Master, now aware that he was using sort of Illusion trick with his force-powers.

"I don't know your angle, Master Jedi. But i don't see how Ghosts and Nostalgia are supposed to spook me." Sularen said, his voice exposing how unimpressed he was with the Jedi's antics. Even as memories of Kyrel Ren eating his right arm and the Corellian-Durosian blockade of Byss flashed in his mind, the Grand Admiral did not move a muscle still fixated on the advancing Jedi, his face still indifferent to the abilities he had just displayed. Kyrel Ren was dead, and it had been decades since he had ruled Byss. Whatever physiological tricks the Jedi Master sought to use against Sularen it wouldn't work.

"Regardless, you're just wasting your time." Sularen said before firing two more shots, aiming for the Jedi Master's legs with great precision and accuracy, hoping to at the very least hit him to disrupt his illusions.

Tags [GA] | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Aether of the Iron Order | Lossa Aureus | Pal Veda | DM Player-Slayer
Tags [DE] | Abraxas Colt

 

[Abraxas Colt]

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Tags:

[DE] Marlon Sularen ​

[GA] Braze | Jasper Kai'el | Pal Veda ​

Objective 1: Eclipse
Location: Aboard the INV Predator
Post Theme: Mile High Club [x]

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"Suppressing fire!" Brax barked over comms. A hail of sniper bolts rained down on the Padawan, a tactful move to keep him just as far away from the troopers as he was now, maybe even farther if he decided to fall back. With the scouts' focus trained on him, Brax found the levitating saber with his crosshairs and launched another flaming shot at it, trying to knock at least one of the three plasma blades away from him. Storm commandos weren't trained to deal with Jedi directly like the formidable Sith Protectors were, but the tactics for dealing with CQBs were the same; suppress, disarm, dispatch.

Despite the rumbling of the ship, Braze remained in control of his core and held his footing well. Brax himself was doing much the same, only feeling minor turbulence in his shots. Years spent training at the Imperial Academy on Bastion had hardened him, especially the long campaigns spent navigating former NIO space in a flight of TIE fighters. He was accustomed to the jarring of space combat. Unfortunately, not every storm commando trained the same way he had. "Sir, I- I can't get a clean shot!"

"Keep him busy!" Brax ordered, turning focus to Braze's midsection and lining up what would be a nonlethal -though terrible painful- grazing shot. Dead Jedi were good, but captured Jedi were better.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant
Tags: Marlon Sularen , Braze , Abraxas Colt

​

Jasper danced around the incoming shots, his mind at ease. There was only the force. He continued to press onwards, advancing on his opponent. His voice was calm, his appearence returning to normal.

"A test of constitution," Jasper remarked. "Why bother fighting if you can scare the coward."

The room shifted again. Byss was still there, but it began to warp. Change in a disorienting manner, as though the world around them had become confused which direction was up or down. The colors drained away, and slowly but surely everything seemed to become white. Then black. Then white. Black, white, black, white, black, white. It was faster now. Much faster, so much so that the two began to blend together. Swirl. The flashing lights would grow extreme now, disorienting in a manner that would enduce siezure or epilepsy if he couldn't scare the man he would make him lose every sense of reality physically possible.

"Lets dance then, Sularen," Jasper's voice stated, now coming from every direction around the admiral. "Feel the sins of your past crawl up your back."

In that clouded world Jasper made his first blow, swinging his mechanical fist with full force at the former Mawite's gun-wielding hand to disarm him. His organic hand would grow hard as steel, swinging in a secondary punch towards the man's chest.

It was time to begin.