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

[Lossa Aureus]

Evac Support Group
Ballarat	%100/%100
Duchess Droid Starfighters(96)	%100/%100
Lightning Droid Starfighters(96)	%100/%100
Upstart	%100/%100
Wallflower Armed Transports(46/48)	%100/%100
Sharp	%100/%100
Castle	%100/%100
Dainty	%99/%100
Valorous	%98/%100
Defiant	%100/%100
Cutter	%100/%100
Talon	%100/%100
Jackal	%100/%100
Ratcatcher	%100/%100
Bootstrap	%100/%100
Breezy	%100/%100
Tailor	%100/%100

Objective: Evacuation
Location: Coruscant System
Equipment: Wayward Samaritan Full Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Aboard: Ballarat
Allied Tags: Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti
Company Tags: Onrai Nouqai Veil
Enemy Tags: Marlon Sularen Electra-12
Post #: 2

The three vessels came into the cloudcutters with few issues apart from spying enemy fighters moving along their sensors. A warning sent back to the Ballarat at the development and potential entanglement to come as the Duchess and Lightning engaged their catapult systems to scramble the Droid Starfighters they had hidden within them. Rather than the single squadron each being deployed, a nod from their commanding officer brought about two squadrons from each in defensive sweeps as the droids paired off in their patrols around the group.

The Sharp and Castle being brought to alert as the crews aboard began to assume general quarters. Finalizing their routines and engaging the close quarters weapons to begin sweeping their angles of fire. Establishing their comm lines as they began to communicate with the remaining vessels under their watch to tighten up their formation.

All happening as Lossa let her humor show across her face. The helmet for her gear sat atop the chair she was supposed to be in. Her only sign that she hadn't forgotten the request to ease off the walking. Ruby eyes blinked, looking into the strange ones before her at the question before she grinned and let her hand rest on her hip.

“Is this for you, or a friend? I know it is easier to ask for a friend, so your friend won't feel embarrassed to ask.” Her matter of fact tone not betraying the urge to grin at the sudden appearance of padawans sorting out their feelings as another officer caught her attention.

A comm line opened before she could dive further into the topic at hand though. With a voice on the other end of the line asking what titles she held. Lossa couldn't help but glance at Zaiya as the matter unfolded, holding up a finger over her mouth to suggest silence for the moment. Listening to the message without betraying the growing need to grin like a mad woman.

Today was turning into a strange day. The growing sense of dark side energy from the planet below had not gone unnoticed, and the emergence of another fleet to help with evacuation was certainly helpful to say the least.

The communications Officer made to speak, hand held aloft as a ready signal before it wilted as they looked back to their screen again. And continued to wait as Lossa turned to Zaiya.

“Some ships have wonky communications systems.” The officer silently frowned, shaking their head even if their grin told her they too found the situation funny.

<Solid Copy Lady Mecetti. This is Knight Aureus of Naboo in command of the Evacuation Support Group. We would be honored to have the help of the Mecetti House Guard Naval Defense Fleet to escort our vessels.> The information for their next attempt to sortie was relayed to the Mecetti flagship, detailing their projected routes for the Modular Transports to move to the areas of the city most accessible to the lower levels.

<We can deploy further vessels into the situation with your help without waiting for returning ships to escort them. Be advised, we have detected Starfighters on our sensors, countermeasures or Starfighter deployment is advised. We will update with any new developments on our end. Knight Aureus over and out.> Her hand running against her throat to cut the connection as a familiar voice filtered through the air. One that had whispered to her not so long ago.

Another message pinged across her systems, all eyes and faces directed at the being that had formed from the shadows to speak with ease.

“Ah. The whisperer on Tython. Yes. I did.” As much as she wanted to be petty or rude, it was hard to accomplish such when the subject of those feelings could flit in and out of existence so freely.

The comm officer stepped away from their console as Onrai moved closer. Not daring to be touched by the unknown having heard bar rumors and old wise women murmur about the strange beings that called the infinite dark home. While he hadn't put much stock into them with his travels prior. He was keenly aware now how quickly rumors and legends could become truths. The name escaped him for what they had described to him, but proper fear was plainly on his face.

“Zaiya, stay beside me.” Lossa hissed, arm extending to keep the padawan close as her eyes looked over the stranger. Giving clearance for a vessel to land on her ship. Keeping her own feelings in check for this was going to be harder than she'd first imagined as she closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath.

She couldn't help but frown to herself, allowing the memory of Tython and the ritual there to remind her of what kind of people they were dealing with this day. Her temper could sink her efforts, and come with a heavy loss of life.

“So part of but not committed to the Dark Empire? Strange position to put yourself in.” Her brow was drawn as she voiced her confusion. Glancing at the viewport to see the unfolding fight before them all. The sight of titans in the air burning in their fighting spirit painting a very different picture for the Zeltron.

The arrival of an unknown vessel in the Hangar brought with it questions and a security escort to the bridge when Denn Verdan entered the vessel. The feeling of unease spread like a foul wind as murmurs of an intruder on the bridge passed through the crew.

One of the Officers inside the command bridge sending a message along a secure line to the Duchess and Lightning to engage their scrambling systems across the Support Group. Tacking on orders to keep their launch of patrol flights ongoing. Both carriers powered up the Magnetoran Sweeps to pull aiming systems askew. Their catapult pressors now fully engaged as Droid Starfighters began to fill the voids of coverage within the small fleet.

-Elsewhere-

The Wallflower, Dainty, and Valorous closed the distance to the ground, weaving between different cloudcutters as they moved to avoid the worst of the fighting. Nearly taken down by a falling Cruiser before they found a patch of airspace that allowed the first set of Armed Transports out of the Hangar.

The vessels burned hard to avoid the incoming fighters on radar, with only three of the twelve disabled before they could make full burn. The Dainty and Valorous attempting to adjust themselves to fire on the incoming enemy fighters but failing to cover the last few attempting to take off. One armed transport sputtered back onto the Wallflowers deck, engines alight while another clipped the corner of the carrier and spun violently into the cityscape below before the fuel ignited in a large plume of dark smoke. The third exploded mid-air without a chance as the wreckage plummeted out of sight.

Deck crews moved with haste to secure the landing deck from the disabled transport. Engines burning bright as raw fuel fed the fire before the transport powered down and the crew aboard the transport shuttle tried to make their escape from the burning wreckage.

The Bootstrap and Ratcatcher moved forward, rallying in formation to begin their scans for landing pads below as they sent their signals to the Mecetti fleet for ship assignments. Once designated vessels were assigned, both Transports would prepare with their escort to move to the surface and secure a landing pad to dock at and begin to load passengers aboard.

Additional support in the form of the circling Droid starfighters escorting them down to the clouds before returning to the Support Group as more Droid Starfighters were launched.

( Makko Vyres ) One of the Armed Transports being dispatched to the storm covered jedi temple to attempt a rescue there as it broke from the temporary formation for a systems check. Having received a transmission for help with remaining patients and younglings inside as the vessel kept low and maneuvered between buildings to minimize its presence.

The gunners of each turret aboard the transport spun in place before opening fire on starfighters that strafed them from above. The ventral gunner aimed for those that attempted to go low after completing their strafe and clipped a wing of one earning a short lived cheer. The other transports broke away to find similar distress signals they could reach in time as the next wave of armed transports was readied aboard the Wallflower.

 

[Auteme]

Darth Solipsis​

"The Light..,"

"Shut up," she snarled, voice carrying a sharpness to it unbecoming of the Chancellor.

"Look at you. Coming here to attack, again -- we've done this already. You're here chasing symbols. Do you really think killing me would 'end' of the Light?" A venom to match his laced her words. "Coruscant, Tython, Coruscant again; you just want to put on a show, don't you? Dance around on the backs of places worth so much more than you. And this return -- you saw new friends to play with and thought we'd forgotten."

She finally rose and turned to face him. Indeed, she had changed. The last time she had come here to face him, she'd brought an array of powerful Jedi to back her. Today she stared him down alone. Today, she would be enough.

"You don't seem to get it. I'm not here for Light or Dark." A hand fell to her waist, where Resolve waited, thrumming with anticipation. Her clothes morphed, becoming a strange, roiling sea of armour, the strands of the Force encasing her entire person. As a finger rose to point at him, a dim corona of light surrounded her.

"I'm here for you."

The air stilled with her declaration. That single word carried with it their entire history -- the hope, the betrayal, the grief. The fire in her eyes matched the fire in his, burning white-hot. The entire galaxy outside was deafeningly silent, awaiting them.

 

[Wilhelm Vonreg]

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

CRIMSON LININGS
Crimson Leader [100|100] Crimson One [100|100] Crimson Two [100|100] Crimson Three [100|100] Crimson Four [100|100]

"Another bandit down" Vonreg said as an Alliance X-Wing erupted in flames before crashing into a skyscraper. The Crimson Baron had been on a kill streak, laying waste to any enemy fighters that came across his way, fully emersed in the battle that waged across the cityscape. It had been over two decades since he had fought such a major battle such as this, the last such battle being the Battle of Exegol, where he had scored his greatest kill to date, that being the founder and first commander of the Alliance's famous Revenant Squadron, Treen Char. It was a victory that he would never forget, having already planted a golden X-Wing kill mark with the name Char underneath it, on the right side of his new TIE Destroyer

Now as death and destruction rained all across Coruscant, the Crimson Baron sought to claim more blood from Revenant Squadron eager to remind them that the skies belonged to the Empire and that their days were numbered. As the Crimson Baron's TIE Destroyer and it's four TIE Vanguard escorts flew through the cityscape looking for new targets, that's when Vonreg found it. Far ahead of him and his flight of TIE Vanguards, was a squadron of Alliance fighters that quickly struck a group of six TIE Fighters wiping them out within mere seconds with Vonreg taking note of a single X-Wing that took out half of the TIE Squadron.

As he watched the group of Alliance Fighters fly away, the Crimson Baron smiled behind his helmet and licked his lips, having found his new prey. "Revenant" he muttered as he shunted the power to his engines ready to begin his hunt for some of the Alliance's best pilots. "Crimson Linings, with me" Vonreg said as he began to pursue Revenant Squadron followed by his escort, ready to unleash hell upon them as he had done multiple times during the Second Great Hyperspace War.

Tags [GA] | Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis
Tags [DE] | SCAR | Electra-12 | Daraho Arvyd | Innis Tarring | Eiric Ardos ​

 

[Pal Veda]

ECLIPSE
Coruscant Atmosphere
T85 X-wing Starfighter
Captain Pal Veda

”Couldn’t they wait until I got in the air?” Veda grunted as he pulled himself out of a pile of debris. The three TIE fighters had gone as quickly as they had come, but not without leaving a mark. The attack on Coruscant was in full swing now. He took a moment to brush himself off then continued his mad dash to docking bay 420.

It would be a fair question to ask what business a freelancer had on Coruscant in the middle of a war that everyone knew was coming. Veda‘s hate for the Empire was no secret, but his love for the Alliance certainly didn’t rise to the level of obligation to defend their home base, either. Was he doing it for the people? Out of a sense of loyalty to his fellow man? Because he was a good guy and this was the right thing to do? Of course. But of course there was more. A nice little carrot at the end of the stick. One of those special clearance codes that the Alliance didn’t like to hand out all willynilly. A code that would allow him to bypass many of those pesky checkpoints in Alliance-owned hyperspace lanes and territories. Sure, he already had ways to get around most of these hurdles, but it was becomingly increasingly difficult as the Alliance grew into a bureaucratic nightmare. This little side mission he had been tasked with was a long shot, but the payoff was worth it. So here he found himself, at the center of the galaxy, involved in a war that was not his own.

Veda was out of breath by the time he reached the docking bay, having sprinted the last two kilometers. “Hey!” he yelled, skidding to a stop at the check in. “Hey?” Nobody manning the station. They must have already evacuated. Which meant . . . “Great.” The lift system was offline. He shook his head in disbelief. But no time to waste. He retrieved his blaster from its holster and blew a hole in the stairwell door where the lock used to be.

When he popped out on the fourth floor, Veda noticed the skies were lit up with red and green laser fire. It isn’t too late to back out. He shook the thought and inspected the black, silver, and red X-wing in the second bay. “Are we good to go?” The BB unit whistled back a confirmation. Veda unhooked the fuel line and closed to the tank. He threw on the flight jacket and grabbed the helmet from the storage space. The faded symbol of the Rebellion was still visible on the helmet, although barely. That was a long time ago. No time to reminisce. He climbed into the cockpit, popped on the helmet, and closed the hatch. Flipped a few switches. Time to go. The X-wing lifted from the ground and hovered for a moment before jetting into the sky.

It didn’t take long. Veda had six TIEs on his radar within seconds of entering the lower atmosphere. Then five. Then four. Then three. Then two. Then one. Looked like a squad of X-wings was meticulously removing these enemy pieces from the board. The leader of the squad took out three himself. Veda wasn’t one to be shown up. He rolled his fighter into position behind the remaining TIE and locked on. “And here we go . . .” The X-wing’s quad lasers made quick work of the Imperial fighter.

Veda tried to open a channel to the fighter squadron. “Captain Pal Veda here. Anyone copy?”

Wedge Draav Reima Vitalis

 

[Kyric]

The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful
The Tengu of Ashina
Flash of the Blade

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A sudden shift in the speeder's trajectory ripped Kyric from the bike. He barely caught the chassis with his left hand in time to avoid a free fall into open combat. An eerie cold had fallen over them in the boy's lapse of focus. Clawing for the clutch with his other hand, the kiffar's heart plummeted at the rapidly approaching rooftop. He spotted the same silhouette as before tightening their fist just as the psionic hold on his speeder's controls greatly increased. The force of the flight was just too much for him to bear.

Feth it! Kyric released the speeder once it passed over the roof. He heard the ensuing crash, and explosion, as his feet caught the gravely surface. The kiffar transitioned from a controlled fall, into a spirited roll toward the blue-skinned nautolan. Wait... He struggled to get a better look between rotations, but there could be no mistaking the malign grin that poked out from beneath the fallen Jedi's hood.

Rhis Fisto.

Kyric's roll became a full-blown charge. He kicked off the floor into a sprinter's stance and shot like a bullet toward the dark sider. The wind whistled around him as psionic power greatly enhanced both Kyric's speed and focus.

"Fisto!" Kyric howled. "I'm comin' for your head!" His finger found the trigger mechanism of the sheathed blade at his side. The kiffar dropped low into a deep front stance inches before contact. A sound like thunder erupted from the boy's left hand as the slugthrower fired off the blade. The Tengu of Ashina held firm on the hilt, guiding it upward in a wide arc meant to cleave the nautolan from his right hip to his left shoulder and end the battle in a single strike.

The Good: Auteme | Bernard
The Bad: Creuat | Darth Solipsis | Prowler II

 

[Vianca Mecetti]

The House Mecetti Defense Fleet deployed to Coruscant

Spoiler

Flagship Obscurer Class Destroyer
MHGN Banshee <-- Command ship of Lady Vianca Mecetti

Victory Class Destroyers
MHGN Legend <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Bloodborn <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Lineage <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Magnificent <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Awesome <--In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Royal <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Prominence <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Prince <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Ascension <-- Lost in prior battle against the Dark Empire
MHGN Brightblade <-- Lost in prior battle against the Dark Empire

Raider Class Corvettes
MHGN Martial <-- Low Orbit Position
MHGN Hero <-- Low Orbit Position
MHGN Ultimatum <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Brave <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Wolf <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Herald <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Guardian <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Indefatigable <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Warhound <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Storm <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Swift <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Wizard <-- In Formation with Flagship
MHGN Reaver <-- Destroyed in prior action against the Dark Empire
MHGN Seeker <-- Destroyed in prior action against the Dark Empire

Tie/mg with Ordinance Rings
21 Squadrons Deployed (252 craft)
Distributed throughout Evacuation Fleet and shuttles

Hammer Blastboats
18 Squadrons Deployed (72 craft) <--In Formation with Flagship

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Lady Mecetti looked to her communications officer as she rose from the console she'd elected to occupy previously.

Vianca had intended to inspire the crew by working the console herself, but that had clearly been an error in judgment.

"Acknowledge that Jedi."

Best to have a professional handle the button-work from now on.

Then she turned to the ship's Captain, "Launch fighters fitted with Ordinance Rings. Have them form up in defense patterns around all Capital ships in the evacuation group.

Split out an element of fighters for each shuttle, provide close escort and chase off any enemy fighters that approach the refugee transports as they ascend or descend.

Place the Martial and Hero in low orbit, in a position to provide fire support and fighter interdiction midway with their laser cannons."

The Captain of the ship arched a brow in some surprise, but then relayed the orders. The Lady Mecetti seemed to have read a book about deployments since the last time she'd been on the bridge. Either that, or her prior directorship over the Ministry of Inquiry had come with more than just intelligence briefings.

A sensor officer spoke next, "We have enemy ships on scopes, advancing towards our position with clear intention."

Vianca Mecetti moved to the sensor officer's position, bending to peer at the screen.

"Sularen," she whispered.

The sensor officer nodded, "We have six matches to known engine emission patterns previously recorded to be among Sularen's fleet."

But the Lady Mecetti didn't need confirmation. The Ministry had performed extensive analysis of all data related to her late husband's demise. She knew her enemy when she saw them.

A fire burned in the marrow of her bones. A craving for revenge.

She swallowed, suppressing the urge.

"Launch all blastboats. Keep them in close in. Have all Capital ships form a layered defense envelope, and slowly move us away from the Evacuation fleet. With Sularen coming for us, we are a danger to them. The fighters, along with Martial and Hero, will have to suffice for the evacuees."

Lady Mecetti gestured to the Coms officer, next.

"Send on an encrypted channel to the Defense Force commander: 'This is Lady Mecetti, of the Mecetti House Guard Naval Defense Fleet. I am about to be engaged by Sularen's forces. I suspect he wishes to finish the job he started with my husband.

This provides a unique tactical opportunity should you wish to use us as an anvil, and strike him with your hammer. Between us, we have a chance to smash him.'"

Then she added, "All hands, brace for a pounding. This will not end soon, or lightly."

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TL;DR -

Spoiler

A - 21 squadrons of starfighters and two corvettes have been assigned to the evacuation fleet, to provide cover and support for the evacuation of refugees from the surface and their eventual transport out of the combat area.

B - The remainder of the House Mecetti fleet is pulling away from the Evacuation fleet, so that they are not caught up in the engagement with Sularen. 18 Squadrons of Blast Boats have been launched to support the House Mecetti Fleet.

C - The Alliance Defense Forces have been apprised of the situation, with an invitation to catch Sularen in a vice.

D- All ships of the House Mecetti Fleet have entered a defensive formation.

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Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Kol Ambo
Marlon Sularen Electra-12 Lossa Aureus

 

[Denn Verdan]

Denn's Inventory

Spoiler

Denn's Green Bladed Lightsaber
Denn's Songsteel tunic
Denn's Bioship 'Sparky'

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Denn followed his landing instructions, and entered the bay of the receiving ship. As he came in, a disturbing sense of darkness seemed to cast a shadow over the entire vessel. It was deep and foreboding.

Disembarking, he reached out to touch Sparky's hull. "Thank you, old friend," he said.

He wasn't sure why he'd felt the need to say that, just now. After he'd said it, uncertainty crept into his heart. He closed his eyes, pushing the emotion aside.

There was no emotion.

Only peace.

An escort took him to the bridge, and when he arrived, he felt the dark presence more powerfully than before.

"Denn Verdan," he introduced himself has he arrived, "Consular Knight. I hope I can be of some use here, today."

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Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Kol Ambo
Marlon Sularen Electra-12 Lossa Aureus Onrai Nouqai Veil

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Coruscant
Objective: Defend orbital defense stations
Tags: Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Kol Ambo Marlon Sularen Onrai Nouqai Veil Electra-12 Lossa Aureus

Spoiler: Isla's Personal Gear

Admiral's Sabre
Ashlan Rosary
Kaldrweave military uniform
Personal guard of Sisters of Ashla
Overseer Biochip OPBC-01a
Diamond snowflake necklade

On the bridge of the Hand of Ashla Grand Admiral Isla Draellix-Kobitana watched the giant holographic display that had her ship in the centre and a web of other vessels surrounding it. At the periphery of the holo, a series of hyperspace alerts broke in and Isla looked at the tell tale signature of Mawite and Dark Imperial Vessels. The Alliance knew this attack would happen and Isla had stationed her Ashlan Remnant fleet in orbit to aid in the defence. Of the trillions of people who could not flee alongside the government and corporate apparatus of the world. "SAINT, show me the Ashlan fleet disposition please."

There was a moment of pause before the holo zoomed in and ships of her fleet became clearer. Her flagship and four other similarly sized battlecruisers made up the centre of five combat groups, each battlecruiser was assigned a battlecarrier, except the group of the Divine Purpose that was her agressive defense fleet that would take the fight in more close to the enemy, so it was determines that a battlecarrier would be unwise.

Surrounding the heavier ships were trios of Ashlan star destroyers and then a multitude of frigates and corvettes, it was a large fleet and made up a large portion of the available Remnant vessels, but where else would they be? The Caldera had calmed significantly over the last year as the Sith consolidated their power and there was little cause for massed fleets, she needed to be here.

The Ashlan looked across at her daughter, Fallon Draellix-Kobitana , the teenager stood looking at one of the large displays, she had requested leave to be on the planet's surface but Isla had refused, and this time under threat of formal detention, she had never given her daughter an order like that, but this was too much and she could not be distracted worrying whether the 14 year old was safe in that warren of chaos. Fallon had been fuming and the women were not speaking, but she was doing her job, helping to prepare boarding defenses and using the force to guide Isla's staff. Isla put her hand on her eldest's shoulder and squeezed it. Fallon pulled away "Not now Admiral, ok" she said without emotion, but Isla could feel the anger in the youngster's voice. She would come round in her own time.

"Comms, signal the fleet and prepare for Battle, The Remant Fleet fights for the light, let's send these Bogan fucks back home!" she felt the rumble as her vessel began to switch to offensive mode and the various combat groups moved into their battle formation. "Contact the lead commander of the Alliance fleet and signal our readiness."


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[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR
Galactic Senate
Auteme

"How.. familiar."
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He felt a presence, one he had not sensed since.. Tython.

Ryv

Any sick amusement he may had gleaned was immediately discarded for a sinister grin that spread from ear to ear in distaste. His demeanor became that of utmost hatred.

"A means to an end, when your pathetic Alliance dies.. I'll begin what I started on Tython anew."

The Dark Lord advanced, his mind set on his one and only task as his stride into the office hastened.

"You mistake my words. It is YOUR light."

Snap-Hiss! The hidden saber fell from his sleeve into the palm of his hand. It's crimson edge igniting in a momentary brilliance that illuminated the terrible glare of the Dark Lord.

"When I tear out your throat.." the Sith'ari hissed, ".. you'll die alone as HE did."

His free hand reached out, pulling upon the empyrean strands. Pulling upon the tendrils of the Force to draw Auteme close.

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[Sahar]

Sahar|Galactic senate|Coruscant

These halls were unfamiliar territory, a place she'd never stepped foot on; Coruscant however was a familiar beast, having been condemned under the boot of the alliance court system, sentenced to life and damnation in the deepest, darkest recesses of the supermax prisons that had sprung up like a rash in the aftermath of the second great hyperspace war.

Hopefully, that court was no more, burnt to the ground with every one of those wretched judges inside with it. That gave the Kandaran a tinge of joy as she locked in with Solipsis as they ascended into the senate building. Predictably, the senators had long fled in their cruisers and personal ships, leaving a rag-tag force of Jedi, defence force personnel and other rats to defend the place.

"So the rats flee the sinking ship."

Sahar mused harshly, side-eyeing the other person aside from Solipsis, who was present with a glare of judgement as the Nautolan's force signature burned with hate and fire. She'd had worse partners than him, but he'd have to suffice for the work to be done.

"Destroy the Interlopers."- Darth Solipsis

The master spoke, and she obeyed, igniting her saber in the direction of the incoming threats.

"So be it my lord."

Thalia Senn Darth Solipsis Creuat Bernard Kyric Auteme Prowler II

 

[Auteme]

Darth Solipsis​

The threads molted from her armour, but quickly it was clear Solipsis' control over them was incomplete. The ethereal strands swung strangely, spinning through the air to stick onto his arms and legs, an attempt to slow him down -- followed moments later by the desk and chair launched straight at him.

Behind them followed Auteme, her own light joined by another. Resolve burned bright in her hand, an intensity to match her own. Never had she wielded a saber in combat, yet she moved with stolen grace. A second pair of hands seemed to join hers. Her strike bore the weight of the sun behind it; a diagonal slash from hip to shoulder, with such force behind it that a massive crack burst on the wall behind him.

This was not the strength of the Shield, but the Sword. But she was not left out of the battle -- the strike that followed was a vicious backhand, encased in that mass of roiling Force-threads, grown to a block the size of a speeder and weight to match.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Aboard: Ballarat
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x
Objective: Evacuation Eclipse
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Lossa Aureus | Denn Verdan
Enemies: Onrai | ???

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“Is this for you, or a friend? I know it is easier to ask for a friend, so your friend won't feel embarrassed to ask.”

Even though there wasn't any reason to be embarrassed by it, Zaiya couldn't help the way heat flared up her neck and over her face, darkening the patterns there into a vibrant coral tone akin to the Zeltron's skin. Even Lovalla's skin took on a pearly luminescence as if caught in abashed uncertainty and contemplation, a dazzle of burnished amber hues reflecting as she added, "... I. Well, I mean -- both? Astri was also wondering, but so was I."

There was no sense in saying it was only for another friend. The concept of deception and lies was foreign to Lovalla, whose entire emotional spectrum was evident to anyone to read if they understood what each color change or blend meant.

"Astri says that if a boy holds your hands or tries to kiss you then they like you, but what if you are already holding hands but there is no kissing involved?"

Unfortunately, Zaiya wouldn't get a chance to get her questions answered, as a presence manifested itself that sent the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.

Before the presence of Onrai coalesced, Zaiya had already stepped closer to Lossa, but not behind or beside the Zeltron as she would instruct to stand beside her, but in front of her, Zaiya's hand moving to fall in a protective reach behind her, palm outward towards Lossa as if a mere child's arm could protect the pregnant Knight.

It was the instinctual thought that counted, right?

It seemed that Lossa was also familiar with the weird icky feeling spirit. Zaiya had felt this presence before; that nauseating feeling that made her skin crawl. Ultimately, the Lovalla didn't trust Onrai but trusted Lossa in what she'd instructed her to do.

It was then that another joined them. Was this another knight? Zaiya knew well enough that it wasn't her time to speak, but the way she narrowed her opal blue eyes indicated that the Lovalla teen was observing all of Onrai's moves carefully, enough to pick up how she slyly moved her hands over the controls.

"Hey...I'm watching you. You should keep your hands to yourself!" Zaiya told her, her skin glowing with a kaleidoscopic display of wariness in tones of dark orange hues over her bioluminescent skin.

Okay, so much for keeping silent.

 

[Prowler II]

Allies: Darth Solipsis Creuat Sahar
Enemies: Auteme Kyric Bernard
CORUSCANT SENATE BUILDING
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Who see's the darkness for what it is? I do.
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Prowler gazed at his reflection, the glasteel window offering a distorted image of his armored form. The lights of Coruscant's endless skyline flickered in alarm behind him, casting long, eerie shadows. He stared into his own glowing, inhuman eyes, contemplating the all consuming void that had come to define his life. Unlike others who drew strength from their anger, hate, and rage, Prowler found little sustenance in these emotions and feelings. They were shallow, fleeting bursts of energy that quickly dissipated. His true power and deepest connection to the dark side, stemmed from a wellspring of despair. It was his shame, his overwhelming sense of hopelessness, and the constant gnawing comparisons to others that fed his dark abilities. Prowler's mind wandered through the maze of his thoughts, each one a painful reminder of his perceived inadequacies. Among the Darkside Elite, he saw himself as the weakest, a belief rooted in something beyond his control: Species. Being Filar-Nitzan.

His gaseous form, while unique in its own right, is source of profound shame. It set him apart, a constant reminder of his difference, his alien nature. He lacked the physical presence and raw physicality of his peers, whose solid forms, to him, seemed to embody strength and dominance. Something the Filar-Nitzan lacked entirely. A clear example came to mind; Sinestra and his fight against her. I lost that battle and it because I am different. That fight in preparation for Coruscants invasion was a motivating force to have the DNX-72a suit designed for him. And yet Prowler's existence in the suit felt like a cage, a constant reminder of his dependence on technology to interact with the world around him and dependance on the force. Constantly needy and taking what he could manage.

It's pathetic. Why can't I just be different.

A coldness flocked to his intangible presence around him in waves. A hypothermic touch. The deeper he let his despair take him the stronger became and yet also the more lost. Flickers of shadow like figures had been haunting his vision as of late and the whispers he hear around him to did his bet to ward off. No doubt a souvenir from the attempt at the Phobis device on Tython. It was since that day he had noticed a dramatic change in how he saw life.

CRASH

A nearby sound snapped the Filar-Nitzan out of his trance and thoughts and back to the present moment...

Feth it! Kyric released the speeder once it passed over the roof. He heard the ensuing crash, and explosion, as his feet caught the gravely surface. The kiffar transitioned from a controlled fall, into a spirited roll toward the blue-skinned nautolan. Wait... He struggled to get a better look between rotations, but there could be no mistaking the malign grin that poked out from beneath the fallen Jedi's hood.

Rhis Fisto.

Kyric's roll became a full-blown charge. He kicked off the floor into a sprinter's stance and shot like a bullet toward the dark sider. The wind whistled around him as psionic power greatly enhanced both Kyric's speed and focus.

"Fisto!" Kyric howled. "I'm comin' for your head!"

..And with it the flood of other senses overbearing on his being. The sheer strength of his Emperors presnece. It was palpable for Prowler now. He is near and so is...Jedi. With a grim surge of determination Prowler retreated from his reflection and mustered his focused intent to shrink his presence in the force down to the size of molecule. Where once his cold presnece could of been felt, it had simply disappeared into the the lukewarm air within the senate building. Next came his physical being, armored suit and all. It melded in its entirety into a warped blend of light in till his physical figure vanished into the void.

Yet through the veil, Prowler observed from a window the scene of Darth Solipsis , Creuat and Sahar escort their Emperor across the expanse of durasteel below their feet. Closing in on them a shout followed by the pop of a slug or some kinetic weapon sounded lightly to Prowlers metaphorical ears.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Core Worlds, Coruscant
10th Sector Armada
ANS Mon Mothma

Allies: Lossa Aureus | Vianca Mecetti | Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis | Isla Draellix-Kobitana
Opposition: Bo Vuto | Marlon Sularen | Wilhelm Vonreg

The child stood in stunned silence, fear gripping its body as a small stuffed toy of a Porg hung, clutched tightly in a small balled-up fist. The building that had once been the child's home began to crumble, an errant shot from a Turbolaser tearing through the structure causing it to begin to topple. However, the child's attention was equally fixed upon the pair of TIE Fighters screaming towards the group of refugees who attempted to flee from the destruction of their homes. A woman rushed forward, the mother, grabbing her child before quickly hunching over the smaller figure in an attempt to shield it from the laser cannon blasts that began to slowly move along the boardwalk. Yet, just as she feared the worst and sought to shield her child from the end, a loud crack filled the air and the woman's attention was pulled at the last moment towards the TIE Fighter, watching as its wing was shorn from the cockpit and sent flying off into underlevels. The remaining wing, still attached to the ball cockpit spiraled out of control, screaming as it slammed into a vacant skyplatform.

Its wingman was lucky if briefly, to avoid slamming into its partner, however, it would not survive unscathed. Another loud crack filled the air as the second TIE Fighter burst into a brilliant ball of fire, the integrity holding just long enough for the fighter to slam into a nearby reservoir and begin to sink into the depths. The woman quickly snatched up her child and began to rush away, focused only on survival, though the child's eyes turned towards the sky as it watched a strange though beautifully designed pair of Miy'til Starfighters scream through the air. As the citizens of Coruscant fled, pushing their way to the shuttles that waited to take them away from the fighting, a massive shadow began to slowly cover the city below...

The Tenth Sector Armada was a testament to what the Alliance could accomplish, it could be, and represented the three, current, largest cultural blocs of the vast territory it presided over. It integrated the core of the Alliance and supported it with Chiss and Hapan-designed Starships, all of which had come to defend the Jewel of the Core Worlds, Coruscant. At the head of the vast armada was the Mon Mothma, an undertaking in its own right, that now hung above Galactic City. This was a moment that the woman had been waiting, for this resurgent Brotherhood of the Maw to strike at the heart of the Alliance after they had so boldly taken the Deep Core. Conflict was not something that she welcomed, she did not seek out wars or death, rather, it seemed to find her and draw her once more into the horrors of war. However, much as she had done previously, she stepped forward and met the challenge, placing her life on the line and utilizing it to shield others so that they may know peace.

Golden-yellow hues scanned the skyline as she stood silently on the bridge of the Viscount-class Sector Defender, her hands clasped firmly behind her back. Her attention would be pulled away from its vigil as a Lieutenant strode forward, a datapad in their hand that was quickly transferred to the woman's possession. A heavy sigh slipped from her lips as she brought her free hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and her thumb. She had read the reports from the Keera Major Operation, successful in many ways, though costing the life of a Senator that had boldly and foolishly charged into the enemy. Now, it seemed, the Senator's widow was prepared to do much the same. Taking the moment to collect her thoughts, she nodded to the Lieutenant before returning her attention forward.

"Supreme Commander von Sorenn to Revenant Squadron, engage the enemy at your discretion. Additional Starfighter Support is on standby if required. Happy Hunting."

Her gaze fell upon the Imperial Fleet, a slight smirk pulling at the edge of her lips to reveal a hint of a fang before she nodded silently. The behemoth of a vessel pushed forward, slowly making its way toward the enemy whilst its supporting elements sought to gain control of the skies. Her focus now was set on pushing these forces from the planet, though she would need to make sure she had a clear path to ensure such a goal.

"Lady Mecetti, this is Supreme Commander von Sorenn, pull your forces back and cover the evacuation fleet, you're no use to me throwing your life away to settle a score."

Stepping forward, she crossed her arms over her chest as her gaze fell upon the lead vessel of the Imperial formation. That soft smirk remained upon her lips as she motioned towards the vessel, her voice filling the otherwise still bridge of the Viscount-class. Just as much as the Imperials sought to make some symbolic gesture in their attack, she had plans to return such a favor by providing them with a symbolic gesture in return.

"Captain, do you see the lead vessel in the Imperial formation?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I don't want to."

The exchange was brief and to the point, making her desire known to the crew as the bridge burst into a flurry of activity. The woman watched silently as her gaze remained fixed upon the enemy formation while the crew brought up firing solutions. A stream of Turbolaser bolts tore through the sky towards their intended target as the ANS Mon Mothma unleashed a withering salvo from its array of armaments.

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[Onrai]

Objective: Continue Stirring Doubts
Tags: Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Nouqai Veil

"I thought you did." She said. "You were there for the Jedi Master that Solipsis had acquired. Not the cardinal, of course - Pietro was given a chance to enlighten himself as to the nonsense of Ashlan theology, but unfortunately, he rejected it and now his spirit floats in the infinite nothingness of the afterlife." She moved away from the console, secure in the knowledge that the Jedi in question would soon enough be coming on board - and would be brought to the bridge when he did so. She watched as Lossa encouraged the young Padawan to hide behind her, only for the girl to take a defensive stance before the pregnant Zeltron. The shade's hands softly clasped together, as if she was appreciative of Zaiya's actions.

"It would be easier to do that if you were not taking people away from my planet, young one." She said calmly. From the tip of her finger, the shadowed form of what had commonly been known as Onrai took on a more familiar, more distinct visage that trailed up the woman's arm, torso, face, and body. Soon enough, rather than merely being a spectral shade, standing before them was a woman comprised of various shades of green.

"The common path of these Imperials is not one that an individual such as me can follow." She said. "In short, I am Via, the one worshipped by the Zhell of Notron - or what mortals today call Coruscant. Also known by many other names - the Dancing Goddess, Onrai, the Goddess, the Scorekeeper, the Lady with the Locust Heart... More recently, by the old Onrai name courtesy of the worshippers of Ord Mantell, a place my followers have transformed from a rusted junk pit left uncleaned by your Alliance into a paradise planet." She beamed - the news of the world's transformation had been broadcast across the galaxy and, if nothing else, had been a propaganda coup for the Dark Empire.

"There are things you need to know, Lossa. And you as well." She looked at the new arrival, escorted by crewmembers of the Ballarat to the bridge. "This entire battle you see waged around you is merely a fragment in something much greater, much more terrifying to know and think of than you could ever possibly hope to imagine."

 

[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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Spoiler: Task Force Vader

TASK FORCE VADER
Main Fleet INV Predator [100|012] INV Tyuk [100|038] INV Indomitable [100|048] INV Urbanus [100|036] INV Stalker [070|000] INV Starbreaker [044|000] INV Nightmare [058|058] INV Oblivion [100|029] INV Revenge [038|000] INV Dominator [040|000] INV Dark Omen [100|053]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/hab Brutes TIE/fdT Terminators TIE/fdA Annihilators

Sularen watched through the holographic tactical display as the House Mecetti Fleet arranged itself in a defensive position preparing themselves for Task Force Vader's assault against them. Just like at Keera Major, the Grand Admiral was facing the same type of ships that House Mecetti employed spearheaded only by a single two kilometer long Star Destroyer, which already put them at a disadvantage considering the Grand Admiral's task force currently fielded four large battlecruisers longer then four kilometers each. Without further support from other elements of the Alliance fleet, it would only be a matter of time before the House Mecetti Fleet would be dealt with once more.

Soon enough, Sularen's Fleet would arrive in extreme range of the House Mecetti Fleet which already would enable the Battlecruisers to unleash their heaviest weapons upon the enemy fleet. However the Grand Admiral wasn't the type of commander to reveal his strongest cards immediately as he had yet to see what tricks House Mecetti themselves had in store for him, knowing well that they'd seek revenge for the deaths of their senator and patriarch. "Fire all the non-exotic batteries that are in range of the enemy fleet, and concentrate all fire on the enemy flagship" the Grand Admiral ordered. He was interested in seeing how long the House Mecetti Flagship could last against the various heavy weapons of his own flagship considering at how the enemy was still out of range of his ships.

As the Grand Admiral ordered, the INV Predator unleashed it's might upon the flagship of House Mecetti raining fire down upon the enemy ship as energy weapons, ion weapons and even cruise missiles were launched against it. If House Mecetti had learned anything from the previous battle then they would know well to call for backup or to immediately disengage or this confrontation would be even shorter then the one at Keera Major. However as the INV Predator focused it's firepower upon the fleet of House Mecetti, an alert rang out throughout the bridge of the Grand Admiral's warship, with the holographic tactical display Infront of Sularen relaying new information, focusing on a set of ships that had appeared within the vicinity.

Approaching Task Force Vader from it's starboard flank was none other then the Alliance's newly formed 10th Sector Armada led by their Supreme Commander and spearheaded by the Alliance's Super Star Destroyer known as the ANS Mon Mothma. Before Sularen could react, the INV Predator was bombarded by the concentrated firepower of the ANS Mon Mothma, catching both the Grand Admiral and his flagship off-guard as the turbolaser barrage from the Mon Mothma struck the Imperial flagship in full force, rocking the bridge of the Predator as it found itself under fire from the enemy Super Star Destroyer.

"Primary Shields are down to 12%" Rackham said as he scrolled through his datapad assessing how much damage the Mon Mothma had inflicted in it's opening salvo, all while still standing at the side of the Grand Admiral, unfazed by this sudden development. Even though the INV Predator had two more layers of shielding beyond their primary ones, the damage inflicted by the sheer firepower of the Mon Mothma alone meant that it wouldn't last long, especially if the Mon Mothma brought it's escorts to provide support. However unlike House Mecetti, Sularen knew better then to confront such a dangerous foe, but given the positioning of his fleet compared to theirs it would be difficult to retreat without allowing them to gain some ground and deal more damge.

As Sularen pondered on his next move, the bridge shook once more from the bombardment unleashed by the Mon Mothma. "Sir, what are your orders" Rackham asked, just as the bridge shook once more. "Begin charging towards the House Mecetti and have all ships prepare themselves for a brawl." Sularen ordered. "A brawl?" Rackham asked. "But that would cause our fleet to break formation." he added. "But it will force the enemy super star destroyer to cease firing at the risk of potential friendly fire while allowing us to deal with the House Mecetti fleet and buy more time to devise a strategy to deal with that super star destroyer." the Grand Admiral countered. Plus, Sularen was very aware of the strengths and limitations of House Mecetti's warships, even in a brawl where they'd have a chance to inflict the most damage against Sularen's fleet, the likelihood of their destruction would still remain high.

Thus, the eleven warships of Task Force Vader would soon begin accelerating at full speed towards the fleet of House Mecetti, soon entering battlefield range of the House Mecetti fleet as more armaments became available to unleash hell upon the House Mecetti flagship and it's escorts. While Sularen's fleet charged towards the enemy, Rackham spoke up, pointing to another cluster of smaller Alliance vessels within the scope of the holographic tactical display. "What about those evacuation efforts? Preventing the Alliance from successfully evacuating their citizens should also be a priority." Rackham asked. "Instruct Admiral Vulto to deal with them, our hands are tied up at the moment. The same goes for Admiral Hamilton and his fleet" Sularen responded.

As instructed, new orders were relayed to Admiral Vulto and his fleet, instructing the Kel Dor Admiral to disrupt the Galactic Alliance's evacuation efforts and destroy as much transports and escorting warships. If things went well, then both the evacuation fleet and the fleet of House Mecetti would be dealt with in time for the Imperial Armada to concentrate it's focus on the Alliance's Super Star Destroyer which posed the greatest threat to them, and once that Super Star Destroyer was out of the picture, any further action by the Alliance Navy would only delay the Empire's inevitable victory here on Coruscant.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• The INV Predator fires all non-exotic weapons at extreme range of the House Mecetti Fleet
• The INV Predator suffers considerable damage to it's shields from the ANS Mon Mothma's bombardment
• Task Force Vader accelerates it's advance towards the House Mecetti Fleet entering Battlefield range of the fleet, with all ships firing all available weapons at Battlefield range of the House Mecetti fleet
• Admiral Bo Vulto is ordered to disrupt the evacuation efforts with his fleet

Tags [GA] | Vianca Mecetti | Amelia von Sorenn | Lossa Aureus | Isla Draellix-Kobitana
Tags [DE] | Bo Vuto

 

[Thalia Senn]

Sahar
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Thalia shrugged uncomfortably in her armor. It was made for her towards the end of the Second Great Hyperspace War, and she'd never worn it. She hadn't felt then that she had the right to wear a Jedi's armor. Now as she walked the halls of the senate chambers, she felt she had been fooling herself. She'd always been worthy.

The sounds of battle outside worried her, as did the Chancellor's insistence on staying on the world. She, along with several other senators, remained in or around Coruscant for the battle despite Jedi protest. She had been one of the Jedi assigned to protect the senator, keeping watch with a pair of blue-clad senatorial guards.

The shadow fell on her heart suddenly, like a black-winged Pamarthen drake fell on an unsuspecting skyeel. The cold gripped her first, sending chills down her spine and freezing her breath. Then, came the sick feelin in her stomach. Finally, the voice. Her voice. Tempest's voice. She groaned and stumbled, one of the guards catching her.

"Jedi Senn? What's wrong?"

"The Chancellor. She's in danger! We have to go now!" She didn't wait for the guards. Drawing on the Force for speed, she sprinted towards the chancellor's offices, her lightsaber at the ready. As she turned the corner to Auteme's suites, she activated her lightsaber. She didn't think, didn't stop. She simply acted, letting her instincts and the Force guide her to where she knew her enemies would be. Thalia fell into Sahar like a crashing wave, her green blade humming, her mind a thunderous storm of emotions as Tempest tried to claw her way out of her soul.

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[Addison Porte]

"Tinks"
"Revenant Six"
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Revenant Squadron
Flight Lieutenant Addison Porte
GA 10th Sector Armada
Piloting: Blue & black X-wing | R9 unit "Gizmo"
Allies: Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis | Djikra Elnev | Shar Sieu
Enemy: TBD

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Addison Porte climbed up the T-95h's service ladder and plopped down onto the pilot couch like she always did, but today... Well, today was going to be pretty significant. The Galactic Alliance and their allies were defending their capital world - scratch that, former capital world though I won't digress. But nonetheless, they were here to stop the Sith from taking hold of the Core once again.

It was ironic that she wasn't the only member of her family to have directly participated in such a grand mission. Addison's mother, Alexandra Porte neé Russo, had done just that though it was the Galactic Alliance who were on the offensive during that particular Battle for Coruscant. "Alleycat" was a flight lieutenant, like her, and flew with the infamous Rogue Squadron. They defeated the One Sith and saved the Core. Would this Galactic Alliance be as lucky against the Dark Empire and at what cost? Time will only tell.

<You okay, missy? You're missing him, huh... >

"Yeah, I'm fine, Gizzy. And gods no, he and I were over long ago," Addy scoffed perhaps a little too much in regards to her feelings or not still for him, whatever, then she continued a tick later after pulling on her crashwebbing and taking a centering breath.

"Just thinking about the tales mom told me about the big battle... Gotta be smart and keep our heads on a swivel if and when we start racing through the duracrete canyons. It was some pretty intense flying from what she said," Addy replied while pushing the button for the transparisteel canopy to close.

"Let's rock n roll, buddy!" the brunette expressed with measured enthusiasm to her long-time astromech droid, then the Jedi pilot feathered the controls of her snubfighter and lifted from the landing pad to follow her fellow squadmates out of the hangar bay and into the danger zone.

~*~
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Nothing like dropping down on the enemy from above. The sun had given Revenant Squadron the perfect cover and line of attack. The flight group quickly dispatched the first screen of TIEs; Tinks splashing one eyeball and damaging another. And of course, Flyboy had the highest count of three... No doubt showing off for 'Her Majesty the Dutchess'.

That thought made the Taanabian grin and chuckle. But the fact was, Revenant Leader wasn't just fluffing his feathers to get the girl bird. No, he had the goods to back up his big ego. It's why he was commanding the Alliance's elite squadron. Each pilot was picked for their high level of flying skills and deserved to be outfitted in the iconic blue flight suit that only the Rev's wore along with piloting the latest X-wing available. Well, that was true except Addison chose to keep her tried and true blue and black 'Howling'. Hopefully, today that was a good decision, and the Force was with her.

[ "Rev Six reporting in, ] Porte keyed over the comm unit, then looked over with her brandy brown eyes through the yellow visor of her helmet to Revenant Eight; her new wingmate for this mission. She didn't know the Dathormiri witch well, but they did have one very important thing in common - The two were both Force users and the only ones in the squadron.

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[Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
CORUSCANT | GALACTIC SENATE
Darth Solipsis | Kyric | Sahar | Auteme | Bernard | Prowler II

FEAR​

Total control was assumed by Creuat’s interference, the speeder came closer and closer. Finally, he let go as Kyric unorthodoxly dismounted and the speeder crashed violently on to the rooftop though did little to penetrate the rooftop’s strong exterior. His focus was now on the determined Karis, the boy sprinting at the Nautolan without stopping from graceful, controlled fall from his speeder. Kyric was full of confidence and determination with each step, closing the gap between the two and drawing his blade to cleave the Nautolan.

Things would not go according to Kyric’s own designs. Strong he was, but there was much to refine before reaching his ultimate peak.

The crimson blade surged to life from the lignan crystal in his lightsaber, not more than a second when the sound of thunder unsheathed Kyric’s blade. Creuat’s lightsaber intercepted the arc of Kyric’s attack and their blades interlocked. He snarled with hush growl as his black eyes stared down at the boy as if peering through his soul.

“Living in the shadow of your father, boy?” and so begin the taunts to break Kyric’s will and focus. Creuat would plant the seeds of fear and doubt within the young Jedi, and he would nurture them to corrupt Kyric little by little.

Fear was the path to the Dark Side.

The lock of their blades splintered as Creuat pushed away Kyric using his lightsaber. “The very shadow casted upon you will only consume you, Kyric. After all, look what happened to your father,” a grin etched his lips as he dared to insult Ryv’s name. His intent was to instigate Kyric’s emotions, and use them against him.

“His efforts are in vain,” continuing to mock Ryv in front of his son, stepping close to the Jedi, ”and so will be yours when you fail to save Auteme from the Emperor’s wrath!” and directed his blade to arc swiftly at Kyric’s left shoulder in synchronization to his shout. No matter what was Kyric’s defense in response, it would flow into a cut at his torso from left to right.

 

[Shar Sieu]

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

Flight Lieutenant Adjunct-Commander Sieu
Revenant Squadron 76th Reserve Squadron "Cyclones", 205th (Reserve) Air Division, Coruscant Defense Command​

Six hours ago

Klaxons blared. The buzz of sizzling ion cells, like a bass line against the shrill whistles and whirring carriage gear. The heavy smell of grease oil and searing tinge of compressed atmospheric air. Moving up alongside the hangars of the orbital platform, a squadron of a dozen, plus a Gossam ace, finished their final briefing before their B-Wings were elevatored into the hangars.

"Cyclones, I've trained you as best I can. I wish we had more time, but..."

"Don't worry boss, we got this. We won't let you down," the squadron leader grinned, though her smile was tempered with the pursing of determination.

Shar gave a wan smile. The reserve pilots of Cyclone were fired up and ready to go- the professional certainty of months of practice, grim determination and cocksure confidence in equal measure. Good. They'd need all three. The fact he'd been able to steady their nerves and give them valuable practice was more than he'd feared.

"Hey, maybe we can get an invite to the vaunted Revenants someday!"

Shar looked down, proudly, at the blue flightsuit that marked him as one of the best in the Starfighter Corps, then back up at the others, donning their old-model flightsuits with hastily stitched squadron numbers and markings. Joining the Revenants... his time in it had been one of pride and much sorrow. Just as the near future looked to be.

"Besrak, you have better things to do than concerning yourselves with the Revenants back from the dead- Stay sharp, follow orders, and maybe one day the name of the Cyclones will outshine even the Revenants. Not that you could succeed in doing that, of course." Some of them laughed, others rolled their eyes at the obvious encouragement. Good, keep their nerves steady. They clambered into their B-Wings with practiced ease- a result of Shar's drilling- once the Assault Fighters were moved into the hangar, their headsets already calling for the squadron to make ready for launch.

"To your ships, Cyclones, and may the Force be with you!"

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Flight Lieutenant Shar 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 ||
Pal Veda
souls soaring for freedom
ENEMIES: Wilhelm Vonreg , souls weighed down by gravity

"These are our skies. Make it known, Revenant. All callsigns, check in.

Rev-1, checking in."

Soaring across the charred skies of Coruscant like avenging angels were the blue and black X-Wings of Revenant, cutting through the swarms of menacing TIEs marauding across the cityscape. Down below, millions fought and died, the Dark Empire's assault moving into full swing.

"Revenant Twelve, reporting in," she called into the channel. "Beautiful shots, Commander."

[ "Rev Six reporting in, ]

<<Rev-Four, loud and clear.>> He saluted Addison as her X-wing glided past. Amidst all the new voices of Revenant, it was good to know he was not the only one of the old crew back from the grave.

Ensconced in its cockpit, Shar felt the advanced X-wing dance and sing a ballet of death through the air as he followed the squadron through the cloud of TIEs. It was entirely different from the B-wings he was used to- while the Heavy Assault Fighter felt like driving a strong work-ox, every tug and press of the control stick and the rudders of the TX-05-A1 felt like wrangling a pair of thoroughbreds.

Well, close enough. Never did get to ride horses anyway.

The scope lit up as the squadron circled back to their patrol zone. High up, diving in, from the aft-portside.

<<Four to squadron, check your eight, aces high.>>

As he watched the group of Alliance Fighters fly away, the Crimson Baron smiled behind his helmet and licked his lips, having found his new prey. "Revenant" he muttered as he shunted the power to his engines ready to begin his hunt for some of the Alliance's best pilots. "Crimson Linings, with me" Vonreg said as he began to pursue Revenant Squadron followed by his escort, ready to unleash hell upon them as he had done multiple times during the Second Great Hyperspace War.

The scope lit out with the red dots of the TIEs as the TACREG system absorbed and processed the data of the X-wing's powerful sensor suite- and up flashed tactical recognition frames. Shar's throat tightened, and he felt the blood rise to his head and arms. There, in bright red, was a name. No, he realised, as he craned his head and saw their panels reflected in the burning sky. Not bright red.
Crimson.

<<Hostile ID visually confirmed: We got the Crimson Linings on our tail, repeat, enemy ace squadron confirmed. The bastard that got Tren Chaar is here. Lead, recommend immediate engagement and destruction.>>

Without waiting, Shar locked on to the lead TIEs and locked S-foils. Payback for the Mawite Imperials was long overdue.

It looked like Revenant were not the only ghosts back to haunt the Galaxy, but if Shar had anything to say about it (and I do) only one would remain by day's end.​