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

[Vianca Mecetti]

The House Mecetti Defense Fleet deployed to Coruscant

Spoiler

Flagship Obscurer Class Destroyer
MHGN Banshee <-- Command ship of Lady Vianca Mecetti || 90%

Victory Class Destroyers
MHGN Legend <-- In Formation with Flagship || 92%
MHGN Bloodborn <-- In Formation with Flagship || 87%
MHGN Lineage <-- In Formation with Flagship || 91 %
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, 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."

Lady Mecetti's expression soured as she heard the message from the Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet Supreme Commander.

Already, the enemy's most long-range attacks were peppering the Mecetti Fleet.

Vianca gestured to the communication's officer to open a channel.

"Supreme Commander, perhaps you have failed to grasp the nature of the situation. Sularen is bearing down on my forces-"

The Obscurer shuddered.

"-perhaps even my flagship specifically. For whatever reason, he seems to have designated me his principal target."

Perhaps Casteban had dealt Sularen a more serious blow than she'd realized. What had been the outcome of that final ramming attack? The sensor records were unclear.

"If I return the main body of my fleet to join the evacuees, this will only place the evacuees in additional danger.

Until Sularen is dealt with, anywhere I place my flagship becomes a target.

You can either take advantage of that fact, or not. But drawing his hostile fire towards the evacuees seems like the mother of bad ideas. Especially as this particular foe is known to use weapons with extreme radioactive effects.

I recommend engaging him with all possible force while he remains preoccupied with me. House Mecetti is willing to risk damage if it means that Sularen is stopped by you."

She gestured to the communications officer again, and the transmission ended. Then she looked to the Captain of the Obscurer.

"Rotate our escort slowly, so that no single ship lingers overlong in the firing arc of the enemy. Ensure they place the majority of their shields on the side facing Sularen's fusillade.

We will try to spread out the damage being caused by him throughout our entire fleet. This will result in a greater number of damaged ships for us, but hopefully a smaller quantity of critical damage to any one ship. In such a way, we will remain functional as a fleet for as long as possible.

Order all ships to return fire with Assault Concussion Missiles, and add our long-range turbolasers for as long as he remains at long range.

Once his forces come within shorter ranges, open up with all standard turbolaser batteries and the Blastboats. Concentrate fire on the most poorly defended targets first. Maximize enemy casualties. The more ships of his we take down, the fewer the GA forces will have to confront. Employ point-defense blasters as needed to intercept flyers and guided ordinance.

Do plot a course to rejoin the evacuees, but do not engage until Sularen's advance is stopped.

We don't want to bring his ire to them."

The last thing she needed was for House Mecetti to become known for running away to hide among innocent civilians while they were under attack. Especially if Sularen used radioactive ordinance.

The Obscurer shuddered once more as some enemy fire penetrated the flanking ships and splashed across their shield envelope.

Then the starscape became punctuated by the flight of countless missiles, chased by long-range turbolaser bolts. Deadly fire now moved in two directions between the opposing forces.

The fighting had begun in earnest.

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TL;DR -

Spoiler

A - Vianca Mecetti explains to the Supreme Commander why she isn't comfortable rejoining the evacuees.

B - The Mecetti Fleet begins rotating their defensive formation so that damage is spread among multiple vessels.

C - The Mecetti forces fire 196 Assault Concussion Missiles and two Long Range Turbolaser Batteries.

D- The Mecetti forces will answer any close contact with over 300 Turbolaser cannons in the main body of their ships and 72 additional turbolaser cannons among the blastboats. Point-defense blaster cannons on the flagship will seek to intercept starfighters and ordinance.

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Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Lossa Aureus Isla Draellix-Kobitana ] | Bo Vuto Marlon Sularen

 

[Kol Ambo]

Kol's Inventory

Spoiler

M-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol in shoulder holster
Holo-Badge for Marshal Service
Reserve Ranger Holo-Badge for Sector Rangers
Federal Law Enforcement Armor Trenchcoat
Covert Blast Vest
Datapad
Comlink
G9-J Rigger Light Freighter 'Curious Kitty'
Stuncuffs
Gumshoes

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An enemy interceptor detonated under fire from the Curious Kitty's guns, and Kol couldn't help but feel that it had been a lucky shot.

The soup in the skies above Coruscant was so thick, even a freighter could get an attack vector in this target-rich environment.

As the components of the broken interceptor fell away from the fireball and peppered the forward shields of the Kitty, Kol put the ship into a steeper ascent, breaking atmosphere and entering orbital space.

The scope showed the flotilla of refugee ships and capital escorts inching away, escorted by a huge number of mining guild starfighters. Kol didn't know off the top of his head why mining guild starfighters were here, and he wasn't going to trouble himself over it. The important thing was making sure the evacuees got to safety, or everything that had transpired on the ground this terrible day was for naught.

Gunning the engines, he brought the Curious Kitty into formation with the refugee transports, transmitting his Friend-or-Foe signals so that the Alliance vessels would know not to fire on him.

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TL;DR - The Curious Kitty joins the refugee ships

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Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Lossa Aureus Isla Draellix-Kobitana Bo Vuto Marlon Sularen

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant
Tags: Braze , Marlon Sularen

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"Then we're on the same page."

Jasper killed the shields on the starfighter, putting all of the power into the already fast engines of the vessel. Sularen seemed to be gearing up to battle the fleet of the Tepani Sector. He silently gave them some thoughts of concern. Their previous senator had lead them into a battle that would be the last of many. Hopefully these men and women would be spared the same fate. At the very least it provided cover for their entry.

He could return the favor.

"Alright, kid, this is gonna get messy," he relayed. "When we breach the hangar, move all power to the primary guns. And maybe hold onto something."

And Jasper was coming in hot. As the battle began to rage, with Dark Empire starfighters racing out to meet the incoming fleet, the knight began to take evasive action, weaving through the young naval battle to the best of his abilities. The Epo-1 was a wild starfighter, one not made for the average pilot. Its speed was unruly, already requiring a skilled hand to see it through a journey. The force was all but required. Given the fact that it lacked heavy ordinance, it required getting in close and personal and out just as quickly.

He had a feeling this wasn't it's intended purpose. Still, Jasper knew it was fast enough to get them into Sularen's flagship with minimal preliminary detection. They'd be on board and blowing up his hangar before he even realized.

"Brace yourself," Jasper told his student. "We only have so much time to get this done. Sularen aside, the ship has an on board gravity well. It's used to entrap enemy fleets, pull them out of hyperspace. I imagine lobbing the thing into its buddies will make quite the mess. So be prepared for a hasty exit." He took a moment to breath and prepare himself. "We're going in."

The Epo-1 breached the hangar hot. Jasper threw the starfighter left so that when it hit the ground it began to spin while it skid. Sparks flew as it made contact with the ground, reducing the durasteel shell to scrap and throwing debrees everywhere. He held down the trigger on the laser cannons, lighting up the hangar with high-powered rounds that destroyed indiscriminately, tearing through unarmored equipment and starfighters not yet prepped for lauch, lacking their shielding. This spinning would last for a few moments before the Epo-1 collided with a wall at the end of the hangar, coming to a stop.

"Alright," Jasper groaned, shaking off the pain of the impact. "Now the fun begins."

 

[Denn Verdan]

Denn's Inventory

Spoiler

Denn's Green Bladed Lightsaber
Denn's Songsteel tunic

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Denn peered in concern as the Dark Presence on the bridge proclaimed itself a God of many names, while taking on an emerald hue.

That's my color, Denn thought briefly.

There had been reports about such an entity at the height of the Dark Empire leadership, known to make such claims. But Denn hadn't expected to encounter it personally. He certainly hadn't expected it to manifest right here on the bridge of this starship during evacuations. It seemed only a matter of time before this creature completed its monologue and became violent.

Denn did not want to see that happen.

As always, the peace-preferring Jedi was slow to draw a weapon, and quicker with an attempt at dialogue.

"If you are a God, why follow this path? Use your power to oppose evil, death, and destruction, rather than being its herald.

If you are a God, it benefits you not at all to do such things, or to see such things done as now unfold all around us.

You claim to have built a paradise. Very well. I am prepared to believe it.

So make a show of your power now- not by exercising it- but by withholding it. For surely only the very wise have power and control.

Restraint is the mark of the very greatest beings. Animals have none. Ordinary sentients have too little. But a God? A God must be the ultimate entity of restraint. Power bound only by their inestimable will.

I implore you: Leave this fleet of evacuees unmolested.

Tell the other forces of the Dark Empire to withdraw from these civilians, and leave them be as they flee from here. They will listen to your word, I am sure.

We shall then all be witness to a great mercy.

Your power will be felt in the mind and heart, better than the body of these poor souls.

Your legend will spread best among the living, rather than the dead.

Let us be on our way, and see your praises sung to the stars."

Perhaps if he appealed to this creature's vanity and self-importance, he could convince it to leave them alone.

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

 

[Braze]

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Spoiler

TAGS: 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

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Chapter One:
Eclipse

"When we breach the hangar, move all power to the primary guns. And maybe hold onto something."

"Copy that," Braze acknowledged with a determined nod. He happily prepared to follow the instructions, taking a few slow, careful breaths as they neared their target. The anticipation was electric, the calm before the storm of chaos they were about to unleash.

As Jasper briefed him, Braze couldn't help but feel a growing thrill at the prospect of their mission. "I like the way you think. We'll give 'em Chaos to pay," he chirped happily, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Brace yourself," Jasper told his student. "We only have so much time to get this done. Sularen aside, the ship has an on board gravity well. It's used to entrap enemy fleets, pull them out of hyperspace. I imagine lobbing the thing into its buddies will make quite the mess. So be prepared for a hasty exit." He took a moment to breath and prepare himself. "We're going in."

With the hangar in sight, Braze flicked the power to the primary guns as instructed just as they passed the opening. The manic giggle that bubbled up and escaped him was involuntary, a burst of joyful exhilaration as the Epo-1 spun wildly upon entering the hangar. The sensation was akin to a fun rollercoaster ride, and Braze found himself enjoying it despite the peril. The starfighter's collision with the hangar wall was jarring, but the padding in his suited armor absorbed much of the impact, leaving him high-spirited and ready for action.

As the Epo-1 came to a halt, Braze was quick to disembark. With acrobatic grace, he flicked on his lightsaber, the hum of the blade resonating with his heightened adrenaline as he flourished it in a defensive manuver. He moved to guard Jasper's flank, ready to defend and bring up the rear. His eyes darted around, scanning for any immediate threats. He was poised, every muscle in his body tense with the thrill of the impending battle. The hangar was a scene of chaos, debris scattered everywhere, and unprepared enemies scrambling to respond.

Braze felt the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, the high of excitement fueling his every move. This was what he trained for, the rush of combat, the clarity of purpose. He was ready to face whatever came next, trusting in his skills and the bond he shared with Jasper. Together, they would carve a path through the enemy, leaving destruction in their wake.

 

[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(41/48)	%95/%99
Sharp	%100/%100
Castle	%100/%100
Dainty	%90/%100
Valorous	%92/%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 Amelia von Sorenn Kol Ambo
Company Tags: Onrai Nouqai Veil
Enemy Tags: Marlon Sularen Bo Vuto
Post #: 3

She had enough time to register the words Zaiya spoke before the interruption. A blank expression on her face realizing the girl was in fact not entirely too embarrassed to be speaking so frankly. An appreciative smile appeared before it was wiped away by the appearance of Onrai.

“I will not forget your question.” Assured words to the padawan before she had moved to speak to their guest.

The Ratcather and Bootstrap lined up with their escorts, breaking away from the formation of the Support Fleet as they set their courses and shared them with the House Mecetti counterparts. The concern from each ship within the Fleet grew as orders came through with warnings to use secure lines only.

Both Modular Transports burned hard for the surface with their escorts as the Upstart moved to the nose of the formation with the emergence of a dedicated enemy Fleet within Sensor range.

It was a worrying thing for the officers as the Mecetti fleet moved to disengage from the Evacuation Group. Isolating themselves as the central focus of the enemy vessels. The Upstart sent a request for updated orders as it prepared itself to strike, receiving instead orders to remain at general quarters but to remain uninvolved. The Mecetti and Alliance fleets had their task, and the Support group would not falter in theirs.

Updated orders were dispensed to the Support Group as the enemy fleet began to engage their counterparts. All of them advised to drop below the engagement zone and adjust to keep the Duchess and Lightning at the center while the Corvettes supported by the Sharp and Castle would begin to screen for threats.

Just as quickly as the Dark Empire had shown at least part of their hand throwing munitions at the Mecetti fleet, the Alliance's 10th Fleet arrived in a spectacular show of force. A pointed volley sent into the flagship of the Dark Empire as quiet murmurs of joy came across the Ballarat’s command bridge. Ruby eyes shifting between their dark guest and the tactical display along the wall as positions and plans updated.

As much as the lessons on Naboo had been a royal pain in the exhaust port, those lessons had come in handy for something at least. Their newest guest to arrive was a lightsider, a Denn Verdan that held the title of consular knight.

“Welcome, Knight Verdan.” Her smile forced but no less pleasant at the next intrusion to happen on her bridge. It wasn’t his fault, not that it helped her irritation, that he’d been given clearance by their darkside guest instead of her. “I’m sure in some way you will find use. Lossa Aureus, knight. This is Zaiya, padawan of Shan, currently stationed with us to help with evacuation.”

Eyeing the padawan and keeping a mental note as Zaiya put herself between Onrai and herself. Brave, and perhaps something the New Jedi Order could be lauded for. But also tremendously dangerous in this particular moment. Instead of pushing Zaiya aside as another might, Lossa rested her single hand on the girl's shoulder. Tapping into the force to share her own, if manufactured, calm to flow through the physical connection.

“Zaiya, I understand your caution and you are doing well for that. But our guest so far has made no move for violence, so we should temper ourselves.” Voice carefully kept to a calming tone that kept authority behind it. They were at a disadvantage, and while it would likely bring trouble for everyone in some way, Lossa was fully aware of which hip the white bladed lightsaber of her grandmother rested if the need arose.

Onrai spoke, making note of her foray and the results as Lossa kept a hand on Zaiya for the moment. As much to lean on the young padawan as to keep them both grounded.

The comment about the Cardinal however seemed to drain the forced cheer from the edges of her smile. The shine of her ruby eyes dim against the light show outside that seeped into the command bridge. The vessel seamlessly adjusted course as the viewport changed from the liminal glow of the sun gracing the planet to the clouds that hung around the topside of the city.

The mental voice inside of Lossa snickered before it whispered. Emerging with the growing presence of the dark side on Coruscant. Fears and worries feeding it now as her mirrored self held the final bastion of calm hostage.

That was a good show. Too bad we didn’t stick around for the fun part.

A mental step back from the anger that coursed like lightning through her veins at the memory of the Cardinal being killed before her very eyes. Even without knowing who the man was, it seemed an ill end to someone so faithful. The reminder of her inability to act in that moment fueled the darker part of her. Finding herself torn between wanting to force Onrai off her ship, and the reasonable part of her brain that warned her against inviting trouble.

Onrai shifted then, drawing a skeptical gaze from the Zeltron at the change. Disrupting the slow descent of her thoughts and feelings at fresh memories she hadn't addressed yet.

Now entirely unsure if they were even dealing with one being or several as Onrai constituted herself and spoke at length. A ruse by the Dark Empire? Something to upset the evacuation efforts? The talk hadn’t devolved into violence yet, so the result was yet to be known.

“I can imagine many great, terrible things.” Unsatisfied with the dramatics of the statement as she kept her hand comfortably on Zaiya. Still exuding that forced calm to keep their feelings in check. “But this seems like a poor place to have such a conversation when we can be so easily distracted by outside events.”

Suspicious laced her voice, the feeling of irritation growing in the pit of her stomach at the continued exchange.

I warned you about change seeking you if you didn’t seek it first.

Her eyes narrowed as her mirror spoke to her through thoughts. The mental voice was a nagging one at best given the circumstances. It wasn’t as though she had been given time to decipher what her other half had meant by the comment.

A look from the Officers attempting to continue their evacuation plan drew Lossa’s gaze away from the conversation. Her face flashing an, I told you so look at the green colored Onrai as Lossa turned her face to address the officers.

Denn spoke in this time thankfully, allowing her the chance to deal with orders and information.

“We should deploy the other vessels immediately and take defensive measures.”

“Pardon?”

“There is reason to assume we will become a focused target with our descent towards the surface. We're lingering targets.” Her hand waved as she nodded, returning to the conversation. The motion was her silent signal to make it happen as the officers focused on their new task. A transmission coming in from familiar sources as the Aegis and Dawnbreaker were brought up to speed. A final interruption to her return to the conversation as a communications officer piped up, her head whipping back before she was too invested.

“The
Aegis has reported hyperwave distortions. Our three vessels should be arriving shortly.”

A pause from her as she considered her options. Eyeing the tactical display once more as she motioned to the Dawnbreaker.

“Have the Dawnbreaker deploy its support craft alongside sending down the last of our dedicated transports. Inform the Aegis to bring the Deliverance, Hilltop, and Keeper in for ground deployment when they arrive. The Aegis will then move to the center of the formation and provide overwatch. Ensure the Aegis has called general quarters and update them as we relocate” She turned once more back to Onrai, a deep sigh given before opening her eyes to listen once more.

The Officers didn't bother her a final time as a new IFF appeared on their systems. Proper clearances and codes shared as the Curious Kitty joined their descent closer to the surface.

The Droid Starfighters surrounding the Evacuation Support Group did not intercept the vessel, the large gathering of weaving and winding automated starfighters still keenly searching for inbound targets as their Scanners kept them aware of the situation overhead. Their input linked into the main systems of the Ballarat, further adding to the possible targeting data feeds as the crews kept themselves on a swivel in their gun positions.

The Breezy and Tailor met up with their escorts, not yet separating from the group as they honed in on the next potential evacuation spot. Coordinating with the Dawnbreaker for vectors on which were to be designated refugee landing bays. The information slowly passed to the Ratcatcher and Bootstrap that had left prior as the updates began to pour in.

-Elsewhere-

The Wallflower deployed another squadron of Armed Transports, noting the sudden influx of TIE fighters around its current position. Another string of strafing runs made the deployment of the transports difficult as the Wallflower attempted to shield its squadron from the next barrage. The captain of the Wallflower keying up the comms to the Ballarat as he stared out of the command bridge at another partial success.

Watching another set of transports sputter and be consumed by incoming fire. Some recovered enough to return to the Wallflower damaged and moved to an internal hangar for crews to begin repair, while the less fortunate transports met their fate in a burning husk falling to the city below.

Ballarat this is Wallflower. We need further starfighter screening for transport deployment. Skies are getting full of people with our number. The captain waited to hear back as one of the final Armed Transports began to lift off, its guns already sending red streaks across the sky at an incoming pair of TIE’s.

The turrets aboard the Wallflower spun round, having finally been given clearance to act as the data streamed through the targeting computers from all turrets. Their accuracy guaranteed from four different points of reference as all of the turrets opened fire. The light turbolaser bolts from the Wallflower screamed to meet the TIE’s and cover the transports as the Dainty and Valorous adjusted once more in a wide arc to get guns on passing targets.

”Copy Wallflower, we’ll be sending down assistance shortly, hang tight.” It wasn’t the news the Captain of the Wallflower had hoped to hear, but it was better than being told he had to wait for help at least.

The Ratcatcher and Bootstrap burned into the lower part of the city, finding smaller landing pads to hold them as people flooded forward against the warnings of the crew. They hadn’t been able to make landfall deeper into the lower crust of the city, but loading was a quick process until they had to begin turning people away. Trying to assure the people of their return to get them clear of the landing pad. As they began to secure their ship for exfil those desperate enough tried to sneak aboard in other ways.

Some even trying to huddle inside the landing gear bay as the crew were made to halt their exit to forcibly remove the would-be passengers.

( Makko Vyres )
The Armed Transport headed to the Jedi Temple banked and rolled in its effort to drop the tail it had acquired. A pair of TIE’s intent on bringing it down as it rounded the temple roof, firing back at its chasers. The pilot glanced at the landing pad below in their maneuver to see it filled with another shuttle or remains of one. A grunt of knowing what was coming next as they called to the gunner beside them.

“Hope they have insurance.”

A wide and wicked grin appeared on the gunner as the shuttle rolled to port, taking them low as the ship's turret gunners yelled at the sudden change. A few small adjustments mid-flight had the loaded concussion missile properties adjusted to air burst in preparation to clear a landing place. The TIE’s still hot on their tail and spinning to meet the move as the shuttle gained altitude to line up on the landing pad. Another string of green bolts had the shuttle pulling away from their path before they could deploy the concussion missile to clear the landing zone.

”Fethfethfeth.” The pilot hissed out a string of curses as they pulled on the controls, getting a side eye from their gunner as they let off the trigger. The comm transceiver yanked down as the channel was connected again. Another banking roll to starboard to keep from being shot out of the air as the shields began to dwindle to nothing. Each flare of green bolts that passed over them was more worrying than the last as the vessel tried to evade more incoming fire.

Each burst seemed to draw closer and closer to its target.

<Temple Med Bay, shuttle is currently in the air but we’ve got TIE’s on our six. Prepare who you have for a quick exit and send us a message when you are ready.>

OOC - Edit made for the Aegis and Dawnbreaker link as the links were broken. Nothing else changed.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR
Galactic Senate
Auteme

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The Dark Lord's approach was interrupted, halted by the ethereal threads weaving through the air with a strange, almost sentient motion. The Sith Master's eyes narrowed as the invisible threads, manipulated by Auteme's will, latched onto his arms and legs, attempting to bind him and slow his movements. A desk and chair followed, propelled by the Chancellor's command of the Force, hurtling towards him with deadly intent. With forceful effort he raised his hands, producing a powerful telekinetic thrust, shattering the furniture into splinters.

Freed, the Emperor's attention snapped back to Auteme, who charged forward, her resolve blazing bright. The Chancellor's form illuminated by the glow of her lightsaber, moved with an uncharacteristic grace, each step echoing the echoes of the past, tinged with a raw, unfamiliar ferocity. Her hand guided by an unseen force, an unknown ethereal ally. Her lightsaber arced towards him in a diagonal slash from hip to shoulder, a strike carrying the weight of the sun itself. The Sith'ari met the strike head-on, his crimson lightsaber rising in a flash, parrying her blade with a resounding crack that reverberated through the office. The force of her attack sent a massive crack spider-webbing across the wall behind him, followed by a delayed groan of air around them from the forceful impact of the Force imbued blow. The clashing blades produced a brilliant white light, sparks falling from their touch.

The Shield of the Jedi was relentless. As her initial strike was deflected, she spun with a vicious backhand, her hand encased in a mass of roiling Force-threads. The threads had grown, expanding into a block the size and weight of a speeder, aimed directly at the Emperor with calculated effort. With a snarl, the Dark Lord extended his free hand, his preternatural senses running wild. Channeling the dark side of the Force, the air around him crackled with energy as he attempted to catch and absorb the impact of the massive thread-encased blow.

Solipsis pushed back as he caught the blow, sent reeling by the Force of the Shield's imbued strength. His cloak fluttered around him, sending ripples in the air as he was delivered from Auteme's proximity, his feet sliding back along the floor. His head hung low, rising mere moments after fully adjusting to the aftermath of the blow. He lifted his gaze, his eyes alight with embers of pure hate.

"You have grown stronger," the Emperor cooed, straightening his posture.

With a flick of his wrist, the remaining furniture and decor of the office began to shake and levitate. In seconds, the rogue objects were sent soaring toward Auteme, their center of gravity. His freehand rose again, palm out high, only mere moments cast in the open before coming down into a clenched fist.

A massive groan of twisted metal and buckling duracrete gave way as rubble fell from above, soon to be replaced with the crushing weight of the entirety of the office ceiling torn down by the Dark Lord with hopes of burying his opponent.

"But only your HATRED can destroy me."

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[Aerarii Tithe]

SENATE BUILDING // CORUSCANT
Ariana Du Couteau

The blastdoor to the Empress Tetan delegation suite retracted upward with a hiss. Aerarii Tithe stepped into the chamber, taking a moment to soak up the familiar decorations and cultural objects. Open doorways lead from the main reception area to smaller offices and meeting rooms. Memories of another life washed over Tithe as he paused before the only seal blastdoor, a blank sheet of durasteel with no identifying marks. Behind it laid, if Tithe remembered correctly, the most prized possessions of Seto Du Couteau .

The Imperial Treasurer caught himself, surprised that being back in these chambers was proving so nostalgic. He’d always considered himself purely prized by profits, a being obsessed with wealth. Memories and fond remembrances would not grow his credits. The Senate building rocked as another Dark Empire artillery strike found its mark, a stark reminder that now was not the time for daydreaming.

Tithe turned toward the Senator’s office and caught a figure moving out of the corner of his eye. The Aargauun shrieked and jumped back, expecting to feel a blaster bolt or lightsaber burn through his chest.

Instead, he found himself facing a young woman. She asked if Tithe needed help as he stood up straight and straightened his clothes, trying to regain a sense of decorum. The young woman seemed to recognise him as she stepped closer. Tithe saw a holo of the young woman on a nearby shelf standing beside Seto and pieced together the puzzle.

“It’s Ariana, isn’t it,” he asked. Lightning flashed outside, silhouetting the young Senator. How much did she know about him? His betrayal of the Alliance was surely public knowledge by now. She was only one person but was at least four decades his junior. Was she alone, or were there others waiting to leap to her aid?

“Ah, yes... I had the distinct pleasure of working with your esteemed father, a long, long time ago,” Tithe explained. He took a few steps forward, trying to gauge if the other offices were empty. “We served together on the Finance Committee, and oh, let me tell you, those were heady days indeed. A different era, really. We valiantly kept the dead hand of regulation at bay,” He peered into another office - empty. “And the Corporatist Party, well, that was its golden age. Worlds throughout the Core were firmly within our voting bloc.” He slowly walked past a nearby desk, looking for something that could be used as an improvised weapon.

“Your father was quite the astute business being, a fashion icon, and even… a friend.”

It would be a shame to have to kill his dear friend’s daughter.

“I had actually hoped to souvenir one of your late father’s marvellous garments. I say my dear, are you here alone?” Tithe asked as both the storm and battle outside intensified, the nostalgic undertone in his voice becoming more sinister. “Surely you should be sequestered safely on Fondor, far from these tumultuous happenings?”

 

[Bernard]

​

Coruscant, Senate Building
Ascending the building with a grappling hook followed by a dynamic entrance
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Fellow actors on stage: Prowler II Kyric Creuat
Related to the storyline: Auteme Darth Solipsis as well as Sahar Thalia Senn

SWORD OF THE JEDI

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An invisible touch struck the glasteel window like a pinprick puncturing skin. Sharp lines scattered from the central point, expanding in fractal patterns. The lines expanded, covering the entire viewport. Its structural integrity weakened with each crack, but the window held. Senate engineers had worked miracles in structural integrity, miracles which now played out right before Prowler II .

Two heartbeats passed, then movement appeared beyond the viewport. A blur appeared, first distance, then dangerously close at blazing speeds.

Bernard's feet crashed through the weakened window, sending large shards flying into the room. He'd created a small protective bubble around himself that deflected the shards meant for his skin. As soon as he cleared the window into the room proper, he let go of the grappling hook. The carpeted floor before him was littered with shards. He summoned a Force burst to clear it. The shards scattered, clearing a lengthy strip of carpet in time for his descent to come to a rolling halt on top of it.

Long shadows cast by the evening sun obscured the inner half of the office. The decorations glinted unde rthe sun, ceremonial blades and armour crudely worked together but still ancient in its appearance. Priceless artefacts from one of the Alliance's many member worlds, now pincushioned with glass shards.

Bernard frowned. He sensed nothing in the room, and nothing in the room beyond. Some commotion was occuring above, but the intensity with which he could feel Auteme's determination through the Force made everything else peripheral. She was engaging the Sith'ari, alone.

If only he could sense where she was more clearly.

He took a step forward, foot landing within the shaded half of the office, and unclipped his saber as he started towards the door ...

... entirely oblivious to the danger lurking in the room with him.

 

[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 ???

-

While Zaiya was grateful that Lossa confirmed they would continue their conversation later, her primary concern was ensuring the safety of Lossa and her baby. Despite being a Padawan initiate, Zaiya was resolute in her commitment to shield Lossa from harm.

By nature, Lovalla did not have a tendency towards violence, and while she did mouth off a bit to the odd green lady, it wasn't intended to indicate that she was going to attack in any manner. Zaiya was following Lossa's lead, but that didn't mean that the girl didn't have her own thoughts and feelings about the icky lady's presence. And then, a shocking revelation she's a God?

Wait what?!

The confusion rippled over Lovalla's face in a kaleidoscopic display of bemused grays tinged with the continued wariness of the deep orange tones flecked across her skin. Even her countenance was contorted into an exasperated expression.

It was good that Lossa rested her hand upon Zaiya's shoulder, radiating a calm, empathic resonance. Zaiya had no previous interactions with Zeltron, so the Lovalla teen needed to be made aware of their empathic abilities. It would much later become evident that any species or individuals with tendencies to utilize empathic bonds, whether racial or through the Force, could mimic the empathic bonding required for Lovalla to bond. All that was needed was time and a willingness to deepen it for such a bond to manifest. Perhaps this was why Zaiya became attached to Aris Noble and her friends so quickly and intimately. Aris's willingness to be there for Zaiya no matter what translated itself into the venue for the Lovalla to weave through the Force a way for her to be connected to Aris. The more he was willing to deepen an emotional and physical connection with the Lovalla teen, the more apt it was for the Force to strengthen the intangible bond that Zaiya wove between them. This begged the question; what if Aris no longer would be willing? Would the tentative connection start to fade, as Valery had indicated before? Something to consider.

As it was presently, Zaiya was quick to find out that the direct contact between Lossa and her prompted the immediate surge of the Force and the empathic resonance that fed like a loop. Zaiya was a teen, still figuring out how the Force worked with her own species' empathic abilities, so there was no stopping the bleed back to Lossa on her wariness, but the determination to protect the Knight and her unborn child, with a hefty dose of confusion to boot.

As Lossa felt Zaiya's emotions, so did the young Padawan initiate, although the Zeltron's mental and empathic shields ensured that she kept any whispered dark murmurings closed shut. It did not stop, however, the emotional rollercoaster the Jedi Knight felt at the mention of the Ashlan Cardinal's death. There was distress there, a sense of loss and control, the memory of it all rising and crashing onto the shoreline of Lossa's memories, evoking through the connection a sense of compassion and empathy from Zaiya. The girl brought her hand up, letting it rest on top and over the coral one on her shoulder. She gave a firm, comforting squeeze with as much reassurance and consolation as a fourteen-year-old could give to an adult.

"It's okay," Zaiya murmured quietly for Lossa to hear. “I'm here," she added, burnished bronze painting the delicate patterns over her face in compassion. All the while, those opal blue eyes were situated firmly on Onrai, now manifested into the figure of a green lady. Something bothered Zaiya -- well alot of things bothered Zaiya about the lady who called herself Via. While the Lovalla teen was a child, the Force would nudge at her that something was intricately wrong about Via.

Well, besides the fact that she sounded crazy. Lovalla had their own pantheon, but because Zaiya had been orphaned so young, she never experienced the religion as her parents had. The concept of avatars of such Gods was foreign to one who typically relied on science and technology.

Then again, not even a few months ago, Zaiya would have laughed at the concept of some magical thing called the Force that made people do all kinds of crazy things.

What one may call a God could very well be a Force user who had Mastered their knowledge of the Force. But a God in reality?

Doubtful.

Zaiya's face, both in color and in expression, showed doubt about everything Via said.

Long-winded people tended to talk a lot just to cover up what they were really doing.

Zaiya could only hope both Lossa and the new Jedi Knight would be able to see that.

 

[Onrai]

Objective: Elaborate
Tags: Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Lossa Aureus Nouqai Veil

"On the contrary. Notron will soon return under Vian influence - it's best to explain things sooner rather than later." She said to Lossa. "And I'm not sure you can imagine the horrors of the past." She said. A hand slowly raised as she prepared to imprint upon Lossa the past horrors of the Cosmic Wars, taken directly from the minds of the dead-yet-living constructs slain in otherspace. "Zaiya, you may want to keep your ward steady."

Then Denn made the allegorical appeal to heaven. Via listened respectfully to him, letting him finish before she responded. After all, he had been courteous enough to not whip out a blade like other more tempestuous Jedi would have.

"The Jedi naivety - sometimes one must destroy to preserve. Before the Tho Yor landed on Tython and your order was founded, there was such a better understanding of what the true enemy was - an enemy even the Sith were eventually led away from." She said. "I show restraint even now by not simply snaring these ships and taking them to Ord Mantell - or to the place I call home. You ask me to offer a blessing to people who neither believe in me nor pray for such a boon - why? I appreciate your appeal to vanity - you would not have been the first - but I will need more than that. But I will be courteous, Denn - and offer you the boon of a great knowledge."

Where once one hand had been raised, now another was as she yet sought to push forth the memories she possessed. Chthonic horrors spawned from abominable creatures. Six manifestations of unfettered darkness, each wrapped in the shell of another being. A dead, lifeless realm whose only inhabitants, barring the shattered remains of broken scaled cubes, were Charnel Worlds of unimaginable horrors. The fleshy labyrinths of Diyu and the twisted aberrations within, ruled by the Hierophant of Hierophants. The amorphous monstrosities that were the Rozzum. Clashes of beings of light and darkness who were unlike anything Jedi or Sith - far older, far more ancient. Plasmatic ooze that devoured mortals from the inside out. Scuttling creatures, half-humanoid and half-insect, daughters of a greater Night Spirit. All of these things flowed towards the two - and likely to Zaiya by proxy.

-

Monitor-class corvette, Toxmalb
Muscave orbital path, parallel to Coruscant

The Toxmalb entered the system, one of the ships within Onrai's fleet. The aging vessel was guaranteed to be torn apart by modern firepower, and it was a corvette to boot. That said, the vessel was not in any way playing a direct role in the battle. Instead, it had come for a much more oblique purpose, to aid the military efforts of the Dark Empire on a much less obvious note. The ship floated within communications range, but well outside the battle, around the gas giant of Muscave outside Coruscant's orbit.

The message that had been sent by Onrai through the Ballarat's systems had provided the Toxmalb with the Ballarat's ID information courtesy of intercepting the message the twice-false goddess had sent to Denn. The crew of the corvette observed the swarm of droid starfighters around the ships, and a plan to respond to them was quickly reached.

A transmission was sent, using cloned ID codes to mark the transmission as the from the Ballarat itself. The transmission was a very simple two-piece command sequence.

1. Terminate escort protocols, travel to the House Mecetti Defense Fleet of Vianca Mecetti , enter the hangar bays of the various ships, override IFF protocol limitations, and open fire before overloading and detonating their reactor cores.
2. Lock down all external communications for every droid starfighter unit, regardless of IFF, ID codes, or command structure of an incoming message, and reject any and all attempts to communicate with the units from any source after the receipt, acknowledgement, and reception of the transmission in question.

Presuming the transmission was made correctly, this would achieve two goals - it would take cover away from the Ballarat's fleet, forcing them to look to alternative means of protection, and it would aid Marlon Sularen by hopefully serving, if nothing else, as a distraction and opportunity for him to apply more pressure on the Alliance fleets.

For now, the Toxmalb would continue to keep itself readied for further necessary comm disruption and mimickry.

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

CORUSCANT | UNDISCLOSED LOCATION | HIDDEN HEART HANGAR
OBJECTIVE I | ECLIPSE

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By the time Tansu and the others slid into the hangar, she was out of breath. As soon as the orbital systems announced a threat throughout the Hidden Heart, the gang sprung into action and ran. So. Much. Running. Her hands dropped to her knees in a half-squat, and between gasps, she made a silent vow to work on improving her cardio endurance.

"H-how did—" eked out between huffs and puffs "—the shield come down that quickly."

An answer wasn't expected. It was more a marvel from the update that pinged through the systemwide communique that BD-9 had sliced for the rogue group, and they all ensured to travel with. Kyric had no idea the twins were up to anything, and Talin and Tansu meant to keep it that way lest they be grounded. Or he spent his time fretting about getting them off the planet. As far as he was concerned, they were in line to be benefactors of The Alliance's strict evacuation efforts.

BD-9 delivered updates as they came: <<Tenth sector Armada is engaging, Revenant Squadron has been deployed!>>

They'd known an invasion was coming — everyone could feel it! Impending doom had gloomed around Coruscant since they arrived. But they'd been so busy on random side quests and adventures, that neither of the twins had time to sign up for the Air Force in any official capacity or go through all the rigorous training. The Defense Force had too many rules! The teenage aspiring heroines had no time for stringent expectations around class attendance, tests, rank structure and minimum age requirements.
"Revenant," Tansu wheezed, finally catching her breath. "They'resocool." If they'd gone through the rubric of the Air Academy, maybe that squadron would have been their first assignment.

But, with no time for rules or guidelines, they took matters into their own hands. Scrambling to their private, secluded hangar, out of breath, and outfitted in vintage that hadn't been seen since the days Saber Squadron ruled the skies. Loske Treicolt and Maynard Treicolt would be proud. Or furious. Best not to think about them now!

Tansu lifted her head and peered into the hangar. Her eyes popped in surprise. Next to the heavily modified vintage X-02s, sat a nice, sleek, chrome, brand-new, Nabooian fighter. It looked hilariously juxtaposed next to the ramshackle X-Wings that Talin and Tansu had worked tirelessly on for the past weeks. Both of the iconic starfighters looked salvaged, retrofitted with spare parts Tansu had pilfered from a Dark Empire shipyard, and spray painted with a homemade Saber Squadron stencil on either side of the hulls. BD-9 made a low, binary whistling noise from her shoulders and she nearly mimicked it.

"And what is that?" Her head whipped around to Talsin, a mix of awe, surprise and the eensiest measure of envy "Is that yours? Whend'ja honswaggle that?! You don't even fly well 'nuff for that!"

Time was precious, and she wasted seconds delaying the mad dash to her X-Wing, parked between the silver fighter and the twin X-02, to appreciate the nimble craftsmanship of the fighter she'd never had the chance to fly. It was gorgeous.

But she dared not give that compliment. Instead, she huffed out a disapproving: "Yer missin' the stencil." and scrambled onto her own ship. The sequence she followed was well-practiced. Up the rungs, over the edge of the cockpit, safety strap on

"Chiefy, can you make sure all that dee-ee hullaballoo is hooked up? And queue up the external coupling?"

:: Yes, right away!:: The BD affirmed, and even in binary beeps and whistles, the masculine-programmed droid sounded chipper. Like he was sharing the same energized enthusiasm as the twins and Talsin. Well. Definitely the twins, anyway. :: Remember though, with all these add-ons, The Alliance might not register you as friendlies.::

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, I reckon." Tansu murmured. The cockpit sealed around her, and she felt ready for this. Born for it. She exhaled, bore the smarmiest, most confident grin ever stretching across her lips, and yanked her helmet over her hair. With the flick of a switch, she cut in the repulsor lift generators and feathered the throttle to raise the fighter from the hangar deck. Chieftain scuttled into his position, nestling in securely to manage the controls on her behalf.

<All systems green on my end. Chieftain's got y'all synchronized to the same flight vectors too. I can see your engine status and everythin'.

Say, uhh, Spice, I think our friend here needs a callsign. I ain't saying Tal and Tal to get your attention up there.

Aand, he might not be a true pilot, but we can pretend! Hows'about Shiny?>

They'd discussed how to stay synchronized if the external coupling failed like it had over the junkyard escapade. Melding was the most straightforward answer; Talin and Tansu were naturally connected. Tansu and Talsin had already established a bridge because of the scrapyard sneaking. Therefore, it made sense to have Tansu initiate the meld. She closed her eyes, breathed out, made herself huge, stretched out, and knocked on the mental doors of her fellow rogue pilots.

____________________________________________________________
SIDEQUEST SABER SQUADRON ENJOYERS | Talin Treicolt | Talsin Lota
ALLIES | GA FLYBOYS 'N GIRLS
ENEMIES | OTHERWISE
____________________________________________________________​

​

 

[Talsin Lota]

His parents had insisted that if he wanted a starfighter he’d get a real one. Not one of those Incom knock-offs flying around or ancient models being constantly scrapped because they were only as good as the durasteel still bolted onto them. One of them asked if Talsin was feeling well right after that second line because he had suddenly flushed.

But Tal wasn’t about to tell them that he had been cavorting on one of those scrapyards just the other week and all of this was inspiration given to him back then.

“And that’s why I need a top-o-the-line starfighter to help me get on y’alls level.” Talsin responded smoothly to Tansu’s quip about his experience or lack thereof. In truth he wasn’t too bad, he had logged a lot of hours in the virtual computer back at their estate on Teta (no need to go anywhere, anytime he felt an itch he could just strap himself in) and had private lessons from an experienced pilot out of Sullust.

The only thing Tal was missing was actual cutthroat experience in a starfighter. A snubfighter was all good and well, but it wasn’t the same.

“Well, if we survive to tell the tale, I am sure we can spray paint the decal.” Talsin muttered after a while before shaking his head and following suit, jumping into the sleek bantha-leathered seat of his Naboo-crafted starfighter.

It even smelled of money.

Truth to be told, Talsin was embarrassed about it. But he hadn’t wanted to put up too much of a fight with his parents lest they question why he suddenly wanted one to begin with.

< Shiny… > Talsin laughed. < Sure, Shiny it is… Sugar. >

Sugar and Spice.

They were so aggressively cowgirls he sometimes wondered if she was doing it on purpose.

As the engines started to roar Talsin closed his eyes. Just for a brief moment to allow Tansu in and let her forge the connection between the three of them. It still felt uncomfortable to him, but he understood the need for it. Once they were up in the air, it didn’t matter if they had an AI HUD to assist them.

They’d need more-

Talsin gasped as the connection between them was established. He turned his head and saw three images at once. From Tansu’s perspective, Talin’s and his own. “Wow. This is gonna take some getting used to…”

Then the fighter lifted up and he could practically feel it purr around him.

“Oh… oh chit, this thing. Sugar, you’d love to fly this thing, don’t even tell me you wouldn’t!”

Tansu Treicolt Talin Treicolt

 

[Auteme]

Darth Solipsis​

Anything not bolted down was sent hurtling straight at her -- chairs, vases, paintings, office supplies. Once more the threads of her armour responded, flying out to intercept. A dozen hands pushed a couch aside, others shattered a vase, shards flying past her. One of the splinters from the destroyed desk sliced across her cheek, but before she could decide to raise another barrier, his fist clenched.

The ceiling collapsed on her, and she turtled, threads surrounding her before she was crushed under the debris. There was a moment of stillness, of held breath -- then a familiar roar shook the building, and through the debris crashed a serpentine dragon, maw agape to consume him. The last time they'd clashed here, she'd thrown a dragon only half this one's size at him; now its fangs were sharper, glinting with deadly intent. It raced forward, watery form swimming through the office.

"Careful what you wish for," she boomed.

 

[Kyric]

The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful
The Tengu of Ashina
FALLEN WORLD
Senate District | Galactic City | Coruscant

Resolute whistled through the air toward Creuat, carving a shallow groove through the rooftop on its destructive path to end the Dark Jedi. Crimson burst from Fisto's saber to meet the strike with one of the nautolan's own. An eruption of pure concussive force tore loose debris from the rooftop as their blades clashed and interlocked. Kyric stared past the force-infused songsteel with narrowed eyes.

"Living in the shadow of your father, boy?"

The kiffar gritted his teeth and retreated as his opponent's strength overwhelmed him. Creuat's many years of experience easily saw through the first of the boy's many aces, but Kyric could not be deterred. Not when his mother's life hung in the balance.

"The very shadow cast upon you will only consume you, Kyric. After all, look what happened to your father." Creuat's words dripped with malign intent. Kyric felt the subtle push of the Dark Jedi's mental prowess scratching at his mental barriers. Already their battle treaded dangerous ground. The kiffar's pride in his father and their connection was unshakeable. Ryv Karis made the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good. But it didn't make it any easier to listen to a man who his father would've called a brother drag that sacrifice through the sludge.

"His efforts are in vain."

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Kyric watched Creuat come closer as he taunted the boy. The Dark Jedi's crimson saber thrummed with hate, feeding into the Jedi's desire to take Fisto by the jaw and rip his head in two.

"And so will be yours when you fail to save Auteme from the Emperor's wrath!"

Creuat's taunting finally came to an end once the two warriors again stood in striking range. Kyric pulled back on his longsword, guiding the blade so it ran parallel to his body as it caught the nautolan's omnidirectional saber and narrowly parried it aside. Fisto's counter came faster than Kyric's own, so he dropped below the blow meant to bisect him at the chest and rolled backward.

"My old man said you were his better in a fight Fisto, but all you do is talk!"

Resolute flashed up in a two-handed grip meant to catch his foe at the groin. Kyric released the blade with his offhand and followed up with an explosive wave of telekinetic power, only to dash immediately after his foe with a thrust aimed for the heart.

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

 

[Wedge Draav]

"FLYBOY"
"Revenant One"
​

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

THE OTHER SIDE- SEE YOU THERE.

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Wedge screamed into his headset coming off of the kill, the bloodlust as he watched the TIE fighter drop to the streets below, crashing into the Imperial positions being set upon by the Alliance defenders. He grit his teeth, pulling hard on the throttle to skirt along the edge of a building, his X-wing mere inches away from the class, blowing out some windows in the process of it going near super-sonic in atmosphere.

He flicked the channel to broadcast the message sent to him from the Supreme Commander to the other members of Revenant.

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

"You heard the boss. The skies belong to us."

He rolled his X-wing into a Helix formation, splashing another TIE fighter that broke away from it's formation. His sensors picked up another formation- and his eyes found them first. Wedge was a hawk in the sky, a predator looking for prey. He had flown Coruscant many times and knew how to navigate even the harsher terrain- and so had Revenant the past few weeks.

They were on their home turf.

He was about to grouse at Pal- first of all, how did he get an X-wing? How did he get into Revenant's comms- but he was happy to have a friend, even if it was a rather strange one to have. A smuggler fit in with the group, though. He had to remind himself to kick him later.

But then Shar pointed it out.

Crimson Linings. Wedge had killed hundreds of Sith troops on Tython with a gunship, if not even more. He turned his head and looked back as the Crimson Linings came in behind them.

"Revenant, on me!"

Wedge flew up and high, above the skyline of towering buildings and J-turned- he accelerated one engine, and cut one. A risky move, but in atmosphere it was less likely to have you in a tailspin if you didn't time it right. In space it was immensely more difficult, but with gravity pulling your fighter back down, it was much more maneuverable. Now, Wedge was coming down at the TIE fighters after the TIE fighters pursuing him.

He let off a sharp volley of bolts at the other edge of their formation- intending on breaking their battle formation by forcing them to separate. But he knew who he was going for. He had to get his revenge. Jedi be damned, revenge was on his mind. And just with every other member of Revenant, too.

​

 

[SCAR]

SHADOW LEADER
"SCAR"
Shadow Squadron
Daraho Arvyd
Innis Tarring
Eiric Ardos
Electra-12
Etc.

- EXITED CHAPTER TWO, ENTERING CHAPTER ONE -
​

SCAR led Shadow Squadron away from the assault on the New Jedi Temple, banking his TIE fighter toward the Senate District. The aftermath of their assault was visible in his rear-view display—smoke and flames rising from the shattered stair. As he flew, several blaster bolts zipped past his cockpit, forcing him to maneuver evasively.

A lone droid had intervened at the last moment, activating powerful shields to save the leader of the temple's defenders, Jonyna Si SCAR observed this with a detached curiosity. Five TIE fighters had bombarded the steps with turbolaser fire, transforming the stone walkway into a hellish landscape of molten debris. It seemed inconceivable that a single droid could withstand such an onslaught, and equally implausible that one Jedi could prevent the bodies from piling up in the face of Shadow Squadron's fury. And yet, they survived the devastating assault, the rest likely were not so lucky.

SCAR dismissed these thoughts with an emotionless focus. The mission was clear, and they had accomplished their objective, creating the opening that was needed. The Senate District loomed ahead, its spires and buildings clearly visible even amid the chaos of battle.

"Shadow Squadron, tighten formation," SCAR commanded, his voice cutting through the comms with authority, moving so that their fighters would align for the next assault.

Above them, Star Destroyers and Alliance cruisers clashed in a brutal contest for control of the skies. The air was thick with the streaks of green and red laser fire, as TIE fighters and X-Wings engaged in deadly dogfights. Plumes of smoke rose like grotesque flowers, spreading sulfurous clouds across the battlefield.

SCAR's eyes narrowed as he focused on the Senate District. This was the heart of the Galactic Alliance's political power, and its fall would be a significant blow, as such it was no surprise to see the hive of activity overhead. As they approached, the defensive emplacements began to fire, and SCAR could see the intricate dance of starfighters weaving between the massive capital ships overhead.

"Prepare to engage," SCAR ordered. Shadow Squadron accelerated, their engines roaring as they bore down on their target. The sound of the battle around them was a chaotic symphony of destruction, but SCAR remained calm, his mind solely on the task at hand.

A holographic display of Revenant Squadron appeared, sparking a fire in his eyes. The weather picked up for the worst as they approached the Senate District. Lightning began arcing across the sky, casting stark, momentary shadows on the chaotic battlefield below. The winds grew fiercer, shaking his TIE fighter and making the controls feel more sensitive and unpredictable.

 

[Prowler II]

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Location: SENATE BUILDING
Objective: Kill the Jedi
Engaging: Bernard
Tags: Kyric Creuat Darth Solipsis

An invisible touch struck the glasteel window like a pinprick puncturing skin. Sharp lines scattered from the central point, expanding in fractal patterns. The lines expanded, covering the entire viewport. Its structural integrity weakened with each crack, but the window held. Senate engineers had worked miracles in structural integrity, miracles which now played out right before Prowler .

Two heartbeats passed, then movement appeared beyond the viewport. A blur appeared, first distance, then dangerously close at blazing speeds.

Bernard's feet crashed through the weakened window, sending large shards flying into the room. He'd created a small protective bubble around himself that deflected the shards meant for his skin. As soon as he cleared the window into the room proper, he let go of the grappling hook. The carpeted floor before him was littered with shards. He summoned a Force burst to clear it. The shards scattered, clearing a lengthy strip of carpet in time for his descent to come to a rolling halt on top of it.

At first the display of cracks and fissure zig zagging across the viewport was a spectacle to observe. It was like a dance that the Filar-Nitzan could watch being preformed in before him. A dance that progressed into chaos when his senses chirped a single word into his thoughts. Backwards. A word the Prowler obeyed immediately and was glad of it. There was a being drawing closer and he could see the trails the blurred in his movements briefly. Movement that he almost had trouble keeping up with, in till it slammed into the very office Prowler was taking refuge in. With a awesome crash and shattering of glass the blurred figure came into detail.

A jedi. In here? With me?!

All at once his mind screamed to attack but his training as Dark Side Elite halted that notion. No I hold the advantage here. This fool has no semblance that he is not alone.

Bernard frowned. He sensed nothing in the room, and nothing in the room beyond.

He took a step forward, foot landing within the shaded half of the office, and unclipped his saber as he started towards the door ...

... entirely oblivious to the danger lurking in the room with him.

Scrutinizing eyes examined the male Jedi's attire thoroughly. Prowlers guess at the materials used in the armor was questionable but thus far it gave him a good impression of what kind of attacks would work against Bernard . Next came the examination of the mans weapons. A simple glimpse was all the time Prowler needed to answer any questions about that though. Then finally the surroundings, which had much potential but the achievement of Sokan would aid in Prowlers advantage and secure him the victory. The Senate chamber. That I can do.

The armored figure, shrouded behind the veil of the force, collected his mental focus and enlisted the aid of the Seoularian Crystal within to direct a wave of concentrated energy to collide against Bernard shoulder and weapon hand. Moments after the veil was torn and from the void of seemingly nothing would materialize the ghastly armored form of Prowler spearheading a lunge with crimson blade that was on track to skewer the do gooder through a side gap in his armor.

It was only after the attack was in motion that the frigid cold presence would return to fill the room. A beacon of darkness and calculating power. Just how it disappeared moments ago, The same it reappeared. A slow growing in till the office and hall directly outside was a preternatural tundra.

 

[Talin Treicolt]

CORUSCANT | UNDISCLOSED LOCATION | HIDDEN HEART HANGAR
OBJECTIVE I | ECLIPSE

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“Shiny does have a better ring than cupcake.” Talin teased across the comma unit.

In unison, her starfighter lifted with the others. It creaked and groaned at the disturbance - a declaration it was not happy to be dragged out of its cozy retirement in the scrap heap, and even unhappier to relive glory days. She was mean and ugly and old; scarred by the botched surgery to add the stolen Empire nik naks. Despite it all, to Talin, she was perfect. Never mind what Dax and Talsin had to say. The ship perfectly matched their vintage jackets and copped sabers. Crafty and seasoned. Kyric had even messaged home and managed to rustle up some old saber squadron patches hidden away in his mom’s lil’ memory box.

As the meld fell in place, it felt as wrong to Talin as it did to the pretty boy. Her and Tan had always been a perfect pair - but Coruscant had changed them both, and the pieces didn’t seem to fit as comfortably as their minds touched one another. The noble man was a complete mismatch. Spoiled, and urban - but Talin probed for the pieces they could force together. A driven force to do good. The appeal of the sky somewhere above the ceiling - and the adoration for her sister no one but her was blind to. It was enough to hang on, until the meld became as cozy as the jacket around her shoulders.

“Hangar doors opening - tunnel should bring us right out to the surface. Just remember, first left. And Talsin, this might get bumpy… just try not to bust my ear drum, then maybe I’ll believe you can handle that thing.”

An ounce of orneriness ran through the meld as she let Talsin know that she knew. Then, the obnoxious twin took point, pivoting towards the tunnel. The dial above the radio read ten, and she made a mental note to compliment Tansu on her foresight to the addition.

Hidden Heart had not been easy to find, but it was much easier to leave. Perilous turns and twists of the sewer offered a rush of adrenaline, and she felt more akin to a pod racer than a pilot. The final turn cut hard left, leaving her poor wing to scrape against the side. Talin’s neck snapped, but after a quick survey revealed only surface damage, she whooped.

“First battle scar! Hell yeah!”

The tunnel spit them out from a tight squeeze into falling skies.

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SIDEQUEST SABER SQUADRON ENJOYERS | Tansu Treicolt | Talsin Lota
ALLIES | GA FLYBOYS 'N GIRLS
ENEMIES | OTHERWISE
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[Djikra Elnev]

"Revenant Eight"
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Ally of GA flying with Revenant Squadron
Flight suit
Piloting X-wing | R3-J9
Allies: Addison Porte | Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis | Shar Sieu
Enemies:

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Days prior, Nightsister Mother Elnev was going over her spells painting glyphs onto the rest of the squadron that was present. He magick was powerful, but these fighters were much heavier than the one she was used to using. She could teleport the fighters still, no more than a few times vs her own that she could do over a handful of times. It may prove a useful trick to pull someone from the frying pan. Being here helping the allies of her mandalorian allies was a noble task. Both fought the same Empire that threatened both their borders.

She took to using the x-wing quite quickly, it was similar in maneuvering but stronger in most every other way than her personal fighter. In the galactic heart she needed to blend in and have all the advantages she could. If she flew her normal Delta-7B the Empire would know to try and down her quick. But here... here they didn't expect her to be at all, least amongst the GA's famed squadron.

The alarm sounded and Djikra grabbed her helmet running to the X-wing and up she flew with a acrobatic flip into the cockpit. "R3 you ready?" as her fingers flew over the controls to close the canopy & start the take off process. <Yeah! Loading up schematics of likely opponents.>

With that Djikra was off into the sky taking a short cut to catch up to Addison Porte the only other force user in the group. Quickly she found her first prey... A group of four Ties heading in the rough direction of the evacuees. She throttled up and plunged down on them making short work with a few well placed volley of bolts the first two TIE's exploded, with the remaining two having opposite wings shorn off causing them to go careening into each other leaving pieces of fiery TIE plunging down into the chasm between buildings.

Finally rounding a building & forming up off of Addison's wing Djikra turned her helmeted head with her green eyes Addison's way and gave a wave. Hearing her check in and following suit over the units comm's [ "Rev Eight Reporting in"]. Shortly after enemy blips appeared heading their way.

And it wasn't long before Wedge Draav relaid the message from the Supreme commander that the Skys were theirs. With pleasure she thought. He did a risky maneuver to go and gain the high ground on the incoming TIE's. Sending a comm over to her wing mate "Addison lets go! He said form up." Not to be left out & knowing the flight suit would help with the G's Djikra poured on the speed doing a similar maneuver to form up behind the leader as he said. Wooooo! Her droid had other thoughts <I swear you push everything to the limit & I have to constantly adjust to keep you safe.> It beeped out in droid speak. As the X-wing rounded the top of the hairpin turn to be behind Wedge.