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

[Soontir Barvel]

SHADOW SQUADRON

Shadow Five: "Whisper"

Tags: SCAR , Daraho Arvyd , Innis Tarring , Eiric Ardos , Electra-12

The Limit

- EXITED CHAPTER TWO, ENTERING CHAPTER ONE -

Whisper pulled on the controls of his fighter, sending it upward as he continued dodging incoming fire. It wouldn't be long until he'd form back up with the others, but at the moment it had seemed he picked up a bogey on his tail. Damn pests, all of them. But like any pest, the best way to deal with this one would be to stamp it into the ground.

He quickly banked right, cutting power to one of his engines as he began his rather unconventional maneuver. Whisper had always been one of the more "by the book" types when it came to interacting with his squadron. Often times, he suspected it got on their nerves. But the Empire wasn't anything without protocol, and he had the Empire in his blood. Nevertheless, protocol often flew out the window once one entered a dogfight. That's when more unconventional tactics came into play. The sort of tactics that Whisper had used back in his racing days, dodging Tusken blasterfire while racing against scum that only knew how to play dirty.

Cutting the engine's power caused his TIE to turn with incredible speed, putting him in line with the enemy fighter just in time to let a few shots fly at the cockpit. The viewing port quickly lit up in sparks and smoke, sending the craft crashing into the duracrete wall of a nearby building. With the bogey dealt with, Whisper returned to the objective at hand, igniting the second engine and shooting forth toward the rest of Shadow Squadron.
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"Shadow Squadron, tighten formation,"

<<On your six, Shadow Leader.>>

He could see the X-Wings ahead, some of which had already begun engaging Shadow Squadron. Whisper didn't recognize the fighters, but their flight style matched reports he had read...

Revenant Squadron.

<<Looks like things just got interesting. Watch yourselves.>>

Interesting indeed...

 

[Reima Vitalis]

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

G I R L S G U I D E

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"Bartoo, keep your scanners on those two TIEs," Reima said warily, her dark eyes flickering down to her scanner. "I've a feeling we'll be seeing them again sooner than later."

:// WARNING: BOGEYS COMING AROUND; ESTIMATED VECTOR APPROXIMATELY 0600.

Reima knew that meant the two were going to settle right behind her and Wedge Draav . The numbers of the situation danced before her eyes: models, simulations, weather conditions, speed, buildings, relative positions. They had entered a sort of plaza, rocketing through what was essentially a glass canyon. No room to maneuver around much. And at their speeds, she couldn't very well pull into a loop, up or down, without a decent chance of tearing the wings from her starfighter. Other options? If she juked right, she'd clip Revenant One. If he juked left, he'd clip her, and in either case --

The only option made itself clear in the bolt of icy fear that raced through her core. Her breath caught in her throat and she glanced sidelong at Wedge Draav through the canopy of her fighter. Those TIEs were gaining fast and in moments they'd be in firing range. Now or never, she thought grimly. "Good hunting, Captain," she said over the comlink before switching back to her channel to BB-10R2.

"Double up rear shields and prepare to restart engines. I think we're going to stall," Reima said. "And re-route weapons power to thrusters and repulsors."

:// ORDER ACKNOWLEDGMENT: ROGER ROGER.

Reima glanced up at the skies, one last appeal to whatever deity watched over starfighter pilots and reckless idiots, and then -- she acted. Fingers flexed in gloves, and she throttled down hard. The X-wing rapidly decelerated. Reima was pressed into her crash webbing, the clips digging roughly into her shoulder as she brake-checked the TIEs. The move was just crazy enough to work; Revenant Twelve would be out of the fight if it succeeded, but then again so would one of the pursuing TIEs -- both, if the Force was with her.

BB-10R2 understood what was happening too late. He could only give a shrill shriek of warning before the collision came. Almost immediately the X-wing became sluggish and hard to control. The engines were physically damaged: on the port side functionality was down to 20% and falling, 70% on the starboard side. The fighter didn't so much turn left as lurch and then tumble. Black smoke poured out of her damaged engines as the X-wing cartwheeled into a tower on the left, shattering through the mirrored glass into what looked like an office.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, her left shoulder, pain searing through her. She uttered a very non-Galidraani curse and cut power to the engines, but the starfighter continued to skid through the open office plan, demolishing cubicles and desks, workstations and coffee makers and sad little Ficus plants. It slowed, but through the crumpled canopy she could see another set of windows approaching too quickly for comfort.

"Bartoo," she gasped, and the pain in her chest got worse. "Unlock -- canopy."

:// INFORMATION: RECOMMENDED POST-FLIGHT CHECKLIST NOT COMPLETED.

"Bartoo -- just -- bloody -- do it!" Reima wheezed. "Then -- eject -- yourself."

:// ORDER ACKNOWLEDGMENT: CANOPY UNLOCKED. BB-10R2 EJECTING IN 3... 2... 1. EJECTING.

She heard a thunk behind her. BB-10R2 landing on the office floor.

Still too fast.

The canopy ripped off. Reima felt a slight jolt, heard a faint ping, and the chassis slowed further. She had been trying to prepare herself to leap out of the cockpit, but she felt like she'd been impaled and couldn't muster the energy. The X-wing's nose shattered the windows on the opposite side of the building, but thankfully that was as far as it went. If her survival had been dependent upon being able to leap out of the fighter, she'd be dead for sure.

The groan of the chassis as it strained against gravity and momentum pierced her ear for just a moment before being replaced with silence.

Wedge Draav | Shar Sieu | Addison Porte | Djikra Elnev | Teravin Arosin
SCAR | Wilhelm Vonreg | Daraho Arvyd
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[Aerarii Tithe]

SENATE BUILDING // CORUSCANT
Ariana Du Couteau

Why did they never take the bribe?

Tithe sighed as Ariana rejected his offer to join the Dark Empire. Most sentients in the galaxy would forsake all their morals and ethics to rule a world. But not the De Couteau’s; they were, above all, loyal to their homeworld of Empress Teta. Loyal to a fault. Even if he had offered billions in credits, Tithe suspected the outcome would have been the same.

From here on out, the negotiations would be aggressive.

Ariana called for Tithe to surrender, so that he would face trial by the Galactic Alliance.

“There is only law, my dear, that I respect.”

“And that… is supply and demand.”

Tithe snatched the ceremonial mace from its display. The jewel-encrusted bludgeon had weight to it. It would be a deadly weapon in the hands of a skilled assassin. Instead, it was in the hands of an elderly Aargauun banker, one who fought his battles in boardrooms and fraudulent tax filings. This was going to get messy.

The Imperial Treasurer turned to face Ariana, who had placed her hand on her lightsaber. He needed to resolve this quickly - Operation Eclipse would not wait for him.

“Ohh, how I wish this rendezvous were conducted under more, ah, lucrative circumstances,” Tithe monologued as he slowly inched closer to Ariana. His reach with the weapon was short, and he needed to be closer to her. “Alas, my dear, here we stand. Two unstoppable market forces in direct competition. But for what it’s worth, I for once will derive no enjoyment from eliminating my, ahh, financial competitor.”

Tithe surged toward Ariana, wildly swinging the ceremonial mace at her.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR
Galactic Senate
Auteme

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The Emperor stood in the ruined office with a triumphant gleam beaming in his eyes. He underestimated Auteme and the depth of her connection to the Force. In an instant, that miscalculation would prove costly, after witnessing the former Shield rise from the wreckage.

A dragon of pure, shimmering Force energy erupted, larger and more fearsome than any manifestation Solipsis had encountered before. The ethereal dragon charged, its sound a resonant, otherworldly echo that shook the very air around them. Caught off guard, Solipsis reacted with instinctive speed, attempting to erect a Force barrier to shield himself. His hands moved in swift, practiced motion, dark energy crackling around him as he summoned a protective field. But the ability was not something he had prepared for in time; it was a raw, untamed force of nature, driven by Auteme's unwavering determination to destroy the Sith'ari.

The ethereal dragon slammed into his barrier with overwhelming might. The Dark Lord was struck by the full force of the dragon's charge, the impact like a tidal wave crashing against a shore. The sheer energy of the attack sent him hurtling backwards, his dark cloak billowing wildly as he was propelled through the office wall. Walls crumbled as if they were made of paper, debris exploding outwards. His body was flung through the air, crashing through several floors in a downward spiral. Each impact sent shockwaves of pain through him, the structural supports of the building offering no resistance to the ethereal power that drove him. He smashed through floors, walls, and ceilings, the path of destruction leaving a gaping wound in the heart of the Senate Building.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Solipsis came to a bone-jarring halt several floors below, lying amidst a pile of rubble. Dust and debris settled around him, the eerie silence punctuated only by the distant sounds of the storm outside and the resounding echo of Senate Chamber he now resided inside. He lay still for a moment, the darkness of the Force wrapping around him like a comforting shroud, healing and sustaining him. With a groan of effort, the Emperor rose to his feet, shaking off the remnants of the impact.

His eyes, now burning with a furious intensity, swept the path of destruction with a firm hand guiding the empyrean. The ethereal dragon had carved a clear path straight to the Senate chamber, a testament to Auteme's raw power and cunning. The setback had caught him off guard, but it would not affect the outcome he had set in motion. With a grim determination, he started towards the Chancellor's podium, each step fueled by a renewed sense of purpose and rage.

"Good.. " he muttered aloud, a sinister smile curling his lips. "..give in.."

The Dark Lord looked up, knowing full well his pursuer would be within listening distance. He focused, closing his eyes as he shifted through the empyrean. He paused, halting just before the podium's base and chuckled aloud.

"I had not known the line of Fel endured.. Until now."

The Sith'ari opened his ember eyes, twin orbs glowing with sulfuric brilliance.

"I'll have to correct that."

Solipsis sneered, raising his hand to lift a Senate pod in anticipation for Auteme's appearance.

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[Shar Sieu]

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

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

ENEMIES:
//CRIMSON// Wilhelm Vonreg
//SHADOW// SCAR Soontir Barvel Daraho Arvyd Innis Tarring Eiric Ardos Electra-12 @others

"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.

Now being pursued by a pair of X-Wings, Vonreg's groups of TIEs quickly broke off their pursuit of Revenant Squadron maintaining their formation as they flew through the skyscrapers of Coruscant while still pursued by the pair of X-Wings. "Crimson Three, Crimson Four. Try to circle around and pin them down from the rear." Vonreg ordered just as the Crimson Linings began approaching another set of skyscrapers which as they pass by the tall buildings allowed the TIE Defenders at both edges of the formation to split off and attempt to circle around the buildings in an attempt to catch the two X-Wings from the rear while they still pursued Vonreg's main group.

While Wedge Draav and Reima Vitalis dashed off after two TIEs from CRIMSON, Shar and the others saw the blips of Shadow squadron on their scopes, flashing.

<<Revenant element two, check the rear- we gotta keep these guys off One and Twelve.>>

Shar throttled up and banked around- again he could not help but marvel at the grace and agility of the X-Wing at his control. In seconds he'd turned into Shadow squadron- they passed his frontage for a split second, but it was enough to snap shots off at them as they passed.

Cutting the engine's power caused his TIE to turn with incredible speed, putting him in line with the enemy fighter just in time to let a few shots fly at the cockpit. The viewing port quickly lit up in sparks and smoke, sending the craft crashing into the duracrete wall of a nearby building. With the bogey dealt with, Whisper returned to the objective at hand, igniting the second engine and shooting forth toward the rest of Shadow Squadron.

<<One's out of formation- I'm on'im.>> He radioed to Addison Porte and Djikra Elnev .

There was a short gap between now and when the lone TIE would get close to his comrades. They had to press the attack now, and scatter the circus.

Out of habit as a B-Wing pilot, Shar pulled too hard on the stick as he attempted to swing around and get behind Soontir Barvel , sending the X-Wing fluttering around the sky. The astromech droid he'd been loaned compensated and bleeped- he wasn't impressed.

"Not now!"

Shar lined up and fired off a burst of laser fire- again habit took over, and he had to manually adjust his trim to get the dancing TIE into the cone of his X-Wing's fire. Very unlike the storm of fire unleashed by B-Wing assault fighters. The tight "canyons" formed by the skyscrapers helped funnel the TIE through his sights, but it was still far from ideal.

On his scope he saw one of the X-Wings dive- Twelve, and she wasn't getting up.

The canopy ripped off. Reima felt a slight jolt, heard a faint ping, and the chassis slowed further. She had been trying to prepare herself to leap out of the cockpit, but she felt like she'd been impaled and couldn't muster the energy. The X-wing's nose shattered the windows on the opposite side of the building, but thankfully that was as far as it went. If her survival had been dependent upon being able to leap out of the fighter, she'd be dead for sure.

The groan of the chassis as it strained against gravity and momentum pierced her ear for just a moment before being replaced with silence.

<< Wedge Draav , can you handle the Crimsons?>>

 

[Abraxas Colt]

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Tags:

[DE] Castor E-196 | Marlon Sularen ​

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

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

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The crimson light blinking on Abraxas' gauntlet-mounted holoscreen brought a grim smile to his face. His eyes poured over the brief transmission detailing the admiral's commands. "New orders, sir?" a helmeted scout trooper asked with a slight nod. Abraxas reached for his own helmet, paused long enough to flash his squad a deadly smirk, then pulled it over his head. "There're Jedi aboard the Predator, gentlemen. Let's offer our warmest welcome."

Imperial boots thundering against the polished floors of a Star Destroyer was like music to Brax's ears. It had been far too long since the last time he'd heard that sound. Even before the collapse of the New Imperial Order, Darkstar's operations had grown increasingly solitary; he had proven his worth to the Order as an efficient scout and marksman... why send a squad when one man alone could handle the job? Things were different now, under the banner of the Dark Empire. The true Empire, his inner voice reminded him.

"Hostiles spotted in Hangar 15," one of the scouts affirmed over comms. "Two Jedi and a gunman," another added. "We'll go up," Darkstar said. "The catwalks over the hangar will give us an advantage. Jedi can't swat bolts they never see coming." He diverted their route on a dime, ascending a short flight of stairs to the next level. It'd take them past one of the overhead control rooms looking down into the hangar. The squad would have a moment to assess the field before engaging. Squads of troopers passed them by in the narrow halls, rushing to battle stations across the Predator. He and his squad pushed on until finally they arrived at the command post, only to find the Jedi had outwitted the initial defense force.

"Sir, the airlock!" a scout trooper called, thrusting a finger toward the empty portal that was dragging stormtroopers and debris into the black void of space. "Get the bulkhead closed! The rest of you, on me." Abraxas led the rest of his team over to the service door, where they stacked up and waited for the emergency seals to close off the hangar. He raised comms to the other operative below. "Hang tight," he said. "We're closing the bulkhead." Through the command center's trapezoidal viewports, he could see the Imperial forces lucky enough to survive the initial vacuum hanging on for their lives. He couldn't see Castor E-196 specifically, but TAC-COM hadn't shown a flatline. E-196 was still alive down there.

"Thirty seconds, sir!" the trooper at the control panel reported. Abraxas nodded, keeping count in his head. Twenty... another pair of stormtroopers lost their grip, propelled into the silent space battle outside. Ten... he checked his 773 Firepuncher one last time. "Now!" Brax punched the maglock, unsealing the door. Like water flowing through a channel, he and his team moved onto the catwalks and fanned out at every junction to form a net of covering fire.

"Overwatch ready, E-196," Abraxas reported. Already, he'd begun firing down upon the trio of Alliance infiltrators. He shot several rounds at the gunman first, hoping to take Pal Veda out of the action and eliminate any suppressing fire the Jedi may get from him. Then he turned his sights to the armored one, deducing from his size that he was the Padawan of the pair. He shot a red-hot bolt into the wall behind Braze that would ricochet back from the rear; it wasn't a kill-shot, more of a test to see what they were up against.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant
Tags: Braze , Marlon Sularen , Pal Veda , Castor E-196 , Abraxas Colt

Lux Ultima
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Jasper turned the ray shield back on, and pretty quickly normal air pressure returned to the hangar. He hardly had enough time to process another vessel arriving in the hangar before...

He shot a red-hot bolt into the wall behind Braze that would ricochet back from the rear; it wasn't a kill-shot, more of a test to see what they were up against.

He reacted with little hesitation, drawing his lightsaber instinctively to deflect the blow before it had even ricocheted back, slicing through the wench cables that had bolted them to the wall in the process. Jasper certainly wasn't going to give whoever had survived a window of opportunity to fight back. He moved to intercept incoming blasterbolts, drawing a thermal grenade from his pocket that he quickly armed and tossed in the direction of the new incoming fire.

"Thermals," Jasper ordered. "Scatter them."

It wouldn't belong before the first grenade detonated, sending a good seven or eight men flying, injuring a good many more surrounding them. The knight switched his dueling hand to his organic one, raising his mechanical arm to fire off three crossbow bolts from the weapon hidden within the prosthetic. Two would make kill hits, puncturing the visors of accompanying stormtroopers. The last would be aimed at the sniper.

Jasper wasn't here to test anyone. He was here to get a job done.

 

[Wedge Draav]

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

R E V E N G E
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"Good hunting, Captain," she said over the comlink before switching back to her channel to BB-10R2.

Dreams of children, marriage, love, wine, and sitting on park benches collectively making fun of people together were dashed. Her X-wing went wide- wide and into a building. He didn't see an explosion, and the amount of metal and glass messed with her sensors. He got a notification of an ejection, but no confirmation or information about her turning on her life support module on her suit.

He breathed deeply into his oxygen mask. He pulled his head up, and saw red. Moreso, Crimson. They had taken what he wanted, what he hoped for. They had taken a lot from Revenant.

<<@Wedge Draav , can you handle the Crimsons?>>

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"THEY'RE MINE!"

Came the curt reply over the radio. Wedge knew the tactics, knew what the Empire's pilots were trying to do when they went around the building. He went under into a dive, rolling his X-wing into a helix- before pulling up hard, coming up at about a 45 degree at the enemy TIE fighters, the two that circled around the building.

Wedge wasn't just cocky, he wasn't just good, he wasn't just one of the best pilots in the Alliance one of the better ones in the entire Galaxy. He was a lot of things, and right now- mad, and hungry for revenge was one of them. He was too far away to feel the battle meditation or the effects of the Sith's magic. No, he had his own boon, his own anger.

The two TIE fighters that came around the building were on a pre-directed path, an easily predictable outcome. So they both walked into Wedge's line of fire. One cut hard left, taking two bolts to the shields, before the third broke through and sent the TIE fighter into a spin out of formation- alive, but definitely out of the fight until they figured out their mechanical situation. The second TIE that came around the building was immediately killed, Wedge's deadly accuracy sending a shower of bolts into the canopy of the TIE fighter, right in the junction of the wing.

He watched the flat wing of the TIE fighter fly off, and the rest of the TIE fighter spiral out of control, into the abyss of Coruscant.

"One for my baby."

He said into his oxygen mask, breathing deeply after the atmospheric maneuvers pressed against him, but his suit and his breathing techniques allowed him to stabilize and not pass out from the gravity.

Wedge didn't have a droid unit- he flew without one, which made his flying all the more impressive. His reactions, his computations, his gunnery- was all done by hand. Made him harder to predict, harder to counter, harder to jam. Wedge was the real deal.

And now, with that TIE fighter going down- he had shot down over 60 enemy fighters in his time, and destroyed two cruisers. He had to get the Crimson away from the rest of Revenant. He looked out to the horizon and saw the storm above the Jedi temple. He pushed the throttle forward, banking up and over the skyline- and hoped Crimson would take the bait. They wouldn't miss their chance to get Revenant leader again.

Wedge made a promise to himself that he wouldn't leave that stormy area until all of the Crimsons that pursued were dead, or he was. No substitutes, nothing else. He turned his head- in his maneuver, he actually passed Wilhelm Vonreg . The two pilots had a brief moment, eye to eye. A second or less at the most. But Wedge's hateful blue eyes scored into the cockpit of the Crimson Lead. He didn't have a shadowed canopy. He didn't have a droid. It was just him.

Just him and the storm that beckoned the pilots to their deaths or to their victory.

Wedge flew into the storm, swallowed up by the gray clouds.

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[Braze]

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Spoiler

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el Marlon Sularen Castor E-196

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

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Tags:

[DE] Castor E-196 | Marlon Sularen ​

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

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

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The crimson light blinking on Abraxas' gauntlet-mounted holoscreen brought a grim smile to his face. His eyes poured over the brief transmission detailing the admiral's commands. "New orders, sir?" a helmeted scout trooper asked with a slight nod. Abraxas reached for his own helmet, paused long enough to flash his squad a deadly smirk, then pulled it over his head. "There're Jedi aboard the Predator, gentlemen. Let's offer our warmest welcome."

Imperial boots thundering against the polished floors of a Star Destroyer was like music to Brax's ears. It had been far too long since the last time he'd heard that sound. Even before the collapse of the New Imperial Order, Darkstar's operations had grown increasingly solitary; he had proven his worth to the Order as an efficient scout and marksman... why send a squad when one man alone could handle the job? Things were different now, under the banner of the Dark Empire. The true Empire, his inner voice reminded him.

"Hostiles spotted in Hangar 15," one of the scouts affirmed over comms. "Two Jedi and a gunman," another added. "We'll go up," Darkstar said. "The catwalks over the hangar will give us an advantage. Jedi can't swat bolts they never see coming." He diverted their route on a dime, ascending a short flight of stairs to the next level. It'd take them past one of the overhead control rooms looking down into the hangar. The squad would have a moment to assess the field before engaging. Squads of troopers passed them by in the narrow halls, rushing to battle stations across the Predator. He and his squad pushed on until finally they arrived at the command post, only to find the Jedi had outwitted the initial defense force.

"Sir, the airlock!" a scout trooper called, thrusting a finger toward the empty portal that was dragging stormtroopers and debris into the black void of space. "Get the bulkhead closed! The rest of you, on me." Abraxas led the rest of his team over to the service door, where they stacked up and waited for the emergency seals to close off the hangar. He raised comms to the other operative below. "Hang tight," he said. "We're closing the bulkhead." Through the command center's trapezoidal viewports, he could see the Imperial forces lucky enough to survive the initial vacuum hanging on for their lives. He couldn't see Castor E-196 specifically, but TAC-COM hadn't shown a flatline. E-196 was still alive down there.

"Thirty seconds, sir!" the trooper at the control panel reported. Abraxas nodded, keeping count in his head. Twenty... another pair of stormtroopers lost their grip, propelled into the silent space battle outside. Ten... he checked his 773 Firepuncher one last time. "Now!" Brax punched the maglock, unsealing the door. Like water flowing through a channel, he and his team moved onto the catwalks and fanned out at every junction to form a net of covering fire.

"Overwatch ready, E-196," Abraxas reported. Already, he'd begun firing down upon the trio of Alliance infiltrators. He shot several rounds at the gunman first, hoping to take Pal Veda out of the action and eliminate any suppressing fire the Jedi may get from him. Then he turned his sights to the armored one, deducing from his size that he was the Padawan of the pair. He shot a red-hot bolt into the wall behind Braze that would ricochet back from the rear; it wasn't a kill-shot, more of a test to see what they were up against.

Coruscant
Tags: Braze , Marlon Sularen , Pal Veda , Castor E-196 , Abraxas Colt

Lux Ultima
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Jasper turned the ray shield back on, and pretty quickly normal air pressure returned to the hangar. He hardly had enough time to process another vessel arriving in the hangar before...



He reacted with little hesitation, drawing his lightsaber instinctively to deflect the blow before it had even ricocheted back, slicing through the wench cables that had bolted them to the wall in the process. Jasper certainly wasn't going to give whoever had survived a window of opportunity to fight back. He moved to intercept incoming blasterbolts, drawing a thermal grenade from his pocket that he quickly armed and tossed in the direction of the new incoming fire.

"Thermals," Jasper ordered. "Scatter them."

It wouldn't belong before the first grenade detonated, sending a good seven or eight men flying, injuring a good many more surrounding them. The knight switched his dueling hand to his organic one, raising his mechanical arm to fire off three crossbow bolts from the weapon hidden within the prosthetic. Two would make kill hits, puncturing the visors of accompanying stormtroopers. The last would be aimed at the sniper.

Jasper wasn't here to test anyone. He was here to get a job done.

Braze's Force sense and Precognition, was a finely honed skill, akin to a sixth sense that constantly whispered truths about the world around him. The echoes of emotions, the tremors of the future, and the subtle hints of danger were as clear to him as the air he breathed. This innate ability, refined through rigorous blindfolded training, allowed him to perceive his surroundings with a clarity that was supernatural. His connection with Jasper further amplified this awareness, making their teamwork almost seamless.

Jasper's defense was impeccable, intercepting incoming bolts with a skill that complemented Braze's offense. Together, they formed a dynamic pair, each movement and decision synchronized in a deadly display.

As the last remaining troopers scrambled in the chaos to find their footing again, Braze's focus narrowed. The Epo-1's guns, extensions of his will, fired off precision shots that cut through the remaining soldiers. He was careful not to shoot at Pal Veda or his ship.

Jasper's command was sharp and clear amidst the din of battle.

"Thermals," Jasper ordered. "Scatter them."

With a fluid motion, Braze shifted and activated two of his five Class-A thermal detonators. The locks popped open with a series of satisfying clicks, and the detonators hummed to life. With a gesture, he telekinetically launched them, each one arcing through the air with lethal intent. One detonator headed towards Abraxas Colt , another towards towards the remaining cluster of troopers.

The detonators glowed ominously as they flew, their paths guided by Braze's razor sharp focus. The Force flowed through him, enhancing his precision and control. The battlefield seemed to slow, the chaos shifting briefly as opportunities and threats were presented.

Jasper and Braze were like a fine tuned war machine and they were on a mission. One that wouldn't be detered by the obstacles Marlon Sularen threw at them. Sularen's time was running out as the pair advanced their path.

 

[Auteme]

Darth Solipsis​

With Solipsis left in the Senate Chamber, the dragon recoiled, returning to the Force -- returning to her. She strode, footfalls bearing an unnatural weight through the Grand Concourse, until she emerged high above, on the podium for the Senator of Epoch.

He goaded her, and she was drawn in, a black, raging bile rising from her stomach. A Senate pod soared through the air, two, three more following it. At her command ethereal threads surged forward once more, catching the first pod in a glowing net. But the second and third seemed to catch themselves -- new strands sprung forth, latching onto nearby pods and fixtures to stop their own momentum, subsequently blocking the fourth.

As she pushed the platforms aside and climbed atop hers, Solipsis came to see the truth: all around, Auteme had done her work, lacing the entire Senate chamber in a web of the Force. Invisible strands linked many pods to the Chancellor's podium. Others were coated by her woven constructs, which now began to glow, her presence lighting them ablaze. The Force cried out.

"I had not known the line of Fel endured.. Until now."

The Sith'ari opened his ember eyes, twin orbs glowing with sulfuric brilliance.

"I'll have to correct that."

Again her gazed matched his. The light around her burned, radiance and rage. The mention of her son opened her to the galaxy around her -- the roar of battle outside the Senate Building, and within; her connection to Ryv's son, the line going slack, and to Bernard, these ancient connections being frayed by malicious hands.

But he did not leave her sight. Her hand rose to grasp him, the many lines from pods to podium becoming visible, the Senate platforms becoming unmoored from their bays.

"You have taken enough from me," she said, pain, grief, and fury woven through her words. "Enough from the galaxy. No more."

Her fist closed, and the pods were sent careening towards the centre of the Senate Chamber, eight spiralling inwards to crush him. More detached, floating and circling nearby -- she leapt down, still a level above him.

 

[Aether of the Iron Order]

SHADOW-7
"LUCKY"
SKIES | CORUSCANT
ALLIES: SCAR | Innis Tarring | Eiric Ardos | Soontir Barvel | Electra-12 | Wilhelm Vonreg | DE
ENEMIES: Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis | Shar Sieu | Addison Porte | Djikra Elnev | Tansu Treicolt | Talin Treicolt | Talsin Lota | Amelia von Sorenn | Whoever else is flying idc we fly | GA
ENGAGING: Pal Veda (I'll tackle you after another threat is dealt with, bby)

WICKED ONES

- EXITED CHAPTER TWO, ENTERED CHAPTER ONE -​

Huh.

Not only were these Alliance dogs cowards for leaving the common people to their own lot, they were impervious too it seems. Either that, or their TIEs' lasers were all faulty. Though the ripped up steps begged to differ. Were the beings outside some kind of new experiment by Alliance scientists that the Bureau didn't know about?

It was troubling if that was the case.

Dara sighed. That was going to be one helluva report when this was done with. She hated admin. That was one subject she didn't do exceptionally well in. And Soontir Barvel didn't let her forget it either. She chewed her lip. She'd get Eiric Ardos to help her with that chore later.


Dara scowled before inching her TIE close to the left behind him.
<Cuddling up, Sir.> she quipped as the great Senate Building came into view.

For the longest time, that place stood as a bastion of the Alliance. Dara still marveled at how quickly they abandoned it at the mere thought that the Empire would show up. Saving their own rich hides instead of doing more for the people below them. This is why she was Imperial. Democrats were all selfish - rather filling their own pockets and saving their own skin than looking out for the people. Her mother was a Kandaran. She had lived under Alliance rule for a long time before she met Dara's father. The way she had spoken about it before she died, made the pilot very glad that she never grew up there. The Alliance made no difference to it.



Dara had just chosen to tackle Pal Veda 's X-Wing when she caught sight of something dragging behind SCAR's TIE.
<Shadow Leader, you have a bogey hanging on by cable. Looks like a droid inching up. Can you shake it or do you need help?> she asked him.

Aether of the Iron Order was inching closer to his viewport, but the speed with which they moved, the G-force would hamper even some strange droid from getting where he wanted to be immediately. It would have snapped an organic, after all. Her fingers hovered over the buttons to send it to the scrapyard in a matchbox on her CO's order.

She just hoped the boys stayed on target at least and that Electra-12 would rejoin them again soon.

They'll need the entire squadron by the looks of it.

Five TIE fighters had bombarded the steps with turbolaser fire

AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber x2| 2 Corsage [Foil +Gun] | 3 Calypso [ Broad Saber] | 4 Resurgence [Crossguard] |5 Whirlwind [Chain Kama] | 6 Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator War Maul

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

TAGS:

Opp: SCAR Daraho Arvyd

Aether had been prying parts of the TIE fighter off, casually chucking pieces of the exterior outer shell he ripped asunder with the Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator at the other members of the Shadow Squadron. He targeted the cockpit viewports, particularly those of Daraho Arvyd , where his Force sense told him they were trying to take aim on his figure. His grasping tentacles secured him further in place. He was oh so curious to see how TIE fighters had integrated turbolasers into their weapons array and wanted to know what made them tick. He'd never seen a TIE fighter mounted with turbolasers before, and curiosity was certainly one of his driving forces. The ever-present pursuit of knowledge. He just wanted a quick gander, after all.

Aether paused suddenly and engaged a calling system as his torso spun 180 degrees. The Phantom Gun was manned, taking a few shots before his grasping tentacles disengaged. He dive-bombed downwards, launching from the TIE fighter he was on with immense force as he synchronized a pickup, landing on the remotely called Ashwing.

He had the information he needed. No need to stick around and toy with this group longer.

 

[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

​

Spoiler: Task Force Vader

TASK FORCE VADER
Main Fleet INV Predator [100|006] INV Tyuk [100|032] INV Indomitable [100|042] INV Urbanus [100|030] INV Stalker [054|000] INV Starbreaker [028|000] INV Nightmare [058|052] INV Oblivion [100|023] INV Revenge [022|000] INV Dominator [024|000] INV Dark Omen [100|047]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/hab Brutes TIE/fdT Terminators TIE/fdA Annihilators

As Sularen's forces dealt with the Jedi intruders within Hangar 15, the Grand Admiral returned to commanding his fleet which continued to charge towards the fleet of House Mecetti as both fleets exchanged fire while closing the distance. Despite already being battered during their initial assault on Coruscant and facing heavy fire from the enemy fleet, the larger and more heavily armored and shielded warships of the Grand Admiral's Task Force were still capable of taking hits from the missiles and turbolasers fired from their Mecetti counterparts while still being able to return fire with their own compliment of armaments.

Eventually, Sularen's fleet would manage to close the distance between both fleets now standing in close-range of the various warships that made up the fleet of House Mecetti ready to break through their formation. "Sir, our ships are in close-range and are in position to force the enemy into a brawl." Rackham said. "Good, have all ships halt the advance and have the battlecruisers prepare all special weapons." Sularen said. "We're not forcing them into a brawl?" Rackham asked confused as to why the Grand Admiral had ordered the fleet to halt it's advance. "Oh we will, but first i want them to feel the full might of our armada." Sularen said. "Sir, the Tyuk, Indomitable and Urbanus have reported that their special weapons are primed and ready." the Communications officer shouted out.

"Good. Have all Battlecruisers target a single ship with our exotic weapons followed by a missile barrage and volley of heavy turbolaser fire." The Grand Admiral ordered. "I want all four targeted ships sent down to the streets of Coruscant below." Sularen added. The Communications officer nodded before relaying the Grand Admiral's orders with all ships within his Task Force halting their advance right as they stood infront of the House Mecetti Fleet before three of the Predator's supporting Battlecruisers began positioning themselves to target three of House Mecetti's Victory Star Destroyers before unleashing a mighty barrage from their special weapons which included the concentrated firepower Superlaser Seige Canons from the Tyuk alone and four consecutive powerful shots from the Orbital Autocannons of all three ships each.

As soon as the three Battlecruisers unleashed their heaviest weapons upon the Star Destroyers of the Mecetti Fleet, the INV Predator followed suit firing a single powerful round of it's Seismic Mass Driver Canon along with multiple rounds of it's Pulse Artillery canons at one of the Victory-Class Star Destroyers before firing it's Psuedosonic Beam Cannon at the same Star Destroyer, soon unleashing various missiles and heavy turbolaser fire upon it's targets while the other Battlecruisers followed suit with their own missiles and turbolasers against their own designated targets. If everything went as planned, all four Victory-Class Star Destroyers would be disabled or destroyed enabling Sularen's Fleet to pour through the gaps and destroy the Mecetti Fleet in a lengthy brawl before the enemy Star Dreadnought could do any further damage against Sularen's Flagship.

While his Ships continued to fight the enemy, Sularen moved to shift his attention back towards the confrontation against the Jedi in Hangar-15. "What's the situation of Hangar-15, Colonel." Sularen inquired. Soon enough, the holographic display of the fleet battle would soon be replaced with one of the interior of Hangar-15 before Rackham proceeded to explain the latest developments from the heavy battle raging across Hangar-15. "Our forces are suffering heavy losses from the Jedi. It would appear that they shut down the mangetic shields of the hangar and are heavily armed beyond their lightsabers." Rackham explained. "Interesting. Very interesting. Send in the SpecNav Teams to deal with and send a detachment of Dark Troopers to reinforce them." Sularen ordered.

Upon mentioning the two SpecNav Teams that Sularen had placed on standby, Rackham hesitated before soon speaking up. "Uh...sir." he began speaking with hesitation. "Operatives E-196 and Darkstar have engaged the Jedi with their teams" Rackham began. "In addition to that the teams of both operatives have already suffered heavy losses and we have lost eyes on E-196 when the Jedi turned off the magnetic shield." he continued. Rackham expected the Grand Admiral to give some sort of big reaction, but Sularen instead remained calm, unfazed by this development. "I see. Cancel my privious order, the Dark Troopers are to remain in place until i say otherwise." Sularen said. "As for the SpecNav Operatives and Marines, order them to withdraw from Hangar-15. I see no reason to waste more lives on a fight that cannot be won." the Grand Admiral added.

"But sir, without any opposition the Jedi will be able to roam freely through the Ship." Rackham protested. "They still have a long way to go before reaching any of the key portions of the ship and i still have more tricks up my sleeve." Sularen retorted. "But for now, order a full retreat for all remaining forces in the hangar." Sularen reiterated. "Yes sir." Rackham answered. Soon the Colonel would relay new commands to E-196 and Darkstar along with all surviving SpecNav Commandos and Marine Stormtroopers within the Hangar-15, calling for all units within the hangar to pull back and disengage.

The Jedi had won the battle in Hangar-15, but they still had a lot more obstacles to overcome if they were even going to touch their objective, whatever it was.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Task Force Vader arrives in close range of the House Mecetti Fleet but abruptly halts it's advance before it can begin brawling with the House Mecetti
• The four Battlecruisers of Task Force Vader [INV Predator, INV Tyuk, INV Indomidable, INV Urbanus] fire their heaviest weapons against four specific Star Destroyer within the House Mecetti Fleet [MHGN Legend, MHGN Bloodborn, MHGN Lineage and MHGN Magnificent]
• After firing the barrage of heavy weapons from the four Battlecruisers, the rest of the Imperial fleet joins the Battlecruisers in launching a general turbolaser and missing barrage against the House Mecetti, mostly focusing on the four ships originally targeted in order to ensure their destruction
• Upon being updated about the one-sided fight within Hangar-15, Marlon Sularen orders all Imperial units within Hangar-15 to begin disengaging and concede the Hangar to the Jedi to avoid further casualties

Tags [GA] | Vianca Mecetti | Amelia von Sorenn | Lossa Aureus | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Pal Veda
Tags [DE] | Bo Vuto | Castor E-196 | Abraxas Colt

 

[Creuat]

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

ANGER​

He took pleasure to feel the pain coursing through the boy’s body; to hear the screams of agony. Every move Creuat performed served with purpose, though all of it aligning to one main goal. To have Kyric submit to the Dark Side and kneel before the Emperor as his right hand; his Shadow Hand. He had given into his fear, and now what was next was to accept his anger before unleashing his hate.

But to Creuat’s disappointment the young Jedi resisted such temptations and even warded the pain he inflicted on him. He had hoped his taunts and his affliction would be enough to corrupt him.

Truly, this boy was Ryv’s son and the key to the fate of the Galaxy.

He snarled in frustration; if Kyric could see through the low light in their cramped environment he’d see the corruption spreading to Creuat’s teeth. The Jedi with every fiber in his being slowly approached the Dark Jedi with intent to continue and finish this fight. He could only glare at Kyric before reaching for his lightsaber until he halted to remember an unparalleled truth.

The Dark Side of the Force is my true ally and weapon.

He did not bother to unclip his lightsaber, only instead he released the torment upon Kyric’s body and pushed away his attack with a gesture from the Force. Whatever attack would be parried through this method all the while stripping away from their environment to use as a weapon. A violent rumble would occur as conduit piping, control panels, metal sheeting, anything would be crushed and stripped to be hurled at Kyric.

They were high above the Senate Chambers, and he could feel the Emperor and the Supreme Chancellor their battle unmistakably furious with the destruction consuming the heart of democracy.

“Can you feel it, Kyric? Can you feel the anger; the hate; the fury claiming Auteme,” laughing aloud with eerie as he bathed in the hateful emotions emitting from Kyric’s mother. “Soon her light will fall to obscurity and you will kneel to your new Master.”

“But why wait? He is most anxious to see you,” pushing Kyric until passing a large ventilation grate to push him into it to fall down from the maintenance tunnels and into the Chambers.

 

[Kyric]

The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful
The Tengu of Ashina
No Surrender
Senate District | Galactic City | Coruscant

​

The disappearance of Creuat's psionic onslaught stunned Kyric. The Jedi remained in place a split-second too long, providing the nautolan ample time to draw upon his hate again. Kyric charged forward anyway. He sheathed his blade and slipped past the first piece of durasteel torn away from the nearby rubble. A large chunk of permacrete followed that, catching Kyric on his already injured right side. The boy yelped and tumbled forward into an oncoming pipe. It caught him in the stomach and carried him all the way across the room back to where he had begun.

This is the worst. Kyric switched to a focused defense. Patience provided him ample time to gauge the trajectory of each projectile. He ducked, dove, and weaved through the assault, never taking a direct blow, but he was far from unscathed. A thin sheet of duracrete tore a scarlet line just beneath his right eyebrow. Blood quickly pooled within the socket, stealing his much-needed VISION. Another piece of rubble caught his bad shoulder from the blindspot and sent him stumbling back against the wall to catch himself.

"Can you feel it, Kyric? Can you feel the anger; the hate; the fury claiming Auteme? Soon her light will fall to obscurity and you will kneel to your new Master."

Kyric gritted his teeth and pushed off the wall. Tiny fissures appeared within his vision, one wreathed in warm firelight, the other a malign crimson. Where that light permeated the scene the boy could visualize the presence of the Dark Side. Hatred. Anger. Fear. True to Creuat's words, Kyric could see bloody threads connecting the fallen Jedi to both himself and another figure within the hall–likely Auteme going by the nautolan's display.

Firelight wreathed Kyric's frame within his vision, sparking violently against the darkened threads now wrapped around him. He felt his sister's presence entwined with that power, warding away the worst of what lingered at the edge of his psyche.

You have to rely on empathy, Kyr. You won't beat him if you let him toy with your emotions.

Seeking the truth enshrouded in the Dark Jedi's lies, Kyric tugged on one of the threads that ran from Creuat down into the maintenance shaft. It burned within his strange triple-vision, then snapped. The firelight followed that singular thread down the entirety of its length, eventually reaching Auteme to deliver a burst of resolve, from her son, and compassion, from her daughter.

Unfortunately, the distraction cost the boy.

Creuat's psychic strength caught Kyric and dragged him across the wall he had used to brace himself only seconds before. The kiffar struggled vainly to escape the vice-like hold.

"But why wait? He is most anxious to see you."

Not again.

Kyric caught the edge of the maintenance shaft with his fingers as if he could do with his physical strength what he couldn't with his mental discipline. Within the blink of an eye, his grip broke, and the boy slammed into the back of the narrow tunnel. He fell another eightish meters and thunked into the metallic grate at the bottom. Metal screeched as the boy's weight and Creuat's telekinetic power ripped the metal from the hinges and sent Kyric tumbling down through the ceiling of the Grand Convocation Chamber.

Ahh, what the hell. Kyric plummeted toward one of the upper rings of pods a quarter way around the room's circumference from where Auteme blasted the Sith'ari with her makeshift projectiles. When Kyric found her, he cupped his hands to his mouth. "Don't give up, ma!" He yelled, you know, like an idiot, then caught the edge of one of the stationary pods right before the collision.

​

The Good: Auteme | Bernard | Thalia Senn
The Bad: Creuat | Darth Solipsis | Prowler II | Sahar
Honorary Tag: Kyla

 

[Pal Veda]

ECLIPSE
On board the Predator
T85 X-wing Starfighter
Captain Pal Veda
Objective I -- SIDE MISSION
GA Allies: Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el Braze Braze
DE Enemies: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Castor E-196 Castor E-196 Abraxas Colt Abraxas Colt


From one firefight straight into another. Everything happened fast once Veda landed. The hangar was breached almost simultaneously, blaster fire coming from three separate squadrons then raining down from above by another. “Shields!” Veda shouted to his astromech. It took longer than he would have liked, and the X-wing sustained a bit of damage before the deflectors went to full power. He lowered the fighter’s underslung blaster cannon and started returning fire. He managed to take out a few of the Imperials before they scattered and found cover. Before he could do any significant reduction to the enemy numbers, the two Jedi went into kill mode. They reactivated the ray shield and started hurling thermal detonators about. Luckily they had good aim. The T-85’s cockpit rocked a bit from the concussive force of the grenades, but no damage done. He just hoped this thing could still fly out of here.

As quickly as it started, it stopped. The troopers retreated to regroup, leaving the hangar empty save Veda, the Jedi, and a slew of Imperial casualties. With the ray shield reactivated, the atmospheric pressure leveled out and the oxygen returned. Time to go. The sky captain opened the hatch of his cockpit and started climbing out. He removed his helmet and tossed it the seat, and he retrieved a sling bag that he threw over his shoulder. “BB, you’re coming with me,” he ordered. Beep boop! The droid disconnected then dropped from underneath the X-wing, hitting the floor with a metallic bang. Veda jumped down from the side of the fighter, blaster in hand.

He didn’t recognize the two Jedi, but that was no surprise. There were so many Force soldiers these days, no one could keep track. Plus he rarely worked with the Alliance at all, much less the Jedi. The way they operated, Veda could only assume they were master and apprentice. The older one had a metallic arm that must have had a good story to come with it. Veda approached them cautiously. He didn’t know what their mission was, and he didn’t need their interference in his. But the whole ship knew the three of them were on board now, so maybe they could help each other.

”Hey,” Veda called, jogging to catch up with the pair, the BB unit in tow. “I have to admit, I was not expecting to walk into this.” He gestured around at the absolute chaos that was hangar 15. As he walked by a downed trooper, he reholstered his blaster pistol and took the dead soldier‘s carbine with a couple of extra cartridges. The poor sap wouldn’t be needing these anymore.

 

[Vianca Mecetti]

The House Mecetti Defense Fleet deployed to Coruscant

Spoiler

Flagship Obscurer Class Destroyer
MHGN Banshee <-- Command ship of Lady Vianca Mecetti || 85%

Victory Class Destroyers
MHGN Legend <-- Destroyed in Current Engagement
MHGN Bloodborn <-- Destroyed in Current Engagement
MHGN Lineage <-- Destroyed in Current Engagement
MHGN Magnificent <-- Destroyed in Current Engagement
MHGN Awesome <--In Formation with Flagship || 93%
MHGN Royal <-- In Formation with Flagship || 98%
MHGN Prominence <-- In Formation with Flagship || 95%
MHGN Prince <-- In Formation with Flagship || 96%
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 || 75%
MHGN Brave <-- In Formation with Flagship || 80%
MHGN Wolf <-- In Formation with Flagship || 64%
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

---

The viewports on the bridge lit up brightly as another star destroyer met its end under the punishing weapons of Sularen's fleet.

"That's four now, my Lady," the Captain declared, "Legend, Bloodborn, Lineage, and Magnificent, all gone. They just weren't built to absorb that kind of damage."

Vianca clutched the console closest to her in a white-knuckled grip.

"It's over," she conceded, "we can't stand up to that potency of fire, and we can't return to the Refugee fleet. It would only place them in greater danger. The Martial, Hero, and our starfighters will have to suffice for them.

Make use of our superior speed, and initiate a fighting retreat.

Keep the Victory Star Destroyers and Corvettes in a screening formation between us and Sularen's forces. Have them maintain the firing of assault missiles for as long as they're able. Order the Blast-Boats to unload their proton torpedoes upon Sularen's forces before forming up alongside us, again.

Then proceed at best speed to System coordinates 257 by 36 by 9.

As we make our departure, the Blast-Boats shall continue to fire their turbolasers, which are situated in the aft for precisely this sort of maneuver."

The Captain passed the word down, and the Obscurer shuddered as its engines were brought to full speed.

They had stood their ground as long as was possible, hoping to take advantage of Sularen's attention so that the Alliance Supreme Commander could sweep this threat from a flanking position.

But staying any longer would be suicide, and the Lady of House Mecetti did not intend to die here, today.

Fortunately, it seemed that Sularen's fleet was abysmally slow. They were almost battle-stations rather than ships, and they had brought themselves to a complete stop before firing these exotic superweapons.

Those 5 kilometer turtles would not be able to catch up to her, and if they tried, they'd only succeed in eating fire as the Obscurer and its escorts got away.

---

TL;DR -

Spoiler

The Mecetti Fleet conducts a fighting withdrawal, screening the flagship with the remaining Victory Star Destroyers, Corvettes, and Blast-Boats.
The Mecetti fleet continues to attack Sularen's forces with assault missiles and turbolasers as they retreat.
The Mecetti fighter squadrons and two Corvettes have remained with the Refugees.

Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Kol Ambo Lossa Aureus
Onrai
Marlon Sularen Bo Vuto Kaine Hamilton

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR
Galactic Senate
Auteme

​

From his vantage point, the Dark Lord observed Auteme with a keen intensity. She emerged high above, standing on the podium for the Senator of Epoch, her gaze fierce and unwavering. Solipsis's lips curled into a sinister smile as he began to goad her, sensing the roiling storm of emotions within her.

Immediately, the Emperor let loose the senate pod at his command. Throwing hulking metal through the air towards her, followed by two more in rapid succession. To his surprise, the second and third pods seemed to catch themselves, their momentum halted. The fourth pod was similarly intercepted, its trajectory blocked by the intricate and invisible web the Shield had woven.

Auteme's anger surged, a black, raging bile rising from her core. As she pushed the platforms aside and climbed atop hers, Solipsis's eyes narrowed. With his Force Sight, he now saw the truth: the entire Senate chamber was laced with Auteme's web of the Force. Invisible strands linked many pods to the Chancellor's podium, each connection a testament to her meticulous preparation. The threads, initially unseen, now glowed with a fiery intensity, her presence igniting them like kindling. The Force cried out in warning, its currents rippling with the weight of her power.

"You have taken enough from me," she said, pain, grief, and fury woven through her words. "Enough from the galaxy. No more."

Her fist closed, and the pods were sent careening towards the center of the Senate Chamber, eight of them spiraling inwards to crush him. The Sith'ari's eyes flashed with dark insight as he raised his hands, his will bending the Force to his command. The invisible strands were now clear to him, their connections and pathways illuminated by his Force Sight.

With a surge of energy, Solipsis projected his will into the threads, manipulating the web she had woven. What threads once illuminated with brilliant light, now grew sickly and black. He redirected the momentum of the incoming pods, causing them to collide with each other in a cacophony of metal and shattering glass. The resulting explosion of debris and energy filled the chamber, a collision of superheated mess that created a ring of debris piling high into a dome with the Dark Lord at the center.

Auteme leapt down, landing gracefully on a level above him, her resolve burning brighter than ever. Debris rose, lifted from the dome's top by the empyrean grasp of the Emperor which caused the ring to collapse. A domino effect that showed the untouched center where he stood. Solipsis met her gaze with a cold, calculating stare, discarding the wreckage in his ethereal grasp with casual disdain. He had uncovered her strategy, and now he would turn it against her.

"No more tricks. Time to die."

With a flourish of his hands, Solipsis manipulated the Force threads, unraveling and reweaving them to his design. He sent waves of dark energy through the chamber, each pulse disrupting the delicate balance of her web. He lifted his hand, connected now with her network, her threads and let loose a storm of crackling lightning. Each bolt a very physical aspect of the Force, screaming along the intricate threads to the original source, Auteme .

​

 

[Minister Janus Vipsanius]

CORUSCANTI UNDERWORLD

​

Under the planet's surface, within the shadowy depths of the Coruscanti Underworld, an atmosphere of tense anticipation hung in the air. The dark confines of the hidden construction bay were illuminated by the flickering lights of control panels and the occasional sparks from welding torches. This was a massive lair of the industry, one built from crude foundations and ramparts of battles long past. A relic of the Second Great Hyperspace War made anew, this was the lair of the ECLIPSE III prototype, an unfinished vessel, sized to that of a battlecruiser with incredibly destructive potential.

Minister Janus Vipsanius, a gaunt and fervent figure draped in the dark robes of the Church of the Dark Side, paced along the catwalk of the bridge, gazing out over the massive hull of the Eclipse III. His eyes gleamed with fanatical devotion, and his lips moved in silent prayer. The world above was embroiled in chaos, but down here, in the depths, there was an eerie silence, broken only by the hum of machinery and the occasional tremor that shook the ground. Captain Lothair stood nearby, an Imperial hardliner from the days of the Old Empire, his stance rigid and his expression impassive. He was a man of discipline and action, not one for the mysticism and the dark rituals of the Sith. His focus was on the ship and the mission at hand. The strange incantations and fervent proclamations of the Minister were unsettling, a reminder of the forces they faced long ago, but he maintained his silence, observing the proceedings with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

"The time has come," Minister Vipsanius intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber. "The will of the Emperor shall be done. The galaxy will tremble, and our enemies will fall before us."

Captain Lothair's eyes flicked to the Minister, but he said nothing. He had learned that it was often better to let the fanatics speak and to focus on his duties. Loyal to a fault the the Imperial cause and to their new Emperor, he simply found little patience for conjurers and soothsayers. He turned his attention back to his crew, stationed in the deck pits below.

"Prepare the engines," Lothair commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. "Bring the ECLIPSE to life."

Engineers and technicians sprang into action, their fingers dancing over control panels, their voices calling out status updates. The engines of the unfinished prototype began to hum with power, a deep, resonant vibration that grew steadily in intensity. The very air seemed to thrum with the awakening of the battlecruiser's colossal power. Janus raised his arms, his face contorted in an expression of exultant ecstasy. "HIS WILL BE DONE." Captain Lothair watched the Minister for a moment, his expression unreadable, before turning back to his crew. "All systems online. Initiate the ascent sequence. Bring us to the surface."

The command was relayed, and the massive engines roared to life. The ground quaked violently, the tremors reverberating through the subterranean chamber. Slowly, the immense form of the ECLIPSE III began to rise, its ascent shaking loose debris and sending clouds of dust billowing through the tunnels. As the battle raged above, the world beneath Coruscant responded with its own upheaval. The ascent of the ECLIPSE III was a monumental effort, a testament to the engineering prowess of those who had long labored in darkness since the days of the first Coruscanti invasion. The ship climbed steadily, its engines pushing it towards the surface, where it would soon join the fray. No longer would they need to hide, no longer would the protections and hidden bureaucracy created by Aerarii Tithe be needed to cover their tracks.

Minister Vipsanius watched with a maniacal gleam in his eyes, his hands clasped together in a gesture of reverence. "The Sith'ari's will shall be done," he repeated, his voice a fervent whisper.

 

[DARKCOM]

ECLIPSE III PROTOTYPE

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The battle for the heart of the Core Worlds raged above the surface of Coruscant - blaster fire, lightsaber clashes, and the distant rumble of starship engines filled the skies like a chaotic symphony. In the midst of this, the earth itself began to rumble from the depths below. Far beneath the Senate District, a massive energy signature began to appear all over radar on both sides of the conflict. Sensors ran wild, the ground trembled with increasing intensity, unnoticed at first amidst the chaos of battle, but growing rapidly into a force that could not be ignored. Hovering over this scene as it unfolded, several Star Destroyers under the command of Marlon Sularen waited, watching like predatory vultures.

In the heart of the Senate Building, where Senators had once debated and made decisions that shaped the galaxy, a fissure split the floor with a deafening crack. Dust and debris cascaded from the ceiling as the fissure widened, tearing through the duracrete and permaglass with unstoppable force. The tremors grew violent, and the very structure of the building groaned in protest. Suddenly, with a catastrophic roar, the ground erupted. A massive vessel burst through the Senate floor, a monstrous battlecruiser sized Star Destroyer rising from the depths of Coruscant. Steel and stone were ripped apart as the ship ascended, its dark, imposing hull forcing its way through the layers of the ancient building. Massive chunks of debris were hurled into the air, shattering into countless pieces as they collided with the ground below.

The devastation was incalculable. The incomplete prototype - the ECLIPSE III prototype tore through the Senate Building with the force of a tidal wave, sending shockwaves through the surrounding area. Permaglass windows shattered in a cascade of glimmering shards, walls crumbled into heaps of rubble, and support beams snapped like twigs under the immense pressure. The sound was deafening, a cacophony of destruction that echoed through the cityscape of Coruscant. As the battlecruiser continued its relentless ascent, the once-majestic Senate Building was reduced to a ruinous shell. Towers and spires that had stood for centuries toppled and fell, their collapse adding to the chaos. The building's ornate facade was obliterated, replaced by the dark, angular lines of the Imperial war machine.

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[Aether of the Iron Order]

AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber x2| 2 Corsage [Foil +Gun] | 3 Calypso [ Broad Saber] | 4 Resurgence [Crossguard] |5 Whirlwind [Chain Kama] | 6 Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator War Maul

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

TAGS:

Opp: Marlon Sularen Bo Vuto Castor E-196 Abraxas Colt
Ally: Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Lossa Aureus Isla Draellix-Kobitana Jasper Kai'el Pal Veda

Aether latched onto the Ashwing as he fell, his body a seamless extension of the ship. With an effortless grace, he climbed aboard and zipped off at extreme speed. The maneuvers he executed were nothing short of breathtaking, a dizzying display of aerial acrobatics that only someone with his unique abilities could manage. The ship twisted and turned, spiraling out before suddenly slowing as he approached the larger vessel.

He expertly latched onto a spot on the hull where the guns couldn't target the smaller ship, the mag-locks engaging with a satisfying click. Hopping out, he quickly assessed the material of the hull. He knew time was of the essence. With precision, he set to work, wielding the Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator with a deftness that belied its cumbersome name. The tool bashed its way through the maintenance hatch, the metal yielding under the relentless force.

Once through, Aether slipped inside, moving with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly where he was going. His destination: the escape pods. The corridors were a blur as he made his way to the launch terminal, his mind already working on the possible override sequence and priming his programs and tools to slice it if need be.

Reaching the terminal, he set upon the interface, fingers flying over the controls as he initiated the manual override.