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


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B L A C K G U A R D
CORUSCANT | GALACTIC SENATE
Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Kyric Kyric | Auteme Auteme | Veli'ae Ashai Veli'ae Ashai | Bernard Bernard | Sahar Sahar | Thalia Senn Thalia Senn



He followed through the opened grate, gracefully landing on a pod away from Kyric’s own. This grand auditorium was now in ruins as fire and debris disfigured its facade. Its new look was far suiting, a display of the false promises of democracy.

Slowly he approached Kyric’s pod, letting him witness the battle between the Shield and the Emperor while carefully maneuvering to avoid any pods launched towards him. The Dark Jedi mockingly scoffed as the boy called out with words of encouragement to the Chancellor. It was pointless to resist and continue this arrogance. The years of peace made them weak just as he witnessed when he was still a Jedi. Their indulgence cost them yesterday’s battle at Tython, and tomorrow it would forfeit the Galaxy to the Empire.

Then a loud and powerful noise groaned throughout the Senate, the walls and ceiling shook as the earth quaked. The floor divided as a behemoth slowly emerged from the belly of the Senate District. A great technological terror as it made its ascent. Without a doubt, this was one of the secret machinations of the Emperor. It would be counterintuitive for the Alliance to destroy the one symbol they held dear to and was the first pillar to their society.

The Nautolan paid no attention as he then rushed for Kyric, at last making a great jump to the pod where the Jedi was clinging on its edge for dear life.

“It is inevitable, boy. The false sense of peace and freedom this Alliance has wrought will soon be eclipsed by order from the Emperor’s will.”
 
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"Don't give up, ma!"

And distraction cost her, her eyes drawn to Kyric once more, and she stared in disbelief that he had come here, and the rage both subsided and reared its head, and how could he come here, like an idiot, to the heart of the danger where she had resolved to fight alone, and he was here like his father was, and like his father hadn't been, and he said something so foolish but so full of heart that she could not fault him for it for even a moment, and she looked at Solipsis, and the rage returned twofold.

The pods crashed together, courses altered by his corruption. The Dark coursed along the lines she'd laid. The fact that he could even touch them burned her soul; to see the Mist-Weaver's art stolen was a testament to his power and an incalculable pain for her. But she took hold nonetheless. The threads that arced with his power spun together where she still had control, black magic discharged out of the end, crackling into the ceiling.

Even in his perversions of her work, she was the weaver -- his was an imitator, a distorted reflection of what she could do. She fought back where he corrupted, still unceasing in her assault as other pods flew off the walls, crashing against each other as his power surged forward as well-

Then the ground split, the building rumbled, its foundations groaned. She lost her footing for a moment, almost falling off her platform -- then the platforms started falling. The black mass rising from the ground cut through the Chamber's foundations, and it began to collapse inward, the walls pushing the remaining pods, sending them tumbling towards the both of them.

Her hands went up, stopping the initial wave, but the weight mounted, forcing her barrier to expand. Threads sloughed from her form, building upwards to stop the avalanche of debris, but soon enough she lost her footing as the black mass rose under her, carrying her upwards. More and more rubble and wreckage piled around her, until her threads crumbled under their weight, crushing her against the hull of the black ship.

They rose, and rose, and what little air still reached her became fresh, even as the stench of death began to surround them.

 
you'll know for sure tonight



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



Reima took a moment to do a mental inventory, but it wasn't terribly promising. She ached all over, like she'd been flattened by a Hutt. The worst pain was in her shoulder and in her chest, but she was a fighter pilot, not a doctor (and certainly not a miracle worker), so those clues did little to help her determine if she had serious injuries. Not that it would matter; she had a basic first aid kit, but there wasn't much there.

She went to move her hands up to the dash to pull herself to her feet, but her left arm hung limply at her side. Reima looked down at it incredulously, her dark eyes furious, as if her body had committed some kind of faux pas by responding appropriately to being slammed at high speeds into a skyscraper. She sighed and managed to pull herself up with her one functioning arm. Both legs functioned well, which was rather nice under the circumstances, and she threw one and then the other over the rim of the cockpit. Without the landing gears, it wasn't so far a drop, but landing on her feet sent a shockwave of paint through her shoulder and the side of her chest.

:// INQUIRY: ARE YOU INJURED, FLIGHT OFFICER VITALIS?

She looked over to her droid and noted that he had utilized his rappel cables to stop the halt of the ship. He chittered, released the cables and then wheeled up to her, photoreceptor twisting to look up at her. Reima was sure she imagined the concern in that singular photoreceptor, but it comforted her nonetheless. "I'm not dead," she said. "That'll have to be enough to be getting on with at present." She removed her helmet, tossed it into the wreckage of the ship, and repeated the process with her flight vest, with all its tubes and hoses designed to keep her alive in space. She unzipped her flightsuit to the waist and then sat on a ruined filing cabinet. "Give me a hand, here, Bartoo? Your plasma cutter, I think. I need to make a sling."

Working together, the droid and the pilot managed to craft a serviceable sling in only ten minutes, and with some difficulty she managed to bind up her useless arm. "Can you get a signal?" she asked Bartoo. "Maybe we can get a signal back to the fleet so they know I'm not dead."

:// RESPOSNE: NO COMMUNICATIONS SIGNAL AVAILABLE. IT IS POSSIBLE THAT THE BUILDING'S STRUCTURE IS INTERFERING WITH BB-10R2'S SHORTWAVE TRANSMITTER.

Reima sighed and she stood, brushing her behind of the detritus she had gathered sitting down. She went over to the window she had smashed through. She cast her gaze first to the skies, lifting her arm to shield her gaze, looking for Wedge Draav Wedge Draav first and her Revenant Squadron squadmates. The fight must have moved on, because she didn't see any fightercraft. "Try over here?" she called to BB-10R2.

The droid wheeled over and, chittering, tried several positions, but then --

A tremor ran through the building. Then another, stronger. Rattling the contents of the room, rattling Reima's very bones. Then, in the distance -- not even a kilometer off, the Senate building seemed to erupt, showering dust and debris across the Senate district. Her dark eyes widened, a cold spike of terror shooting through her. Mother. If Natasi Fortan was still on Coruscant, it was six to five and pick 'em that she was in that building.

That ruin. That pile of rubble --

:// REPORT: DISTRESS SIGNAL ACKNOWLEDGED. 10TH FLEET PERSONNEL EN ROUTE. STAND BY.

The droid's report stopped the Flight Officer from spiraling, but Reima didn't take her eyes from the Senate District, not even as the billowing cloud of smoke and debris obscured her vision. Not even as a massive ship emerged from the cityscape where the Senate used to be. Reima bit back a curse and turned away, fast enough that her left arm swung painfully. She didn't bother to bite back this curse and instead grit her teeth and looked over to BB-10R2. "Right. Going to need one more thing. And please, don't argue. We haven't much time."



Three minutes later and past the most painful experience of Reima Vitalis' life, Reima clambered through the hole in the side of the office building she had crashed into and into a rescue vehicle. Five minutes after that, she was lying through her teeth to the flight coordinator on a 10th Fleet ship that she had sustained no injuries during her crash. He didn't need to know that she had dislocated her arm; BB-10R2 had helped her get it back where it belonged, and though every movement hurt, she knew that all hands would be needed for whatever was happening at the Senate building, even her own. And she didn't lie about the fractured ribs she had sustained because she didn't know about them, though she didn't volunteer any information about the significant pain she felt, the shortness of breath when she exerted herself too much.

BB-10R2 had tried to explain the consequences of going un-treated as he had performed the amateur reduction, and though she had been screaming bloody murder the entire time, Reima understood the little droid. She had promised to see a physician when this was all over and, by damn, she would, but without every able body, it was possible that she wouldn't live long enough to have the chance.

Reima was called into the pilot's briefing room, where they were gathering to share what they knew about the mass that had erupted from the Senate District. Reima helped herself to a cup of revolting coffee and leaned against the back wall.

 
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Revenant Eight​


Ally of GA flying with Revenant Squadron
Flight suit
Piloting X-wing | R3-J9

Allies: Addison Porte Addison Porte | Wedge Draav Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis Reima Vitalis | Shar Sieu Shar Sieu
Enemies: Shadow Squadron,



Djikra watched as she rounded the top of the maneuver to form up behind Wedge Draav Wedge Draav and Reima Vitalis Reima Vitalis breaking off after Crimson Squadron. May the twin serpents guide you. A couple TIE's come into view, squeezing the trigger twice was enough for them to scatter. It seemed like a heartbeat plus a moment before Shar Sieu Shar Sieu caught sight 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.

<<Copy that Rev 4, engaging. Addison Porte Addison Porte Go Starboard>> With her flight suits impressive anti G capability Djikra only had to worry about what the X-Wing could handle. Doing a quick roll to the port side and diving on the rest of Shadow Squadron relying on one part force precognition & the other part targeting computer firing a rapid volley of shots grouped to try and take the inner wing off the port TIE and send them into their own formation. Banking on her wing mate to put pressure on the other side.

Now to get to the real work, good thing I have the water of life in the drink slot. Might have to teleport to catch them unaware. The thought had crossed her mind, at least she had that still secret. Another option always was teleporting her wing mate to a favorable firing spot.
 
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Objective:
Equipment: Nightshrike
Allies: GA, Wedge Draav Wedge Draav , E9-K4 "Keeper",
Commanding: Spectre Squadron (11x Nightshrikes)
Enemies: Any and all Imperials


"This is Spectre Lead. What in the hells is-. All Squadrons focus on that Super! Spectres, stick to me and maintain radio silence. We have to stop them."

Ari couldn't help but drop her jaw as her fighter popped out of one of the city-planet's cavernous canyons, witnessing the titanic dreadnought break through the duracrete "surface" and rise into the atmosphere. She climbed into the fray, vaping a pair of errant ties almost immediately joining the battle as her stealth fighter flew towards her massive new target. This was something entirely new - and even through the visage of this grizzled veteran, a small bit of fear shined briefly through her eyes. She'd faced down plenty of opposing pilots, small capital ships, Ari had even taken on an ISD before, in her old WolfX none the less. This would be something new.

The sleek, black X-wing of Spectre 3 joined formation with her, both fighters locking their S-foils in almost perfect unison. The rest of her new band of Misfits spread out in their own elements, taking advantage of what was left of the cityscape to cover their approach. Ari, on the other hand, pushed her throttle to its extent. The Spectres had to do something. If they could clear a path to that ship, surely the team of crack pilots and commandoes could exploit some weakness and destroy it - or at least force the Imperials to take their trash and withdraw. Whatever it would take - they had to do it.
 


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

DARK EMPIRE
CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

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Onboard the bridge of the INV Purifier, Admiral Hamilton observed as the battle progressed, witnessing from a great distance as Grand Admiral Sularen's fleet forced their House Mecetti counterparts to retreat upon unleashing their overwhelming firepower. For now it would seem that the Empire held the upper hand, enemy starfighter squadrons were tied down while Imperial Fleets continued to dominate the battlefield, although the presence of the ANS Mon Mothma still prevented the Imperial Navy from securing total victory on the battlefield. Regardless, everything was going just as the Grand Admiral had planned although Hamilton was still annoyed that he had been left out of most of the action. Fortunately for him he wouldn't have to wait any longer.

As the ground began to shake beneath the Senate District, the bridge of the INV Purifier flared up in activity as a Sensor Officer picked up something on his console. "We're picking up a strong power surge beneath the Senate district." the officer cried out. Shortly afterwards another sensor officer chimed in with his own observation "Uh, Admiral Hamilton, sir. I'm picking up a new ship ID right in front of us. The Eclipse III" the second officer said. Upon hearing this Hamilton was confused as looking infront of him through the viewports of the INV Purifier he could see no ship. "Friendly or foe?" the Admiral inquired. "IFF Transponders are reading it as a friendly." the officer replied.

Then, Hamilton noticed it. right at the center of the Senate district cracks began to form across the surface which would soon become to collapse inwards just as a large object emerged from beneath it. Almost immediately the busy bridge of the INV Purifier went silent as the Eclipse III finally emerged in full form from beneath the Senate District rising into the skies of Coruscant right infront of Hamilton's Fleet. 'So this was Sularen's trump card' Hamilton thought, a secret Battlecruiser from beneath the Senate district. Never before had the Imperial Veteran seen such an act play out before him, and even then he was left with more questions then answers. How did the Empire manage to build such a large ship under the nose of the Senate? Why did it seem like half of the ship was missing? How exactly would this Eclipse III help the Empire achieve a decisive victory?

Nevertheless, there was no time to seek answers for such questions. With the Grand Admiral still busy dealing with enemy naval elements, it would be down to Admiral Hamilton to ensure that the Eclipse III made it through this battle in one piece in order to complete whatever plan the higherups had in mind regarding the unfinished warship. "Move the fleet into position around the Eclipse III and form a defensive perimeter." Admiral Hamilton ordered. "There is no doubt that the Alliance will throw everything they have at it in order to destroy it." he continued.

Soon enough, the ships of Hamilton's fleet would begin moving towards the Eclipse III once it had complete it's ascent into the skies of Coruscant, before beginning the process of arranging themselves into a position to surround the ship in a defensive perimeter in anticipation of potential enemy counter attacks. Whatever force the Alliance threw at the Eclipse III, Hamilton's fleet would respond with twice the firepower in order to ensure that the plans of High Command could not be compromised. "Patch me through to the Eclipse III" Hamilton ordered to the Communications officer, who nodded and obeyed the Admiral's order as he opened a channel with the bridge of the Eclipse III. "Eclipse III, this is Admiral Hamilton speaking. I wish to speak to the commanding officer of this vessel."


 
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Ariana Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta ,Jedi Padawan
Location:
Coruscant, Senate Building
Action: Look for an avenue of escape/figure out what is going on
Cape

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My brother once told me about how there was always a deeper value hidden beneath stocks and such. . . what deep fierfeking value is there in the Empire?

The thought was rather unbecoming of a Tetan Noble Lady but she knew her limit when it came to understanding concepts outside of her purview and interests. In the meantime Ariana eyed the former Chancellor, the man had grasped a heavy looking object. She had yet learned what many of the jeweled encrusted ornaments were in this area but it was clearly intended to be used as a weapon. She raised an eyebrow as she released her hold on her lightsaber, He doesn’t have a weapon on him?

The young Du Couteau heir had little time to think of an answer when the traitor Tithe charged forward with a wild swing with his beautifully made improvised weapon. Ariana braced herself and used her right arm to catch the attack, she wasn’t even half the swordsman her father had been so she had hoped showing the saber would have been enough of a deterrent. Her right arm was thankfully mechanical and she felt confident that Tithe’s weapon wouldn’t do much damage.

Okay, block, step back, refocus and counter, just enough strength to-

The ground shook beneath their feet, not just a simple quake that could be explained by an explosion. Ariana mouthed a single “What?” before the shaking continued to increase and large pieces of the building around them began to break. She backed off and dodged as a large chunk of marble fell right on where she had just stood. The more quakes quickly proved to her that this wasn't going to be an isolated moment and Ariana looked worried as more cracks and large fissures began to grow all around her on the walls and floors.

Ariana’s eyes darted around, whatever this was it wasn’t an explosion as there would have been a concussive force. She looked back at former Chancellor Tithe, for only a moment before Ariana darted back into her Senate Office. She ran past the many display cases of outfits and capes but instead chose one that had an ornate box. With the use of the Force she broke open the case and tore out her father’s lightsaber before fastening it to her belt.

“Okay Ariana, find a way out and-” The ground shook again and Ariana clearly was rattled as she hadn’t realized she was thinking out loud. What was the point if she captured a traitor for only the two of them to get crushed beneath a collapsing building.

 

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She pulled back like a cobra having struck it's pray, coiling up against the back of the hall, her eyes shining with malice as she gazed upon her work with equal parts scorn and delight.

"You carried the mark of evil."

"Al-Ayn."


Sahar placed a gloved hand on her eye, mocking the screaming Thalia as she clutched her melted eye in sheer agony. Al-Ayn, in the tongue of her home planet, meant the evil eye, and those of the living who bore the mark of the evil eye could only be purified through fire. And she'd granted the Jedi relief in her own special way via the traditions of home.

"It matters not how you choose to leave this life and journey to the next."

She shrugged dismissively, bringing her saber to and pointing it at Thalia.

"I will aid you in your journey to the other side, only thing is, will the history books speak of a brave warrior or a one eyed runt who died cowering like the rest of her ilk?"

Sahar didn't allow her to answer before closing in with her saber drawn.

Thalia Senn Thalia Senn Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis Creuat Creuat Bernard Bernard Kyric Kyric Auteme Auteme Veli'ae Ashai Veli'ae Ashai

 
Objective: Cover Spectre
Allies: Revenant Squadron ( Wedge Draav Wedge Draav and Company), Spectre ( Ari Naldax Ari Naldax and friends)
Enemies: Sith forces. The Eclipse

"Well... crux," Teravin growled as he peered down at the behemoth monstrosity as it pulled up from the city scape, tearing apart duracreet and durasteel on its way to the sky. "I really hope they weren't fond of that paintjob." Pulling his ship into a flip, Teravin doubled back towards the Eclipse, his golden eyes locking in on the structure. [Rev 7, goin after big bertha.]

Sliding into the tail of Ari Naldax's formation, the revenant pilot keyed into the comms. [Spectre Lead, this is Revenant 7. I provide some support for your run.] Taking a deep breath, he kept aware of his sensors, ready to engage any contacts that came their way. "What's the worst that can happen? I blow up? Again?"
 
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Coruscant, Senate Building
Inside the (destroyed) Senate Chambers
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Fellow actors on stage: Veli'ae Ashai Veli'ae Ashai Kyric Kyric Creuat Creuat
Related to the storyline: Auteme Auteme Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis as well as Sahar Sahar Thalia Senn Thalia Senn

SWORD OF THE JEDI

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The cold abated with every corridor of distance Bernard put between himself and Prowler. His breath stopped appearing in misty clouds, and the blood—previously frozen into bloody ice crystals—began to flow down his arm again. Drops of it pattered against the floor in short bursts, creating a trail of blood.

Bernard clenched his jaw hard enough to feel his teeth begin to numb. Anger, rage, betrayal, humiliation, they each came in a flood of emotion that passed through him like a ghost. None of them left a mark as they surged up into his chest, then disappeared, as though they'd be dragged beneath the currents of his mind by ordered, sequential thoughts.

He latched onto anything to ground himself through the onslaught of emotion and pain. His Arkanian mind raced with every spare shred of adrenaline not devoted to keeping his heart pumping blood and his legs moving. He recounted Jedi recitals under his breath, played through battle tactics, ran through each meticulous step of a lightsaber sequence in detail.

Each step came with a new shot of pain, with another reminder of the failure. He wheezed his breaths between laboured coughs. It took conscious effort to remain on his feet, even as the stim's bacta coursed through his veins to repair some of the damage.

He hadn't been so humiliated since...

Since Lannik had ambushed him with Sith Lightning aboard the Sith war vessel.

Left foot forward, angle thirty degrees outward, shift weight forward and move to high guard. Absorb the blow, use its weight to drop onto the forward leg and sweep the other in a wide arc toward the enemy's legs.

The emotions stopped coming. Numbness washed over his chest, and all he felt was a deep sense of determination.

Determination to destroy it. To destroy all of it. To destroy the Darkness threatening his own.





Bernard finally reached the observation deck, slumping against one of the consoles near the viewport. The decks were built directly behind the pod-mountings in the Senate Chamber walls, providing a short ramp as an access point into the Chamber itself. He stumbled toward the opening hatch, breaching the door with a precise application of the Force. It cracked, clicked, and the emergency override mechanism kicked in to slide it open for any escapees.

The great Senate hall stretched out before him, various pods already missing from the far side wall. A deep sense of darkness overcame him. Deeper within the chamber, on the far side, Auteme and Darth Solipsis engaged in their fight. The Dark Lord's presence alone sent an oppressive wave through Bernard, making him tense through the discomfort running up his spine.

But there was another. Bernard saw only his legs, dangling out from one of the pods farther down the right on the row he'd stepped onto. Something familiar touched the back of his mind. He felt his heartbeat again, through the numbness, followed by that thorned void.

The son of Karis.

Bernard jumped into action, closing the distance with a few short leaps. As he touched down on the pod beneath Kyric's, the ground shook as a cacophonous rumbling burst through the Senate Chamber's halls. The metal beneath Bernard's feet trembled. Muted orange light rays burst through cracks in the ceiling, and suddenly, impossibly, Bernard felt himself rise up, as though he was being lifted through the Force. But his feet remained firmly planted on the metal, and no invisible hand had reached for him.

He had no time to ponder it, a sense of danger tolled at the back of his perception. Danger coming from above, but not toward him...

Through unsteady footing, Bernard leapt up. He caught the Son of Karis' arm, and pulled him along onto the pod. But he had no time for a reunion, his attention turned to the source of their danger.

It revealed itself from that vantage. Rhis Fisto, the former Jedi Knight, came leaping through the air with the loathsome red blade of a Sith.

"Rhis," Bernard hissed, the determination in his eyes hardened to something more sinister.


“It is inevitable, boy. The false sense of peace and freedom this Alliance has wrought will soon be eclipsed by order from the Emperor’s will.”

Bernard summoned the Force, feeling it rush through his body, and stretched out his good arm. He watched in his mind's eye as the Dark Jedi's leap was cut short, and his body sent flying into the crumbling wall of the Senate Chamber where it would—Force willing—crush the traitor.

Above them, the Senate Chambers crumbled into nothingness, large chunks of duracrete twisted between the remnants of a durasteel framework descended and turned the symbol of Galactic Democracy nothing more than a pile of rubble. And the Jedi, Kyric, Auteme, Bernard, were caught right at the center of that desolation.

And it was there that Bernard, battered, bruised, his dominant arm injured beyond use, would stand with them to find death, or find victory.

Emotions had always passed through him like a ghost, yet here he felt it. Determination that brought peace and clarity in darkness.
 
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Core Worlds, Coruscant
10th Sector Armada

ANS Mon Mothma

[GA]: Wedge Draav Wedge Draav | Reima Vitalis Reima Vitalis | Revenant Squadron | Lossa Aureus Lossa Aureus
[DE]: Minister Janus Vipsanius Minister Janus Vipsanius | DARKCOM DARKCOM | Kaine Hamilton Kaine Hamilton


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A low growl of exacerbation slipped from the woman's lips as she otherwise stood silently on the bridge of the behemoth. A simple command, that was all it had been, and yet, it seemed that certain individuals were otherwise incapable of even carrying out that. Rather, they continued to choose to rush into a situation headlong with some attempted semblance of glory, only to be put on their back foot; at least this time the individual had the sense to depart from the situation instead of blindly rushing forward without forethought or a single word and costing themself their life in the process. It was an issue that she was tired of having to face, time and time again, one that needed to be rectified, however, it was an issue that could wait for the more appropriate time, which now, was not that moment.

Now, she had to focus, reallocate, and redeploy if the Alliance had the chance to overcome and divert any momentum the enemy was seemingly gaining. Her focus, first and foremost, was ensuring that the evacuation fleet would have the proper screen and was capable of fleeing from the engagement zone relatively unscathed. Taking a step forward, she took the moment to center herself, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath before those golden-yellow hues snapped open and fell upon the scene unfolding before her as she nodded her head; her voice slipping free mere moments after as she gave the command.

"Deploy the Obsidian Skirmish Line from Theselon Squadron to cover the evacuation fleet. Inform the lead vessel that assistance is incoming. Move up Ascendancy Squadron to fill in the gap left by House Mecetti..."

Before she had a moment to finish her thought, her attention snapped towards the Senate Building watching as the ground began to tremble and shake as crevasses began to form in the city structure below. The spires and towers of Coruscant shuddered as they began to buckle, slowly falling in as the ground tore open, the Senate Building itself began to crack from the stress as the dome surged up before collapsing in on itself as a vessel slowly pulled itself from the surface of the planet. How it had gotten there, the construction behind it, and any questions involving the vessel could be asked and answered later, for the moment, it quickly became the primary focus and she wasn't about to let the karking thing slip from Coruscant so easily.

"This is Supreme Command von Sorenn, all squadrons, priority target, focus fire on that Battlecruiser. Target its engines and bring it back down, I don't want it leaving the atmosphere. Deploy the Starfighter Squadrons to cover the approach for our Bombers to take out any surface weapons and shields. If they want that vessel, we're going to make them work for the karking thing."

Amelia growled slightly as she kept her attention on the Battlecruiser that was slowly rising from beneath the Senate Building, rending the district apart and costing untold lives as it surged forward. However, it was clear, she wasn't going to let it go unanswered as the ANS Mon Mothma pushed forward, its support squadrons would focus on tearing a hole through the enemy fleets and pushing them back as the massive Viscount-class Sector Defender pushed forward, targeting the engines of the Eclipse III Prototype.

"All Gunners, once you have your targeting solution, you are free to fire at will. Full barrage, all Missiles, Torpedoes, and Breach Ordnance followed by Ion Cannons and Turbolasers. Focus your fire on its engines, and leave surface emplacements and secondary targets to our bomber squadrons. I want that thing buried right back where it came from."

The woman nodded as the bridge crew erupted into a cacophony of activity as though a hive had been threatened and the swarm within was awoken. Orders were rapidly sent out and answered in equal measure as the behemoth she commanded brought its weapons to bear against the monstrosity that was tearing itself free from the surface of Coruscant. At first, the response was sporadic, with one or two weapons firing as they found their target. However, that was resolved in short order as more and more of the armaments were brought to bear, unleashing a salvo of ordnance and bolts against the target, the focus clear. It could either limp out of here, or it could crash back into the planet, and the latter was the preferred outcome.


 

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Allies: Nyles Kote Nyles Kote Amelia von Sorenn Amelia von Sorenn Wedge Draav Wedge Draav Revenant Squadron
ON TOP OF: DARKCOM DARKCOM
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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.
First came the rumbling. Gress was convinced it was some sort of underground explosion, before suddenly the ground opened up.

For a moment, everything went dark. He couldn't really get his bearings as the lights went out. The cabin rocked, and everyone was thrown from their seats. It was like the whole cabin was a shaker being rattled by a bartender.

But when the lights finally came back on, and the shaking ceased...

"...sit-rep." Gress could only groan out as he climbed back over to his command seat.

<This is General Lupa to Lt. Crl. D'ran. Do you read me? What's your status?>

No immediate answer. Damnit.

...the mandos.
"Sir..." Radar, the comms officer sounded off. "...long range comms are down. We've got no way of getting in contact with high command."

"...what about short range?" Gress asked, nursing his head. Thank the Force for his helmet, else he'd be sitting on the floor bloody. "Wheels, where are we?"

"On top of...a battlecruiser." The walker driver answered, sounding a little bewildered. "Us and Kraken. The Lynxes, they're gone sir."

"Fuck." The commander spat out, "Direct sensors to my screen."

With a press of a button, the Davronian looked to the screen in front of him. The two sphinxes, the pride of the GADF's armed forces, were now perched on top of a massive Imperial Battlecruiser, their claws dug into the composite armor, too heavy to simply fall off.

"...well chit." Gress swore, looking around the cabin. Slowly, everyone had made it back to their stations. Many had received minor injuries, but the Starwolf armor had saved them from anything worse. Still, Gress needed more information. "Spartan! What's our hull look like?"

"Sir, other than heavy stress on the forward legs, we came out of this pretty well. Shields are holding, and we've diverted as much power away from the Ion cannon as we can. Kraken is reading much the same."

"Hallelujah." Gress smiled. "Gunners! Status on all batteries?!"

"Hammer One Fully Operational!"

"Hammer Two Ready!"

"Hammer Three, ready to rock!"

"Thunderer is down one barrel. Duracrete sheared off our right barrel, but the left is still functional!"

"Sir!" Radar called out. "Incoming message from the Supreme Commander on short range!"

"This is Supreme Command von Sorenn, all squadrons, priority target, focus fire on that Battlecruiser. Target its engines and bring it back down, I don't want it leaving the atmosphere. Deploy the Starfighter Squadrons to cover the approach for our Bombers to take out any surface weapons and shields. If they want that vessel, we're going to make them work for the karking thing."
Gress did what he always did. Despite the mild concussion, he took out a fresh cigar, and took a drag.

"Radar, hook me up to short range comms."

"Copy sir. You're on the air!"

<This is Lieutenant Colonel Gress D'ran to Supereme Commander Von Sorenn, from Sphinx Walker Cerberus. Watch your fire. We're perched on top of the port side of this damn battlecruiser. We're gonna make a play for the shield generators, try and take them out from on top of the damn thing. Clear a path for us if you can. Whatever point defense and small batteries they have will make this trip a hell of a lot harder if they start firing on us.>

Gress let go of the button on his mic, before looking to Radar once more. "Tell the Kraken to start pushing towards the forward shield generator. Relay with Krayt, we'll hit this thing with a full ion barrage. If we can take the shields down, the whole thing is gonna be a womprat waiting to get nailed."

"Aye sir!"

"And gunners! All batteries are weapons free! I want every gun on this damn walker firing at whatever targets you deem worthy!"

"AYE SIR!"

And with that, the two walkers, each ten stories tall, opened up. Hammer batteries fired on point defense turrets that were nearby, ball turrets opened up on the hull, firing on anything they could. Even if it was bit by bit, the shields would slowly be brought down by brute force. The turret mounted automatic grenade launchers, designed originally as a defensive measure to ward off boarding parties of Enclave mandos, now opened up relentlessly as a barrage of thermal detonators buffeted the hull.

Slowly, the massive beasts turned, each step digging into the armor as the massive hydraulic claws of the walkers' feet dug into the armor for purchase. The Sphinx was designed to overcome any terrain obstacle, but never this. Instead, this was a test of the walkers' endurance. The moment they could, the Thunderer's left barrel opened fire on what Gress figured could be the shield generator. Imperial ships usually had them mounted on top of the bridge, and even if it didn't hit the generator, a heavy turbolaser to the face would do some damage. It was immediately followed by the Kraken's full battery, three heavy turbolaser rounds firing in the direction of the bridge.

 
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CHANCELLOR’S OFFICE // CORUSCANT
868 ABY // TWO WEEKS AFTER THE GREAT BATTLE OF CORUSCANT


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“Chancellor, we really need to go.”

Aerarii Tithe held up his hand to his senior chief of staff as he poured over the datapad. The Aargauun smelled credits, and minor trivialities such as his opening address to the Senate would get in the way.

The proposal had been hidden in the bottom of his daily briefing, Tithe’s staff knowing the document would distract his attention from his new role. As Vice Chancellor, it had been permissible for Tithe to involve himself in party politics, but as the newly elevated Chancellor, he was expected to rise above that and act in the best interests of the Alliance.

His staff and elected peers were in for a disappointing few years.

The proposal was ambitious—a consortium of companies wanted to redevelop the area around the Senate building that had been devastated during the recent attack by the Brotherhood of the Maw. The sheer scale of the project required the Chancellor's approval, and while he would typically delegate such mundane matters to the Senate Committee on Infrastructure, a financial record on the data pad had caught his eye.

The construction company had donated a multimillion credit to Tithe’s Corporatist Party last week and was ready to make similar monthly donations if the project went ahead.

Tithe would later tell his peers that he had spent hours studying the proposal and weighing up its benefits, looking out the window at the devastated city-scape of Coruscant and thinking only of the unhoused millions. He would say he had been moved by the legacy the project would bring, how it would help rebuild lives and mend the scars of the carnage waged by the Sith’ari Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis . He would lie and claim this was an opportunity to unite the Alliance around a common good and show the forces of evil that the Core stood strong.

In reality, Tithe added a note requesting that the political donations be doubled, and approved the construction project without a second thought.

Contemporary historians would dedicate years to studying this decision and its implications on Coruscanti housing policy, its impacts during the Dark Empire’s invasion of Coruscant, and its marker as the start of the most corrupt period of Galactic Alliance politics.

For Tithe, it was a Taungsday.

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901 ABY // PRESENT DAY

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Tithe was three steps from striking down Ariana when he was thrown off his feet.

Operation Eclipse was underway. While Tithe was not privy to the exact details, whatever was happening to the Senate building was bigger than the explosives he had helped plant in its basement levels. Regardless, one thing was clear—the legislature was coming down around them.

Ariana hurried toward her office, their fight forgotten. Tithe darted across the Empress Tetan chamber and smashed open a display case with his ceremonial mace. He carefully extracted an exquisite cape that had once belonged to Seto du Couteau Seto du Couteau and rolled it into a bundle.

Not waiting for Ariana, Tithe hurried out into the hallway and a scene of destruction. The once immaculate corridor was littered with rubble, and walls and floor continued to shake as the building came apart. A single green-armoured hand protruding from a nearby pile of rubble, explained why the Storm Rangers had not come to his aid.

“Qualified audit opinion!” Tithe exclaimed, an obscene Aargauun curse. Clutching Seto’s cape, he turned and hurried down the hallway, dodging falling debris.

The Imperial Treasurer barrelled down the corridors of the Senate, relying on muscle memory for years as the Chancellor to guide his way through the chaos. He turned a corner near the Skako delegation chambers and was hurrying toward the nearest exit when the floor opened up beneath him.

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"DUCHESS"
"Revenant Twelve"

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



As far as briefings went, this one was fairly straightforward and serviceable. Flight Officer Vitalis frowned thoughtfully and nodded. Go out there and blow that thing up. She liked the simplicity. She downed the rest of her coffee, wincing a little at the mouthful of grounds she had to swallow before pitching the cup into a trash receptacle. She reported back to the flight coordinator, who introduced her to her gunner, one Maxim Coppores. The pair shook hands and then set about to locate their craft, arrested only briefly by BB-10R2, who came to send her off..

:// WELL WISHES: BEST OF LUCK, FLIGHT OFFICER VITALIS. REMINDER: I HAVE A PACK OF FOXFIELD GOLD CIGARETTES IN MY STORAGE COMPARTMENT. FOR AFTER.

A ritual, ingrained in the robot by her cousin Pierce Fortan III and his best friend, Roderik von Brinkerhoff, that he had carried through with her. The idea being that if they didn't contemplate a scenario where the duo didn't make it through in tact, it couldn't be so.

If only.

"Take care of yourself, Bartoo," Reima said, kneeling down to rest her hand on his head. She briefly adjusted a bent antenna. "Make yourself useful if you can, all right? I'll see you soon."

:// ACKNOWLEDGMENT: BB-10R2 WILL REPORT TO FLIGHT COORDINATOR. FLIGHT OFFICER VITALIS SHOULD LOOK AFTER HERSELF.

With an apprehensive twitter, Bartoo wheeled off. Reima hauled herself to her feet and looked over to her assigned ship.

The Aether GS-01 was a hell of a craft. A gunship that flew like a fighter but had the ordnance to tear a capital ship deckplate from deckplate? The X-Wing would always be her home, but she had put plenty of hours into the simulators with the GS-01. Some days, when she wanted to remind herself of her ability, or to impress her commanding officer Wedge Draav Wedge Draav by flying a difficult simulation and returning her craft in serviceable condition, she chose the TX-05-A1. On the days when she wanted to blow off steam, have some fun, and watch things beautifully explode on her sim screen, she chose the GS-01.

It's not a toy, she reminded herself, but then another, smaller voice in the back of her head added: That doesn't mean it's not fun.

"Do me a favor and get our pre-flight going, Coppores," Reima said. "I've got to, ah, hit the head. Back in a jiff."

Five minutes, a handful of painkillers and a couple of the alertness pills starfighter pilots weren't supposed to use but routinely did anyway, a fresh flightsuit and life support vest and helmet later, Reima was hustling up the ladder, trying not to wince at each rung. She'd have to get that sharp pain in her side looked at if she survived this thing.

"How are we looking?" she asked Max as she settled into the pilot's seat.

"Green across the board, Flight Officer," said Max.

"Just call me Reima," she replied. "And I'll call you Max. I'm not used to running with a gunner, so the shorter hand the better, all right?"

"Reima?" Max echoed her, then chuckled. "Not Reima Vitalis? Why aren't you out there in one of those tricked-out Rev X-Wings?"

Reima glanced over her shoulder at him. "I was," she told him dryly. "Long story. Tell you about it over a cocktail when we're done out there."

Max lowered his cockpit canopy and keyed on their comlink channel. "I feel better already," he said, voice crisp over the line.

"Stay sharp," Reima chided him good-naturedly. "I've been shot down once today. I'm not above making it twice."

"Roger that, Fli -- that is, Reima. We'll do our best to avoid it."

The craft was Striker One, its own squadron of one. It was cleared for liftoff from the deckplates of the hangar, and soon zoomed out into the atmosphere. "Get us firing solutions on this vector," Reima told Max, indicating the route she planned to fly, low over the magtrain tracks into the Senate District. "We'll keep it low and tight, but I don't know what the situation will look like by the time we get there, so have solutions ready for a variety of positions, and then when we're close -- you tell me when to pop up."

"Roger," Max said briskly.

 
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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 Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Amelia von Sorenn Kol Ambo
Company Tags: Onrai Onrai
Enemy Tags: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Bo Vuto Bo Vuto Kaine Hamilton Kaine Hamilton
Post #: 5

The Wallflower climbed from beneath the clouds. Rising to meet the group as the chaos above made itself known to the crew aboard the pocket carrier. Another display happened to further confuse and disorient them as the Senate building began to tear itself apart before their eyes.

"Holy chit." An offhand remark from one of the deck hands as they finished retrieving the final armored transport that had managed to limp back to the Wallflower. The bay doors closed with a finality that demanded their alacrity in getting the crew underway for high altitude deployments as helmets and security lines were deployed across the landing bay.

The Hilltop lorded over the small deployment of vessels now as it kept an eye on the skirmish just above them. Reports of the Mecetti fleet in retreat bringing with it worry. Evacuations were still underway, but the enemy now had the potential to be a problem for their small group.

"Mecetti is retreating. As per protocol, we should-" Discipline began to explain as Kalfyr snorted.

"We will remain. Prepare the Upstart, Sledgehammers, and the Hilltop for combat. That battlecruiser is a problem. Keep the Aegis in close proximity to the Dawnbreaker and the rest of the group as we adjust. Deploy marines to the Ballarat to secure the vessel." Kalfyr did not look away from the viewport, staring at the emerging vessel as his hand rose to scratch at his chin. A surprising development in the battle for sure.

But it was a development, not a full stop to the conflict.

His gaze eventually settled on Ballarat once more as the A.I. hologram visibly flinched. Orders sent from a third party nearly making it through the new comm lines that the Queen Artificial Intelligence was overseeing. The streamline of data interrupted by the errant, single use orders that appeared and were held in limbo while Discipline examined the breach. Pulling the first instance of communications to the Droid starfighters to examine the source of the orders alongside the newest set before the issue was brought before the captain.

"Cease fire on the Ballarat. Third party orders have been detected. They have our communication codes." Discipline informed the captain before the projected hologram disappeared. Beginning to peel away the order communication to find the initial source of the copied codes. Stripped away to the bare nothing and revealing the origin, the A.I. engaged in it's own bit of ECM fun as it constructed it's own code in response with a simple message attached to a program to activate upon opening.

The message simply read as - "I see you."

Attempting to pull data from the enemy computer before engaging the bio-hexacrypt systems. The A.I. would pull the communication system back once more, filtering even further access through the integrated security system to check the authenticity of each comm-burst in real time. The source of the code triangulated with previous scans of the planet and the surrounding systems, a droid squadron alerted to the suspicion of an enemy vessel interfering with the fleet and deployed to track down the source of the disruptive orders with haste.

That deployment of Droid Starfighters came from the Hilltop directly, entangled with the Queen Artificial Intelligence as they gathered before engaging their boosted engine systems to clear the space quickly.

All the while the captain was left to make a decision in those scant few seconds of sudden information overload.

<All vessels cease fire on the Ballarat. False Flag operation by the enemy.> Kalfyr grit his teeth as he wondered how the outsiders had gained access to the information network. Which meant the disappearance of the A.I. was likely tied to the same issue. The deployment of the droid starships made him pause, hands flexing at being circumvented by the A.I. in the defense of their vessels.

The surrounding vessels now waited for further orders as the Bootstrap and Ratcatcher sent warnings ahead of time for their arrival. Space cleared inside the Dawnbreaker for the incoming bodies as hangar space was cleared for the large transports. The Breeze and Tailor touching down to begin loading beings in place of the two vessels as the Keeper and Deliverance checked in.

<Affirmative, deploy your support ships and then descend to begin loading as many as you can before returning to the formation>" Kalfyr rubbing his temple now as the four sledgehammer corvettes finally ceased firing upon the Ballarat. A mess of a ship now as two of the larger engines fizzled out. With no doubt further internal systems being knocked out. It was a warning about future attempts to knock out one of their own ships.

A difficult task and one that needed a far swifter solution. His thoughts lingering on the absent A.I. as the armed transports of the Keeper and Deliverance broke away before the two larger vessels slipped out of formation to find suitable landing pads and begin to evacuate those trapped below. The swarms of Droid Starfighters still circling the fleet protectively as the A.I. aboard the Hilltop continued to work.

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The mutterings of the green robed jedi did not sit well with the small being. Carving deep ribbons on the floor in protest of the Jedi Mantra at its feet.

“Not now. Help me.” Her diminutive form spat, the empathic connection a whipping cord that denied access to others. The emotional whiplash that came from that desperate flailing was one of pain, loneliness, isolation, and a deep seated anger that would potentially threaten masters. Glimpses of memories behind those emotions are fleeting. All of them centered around the same little form that dared to stand before Onrai. And all the memories carry with it a sense of loss. A loss of identity, of compassion, of friends. All compounded by a loss of family that lingered in every single snippet of memory that was seen.

The tiny figure was still standing as tall as it could against Onrai while Lossa struggled. Feeling as if she had been sent back in time. The helmet display dark now as the systems tried to integrate into the disarray of her mind. Images floating across the screen in a chaotic blur. Feeling once more like a small child trapped inside the hospital as she tried to push away from the hands around her. Tried to free herself from the mental cage she'd placed on herself. The images of Zaiya and other crew replaced by nurses and doctors that closed in around her.

Her whole body tensed, another rolling wave of pain taking the wind out of her again as she tried to curl around her stomach. Something beneath her shifted as she felt the cold plating of the deck. Tears streamed as the helmet peeled off her head and her eyes stared at something far and away from where they were.

The flecks of light from Zaiya catching her eyes. A wobbly smile appeared as her hand rose as if to grasp at the strands of light. Confusion behind them as she stared. Entranced as the hitch in her breath steadied from the young girl's words. A few hiccups as tears continued to roll down and hit the floor plating. A shout from the communications pit broke through the deluge of noise.

"Hilltop requests a sitrep!" The deck officer that was cradling Lossa's head at first ignoring the hollered command until another pinched him. Eyes wide and trying to process as he glanced back and forth before nodding sharply to himself.

"We need med-evac for Knight Aureus. She's. Labor. Emergency. Call medbay to dispatch a stretcher and whoever they can spare." The man shuddered at the thought of help arriving too late.

Onrai stepped forward until she was before the small being. Declaring her singular word of denial as she began to drain the force essence contained within the image of Lossa's subconscious. The draining of force energy was no doubt an easy one, but the little figure was intent on sending the spirit away quickly. She didn't fight the drain, instead concentrating all of those vile feelings into her tiny hand to form a weapon. A concentration of the remaining feelings in an unseen weapon that she struck out against Onrai with. Intending to gut the false-god with the long handled spear made from, and sharpened by her malevolent feelings.

Even being drained did not completely remove the being or the traces of the dark side. The illusory image eventually faltering and blinking out of existence with one final act of vitriol shared in the form of a single, extended finger from that tiny hand before it became unable to sustain itself.

The communications officer had relayed the deck officers orders, as the crew around them were ordered for immediate return to stations and for engineering crews to begin work on securing their systems and repairing what they could. The Hilltop received the orders, dispatching the Marines in question to secure the vessel as the Deck Officer looked to Denn.

"Get her to the Dawnbreaker. Now!" A handful of crew moved to secure the door as they all began to move without further instructions. Confirmations of what systems were down and what was needed thrown about between the officers. Three crew men coming from beyond the door to help carry Lossa out.

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● Hilltop Queen Artificial Intelligence has isolated enemy order codes.
● Hilltop Queen Artificial Intelligence has sent Droid Starfighters unaffected by the false orders after the source of those false codes.
● All Support Group vessels have ceased fire on the Ballarat, leaving it with two engines knocked out, and several weapons systems currently down.
● Subconscious uses darkshear to attempt to stab/gut Onrai.
● Lossa's subconscious is drained of the energy needed to sustain itself and retreats.
● Med-bay has been alerted and will meet the group taking Lossa with a stretcher.
● Keeper, Deliverance, Breezy, and Tailor are moving to begin loading passengers.​
 
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What could be said about the happenings on the bridge?

It was a confusion of nightmarish images, force-manifestations, exotic attacks from beyond comprehension, and a woman falling into labor. All of it wreathed in pain, rage, and despair.

"No need to wait for a stretcher," Denn declared, using the Force to gently lift her with unseen hands, floating her in the direction of medical help. Even as he did so, he prepared his talents in Force Healing to mend her should complications prove damaging.

It was hard to know what to think about this self-proclaimed God, the manifestation it inspired, the power it drank away. There were more things unfolding here than could be explained or understood in the available time.

But three things were sure.

A life was imperiled, an unborn child in danger, and Denn had to help.

He maintained his power, escorting her to the medbay.



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Not long after the order came in to fire at the Bellarat, a counter-order came to stop the attack.

Yeah, some kind of slicing going on.

It seemed to Kol that some of the droid fighter escorts fell away or moved off.

Those red Tie/mg fighters were still here, though. Hundreds of 'em.

On the ground below, there was a huge eruption, and Kol's eyes went wide as the sensor lit up and relayed the news. Something unsettling was rising through the top layers of Coruscant.

But the danger was not all from that quarter.

Enemy starfighters descended like locusts onto the scene.

Kol adjusted his control stick and picked a target, closing his finger on the firing mechanism.

Laser and Ion cannon blazed towards the enemy, and the sky once more filled with explosions.



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Objective: Evacuate the poor souls forgotten in the lower levels of Coruscant
Allies: Ran Serys Ran Serys
Ally & Ships supplied by: Lossa Aureus Lossa Aureus

Equipment: Talionis

Desperation. Fear. Anger.

Coruscant was permeating with these emotions; Sazo could sense it even as the Chorus Sun entered Coruscant air space, and made it's went into the labyrinth that was the underworld, seldom explored even by the native of the teeming ecumenopolis.

'FOCUS, YOUNGLING', the spirit within Talionis implored, and Sazo was inclined to agree, as the Sun touched down on the platform. This wasn't the time to dwell on what was happening around them; the Alliance could handle the battle above. The people needed them, here and now.
"I know we discussed this earlier but I just want to make sure you know the plan." Ran explained. "We are going to touch down and extend the ramp. There will be a rush. These people will be desperate, and that's okay. We will do our best to keep everyone calm and help them. We will keep families together and make sure children get on unharmed." Ran was hoping the force would be informed by her words, that she would speak these ideas into actuality with its help.

Ran could feel the ship touch down onto the platform. If they were to stick to schedule and give everyone the best chance of survival, they had to lower the loading ramp. The ramp's hydraulic arms hissed and Ran left Sazo with just a few more words. "Beware the gangs of this sector. The Hutt, Kajidii Iyba Tebbic, has united them. She has not left the planet and doesn't seem to want those who live in "her domain" to leave either. She can't fight this. The people want safety and I- we are going to give it to them." The loading ramp descended and they could get a glimpse of the desperation, the relief, the impatience, and the hope in people's eyes. "Am I correct, Sazo?" Ran asked, looking for a confirmation.​


Sazo nodded, "Understood, Master." With that, the ramp was fully extended downwards, and the crowd rushed to meet them. Sazo quickly lost track of her Master in the teeming masses, but did what she could to direct them, putting an emphasis on getting the women, children, and families onboard first. She was also attempting to keep an eye on any would-be troublemakers sent by Trebbic. So far, there wasn't any issues, but-

"...I said, your not going anywhere."

Sazo cut her eyes to the front of the queue. A male Besalisk had somehow inserted his way into the front of the line, and had one of his four hands on the shoulder young Human male with a terrified wife and child watching helplessly. She quickly inserted herself between them. "You need to move, sir", she said politely, but with some iron in her voice. "There is plenty of room, you need to move to the back of the queu-"

"Not here for your queue, baby Jedi", the Besalisk said impatiently, then motioned at the terrified family, his hand now gently grasping the man's neck. "The Most Honorable Daimyo Kajidii Iyba Tebbic, in an act of mercy, provides protection and patronage to all in her domain. This man- like so many others- must pay a small fee for this protection. The Daimyo is offended, that under these trying times, there are those that flee rather then pay this fee. I have come to send a message to all who live under the Daimyo's benevolent umbrella, and attempt to abuse her hospitality."

Sazo's eyes widened as she understood the implications of his message, and she surged forward, but the Besalisk snapped the man's neck effortlessly, and threw his still warm body at Sazo. The panicked crowd became borderline riotous, pushing, screaming, and trampling one another to get within the Chorus Sun. The Hutt's henchmen, getting the signal, began shooting into the crowd indiscriminately.

Sazo gently pushed the man's body off him, drawing Talionis and making space to allow the man's sobbing wife and child to cradle his body. Then she turned angry, wrathful eyes towards the callous Besalisk. His grin widened, drawing four vibro-blades and beckoning the Korun to him.

She obliged him, closing the gap quickly and becoming a blur of motion, with the Besalisk's laughter driving Sazo deeper into the throes of rage.​
 
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Objective: Evacuation Eclipse
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Lossa Aureus Lossa Aureus ! Denn Verdan Denn Verdan
Enemies: Onrai Onrai
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At this moment, the chaos or whatever crazy things were happening within the Force did not matter. What mattered was Lossa and her baby.

If Onrai attempted to get near Lossa, Zaiya was ready to jump in front of her. The glowing Lovalla teen swirled with purposeful intent with the Force. It was almost hard to look at her, the mesmerizing display of her swirling colorful patterns staining her skin in a kaleidoscopic display.

The crew and Denn took to moving Lossa, and the Lovalla gave Lossa's hand a tight, encouraging grip, fighting through the feedback of pain as if Zaiya's stomach was cramping tight.

"Breathe -- In... Out." The teenager told the Zeltron again, peering into rose-colored eyes and a sweaty face once the helm had been taken off.

Thankfully, with the crew's rush, the Knight and Zaiya managed to get the woman out, secure the door, and en route to the Dawnbreaker.

It was a time that she really wished Shan Pavond Shan Pavond could have been here.

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


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Auteme's indifference to his very existence at that moment was perhaps more painful than any wound Creuat had inflicted on the boy. Kyric felt his concentration falter long enough for the pain in his arm to worsen, throbbing to the beat of his accelerated heart. He bit down to avoid crying out and forced the pain away with a shaky breath.

Get up, dammit! We're not going to die like this. Get on your fethin' feet and fight.

Kyric gritted his teeth and swung his mostly numb right arm over the edge of the pod. It thunked against the cool steel, providing a momentary reprieve from the knuckle-clenching plain. The skin fissures ran from his fingertips, down the length of his arm, and disappeared beneath what was left of the armorweave body glove across his torso and abdomen. Blood ran in little rivers through the canyons of his flesh, spilling down onto his neck and face as he struggled to scale the rounded edge of the pod.

And then a stronger arm than Kyric's lifted him from the edge of death. The kiffar's gaze snapped up to the white-haired figure at his side and his mouth fell agape. He tried to speak, only for Bernard to beat him to the punch.

"Rhis."

"It is inevitable, boy," Creuat spoke at first as if Bernard wasn't there at all. "The false sense of peace and freedom this Alliance has wrought will soon be eclipsed by order from the Emperor's will."

The nautolan smirked, then flew through the air toward their pod. It was as if he were seeing an old friend when he met Bernard's icy stare. And then the Jedi Knight thrust his offhand forward and sent Creuat careening into a wall some ten meters away.

Kyric realized at that moment Bernard was even more egregiously wounded than he was. The Arkanian's right arm would have hung limp by his side, if not for the bit of fabric or rope used to keep it locked in place. At least the kiffar could use his.

Chit. I need to step it up here. I can't fail Bernard, too. Kyric couldn't bring himself to look toward Auteme and Darth Solipsis' fight–partially in shame, and partially because of the overwhelming sense of despair that the Sith'ari exuded merely by being there. It was different than anything Kyric could even begin to imagine. He knew then how foolish he'd been to think he would be anything more than a nuisance to the likes of his mother at such a pivotal moment.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Kyric fell into a readied stance, his fingers flexing around the hilt of his blade. I can't catch Fisto alone with this but with Bernard? I can end it in a single go. He inched out to Bernard's bad side and assumed the role of the Sword's hand.

"I'll follow your lead."

And then a deafening shriek silenced all else, or so Kyric thought until several more echoed the first as durasteel gave way to the Eclipse III-Prototype. What was once the domed ceiling split in two to reveal the pitched battle above as debris rained down. Each piece threatened an immediate death at that height and speed, so Kyric did his best to remain at Bernard's side in preparation for their battle.


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The Good: Auteme Auteme | Bernard Bernard | Thalia Senn Thalia Senn
The Bad: Creuat Creuat | Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Veli'ae Ashai Veli'ae Ashai | Sahar Sahar
 
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