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

[Damien Dooku]

LEGACIES OF THE FORCE
CHAPTER II: THE TIES THAT BIND
THEME

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..HIS TRAINING WOULD NOT BE ENOUGH​

Tyrus Vastor had told him before he'd left. The boy's training was far from finished, and if he leapt towards that future of uncertainty delivered via premonition, then Tyrus could not promise the boy that he'd survive.

"I know."​

Damien replied, and the two parted ways with a nod of understanding shared. The coming storm would require Tyrus' presence where it was, whilst Damien's took him towards his mother, and his brother as well. He had a promise to uphold, after all. No matter the uncertainty that came with it, Damien couldn't falter. The fates themselves be damned as far as he was concerned. He was coming for her– for all of them, and he couldn't afford to waste time any longer.

He blazed a trail through the narrow cityscape of Coruscant's skyline, utilizing the natural cover that the endless skyscrapers and habitation blocks provided to his advantage. The Alliance and the Sith were preoccupied with shooting each other down to notice the Jedi Starfighter cutting a tight series of angles just meters off the buildings, or simply too slow to catch up to the breakneck speed that Midnight's engines were currently putting out.

She'd not been put under this much pressure since his run-in with a certain blondie with a penchant for causing trouble, but in hindsight he'd have to thank her. Tansu had reminded him that Midnight wasn't just some vintage antique, but a machine flown through the most dangerous wars of the past century. Damien had to put a bit more faith in her, and perhaps not coddle the starship so much in the times he needed her to perform.

With his eyes shifting down towards a monitor on his screen, Damien flicked up a switch and watched as a single red blip appeared a good ten kilometers precisely to his north. "Sorry, Kyr." He muttered out loud, though it was more reflexive than genuine. He'd gave his brother a hug before the two departed their separate ways down in the undercity, and unbeknownst to the Jedi, his younger brother had stuck a bug to the underside of that beaten up jacket he always had on. It was insurance in the event that he'd lost contact with Kyric or his mother while he was stuck in his training, and given that exact situation had occurred, Damien had no regrets.

A ping appeared on the HUD, several red blips increasing in speed a bit off to his rear. It had broke his tunnel vision away from the quickest path to his brother's location, and he immediately grabbed ahold of the sticks and jigged his wing hard to the right, stabilizing half of his thrusters to hold the entire starfighter at an angle. His body had moved reflexively in response to his intuition tugging at his head like before, though much more precise compared to those one-off moments of the past. The volley of laser cannons firing behind him erupted his peripheral with bright flashes of reddish-orange, but as their shots peppered the air around him, not a single one would reach their intended target.

He was achieving speeds that the TIE fighters simply could not match, and the angle he was keeping Midnight stabilized on made hitting him at long-range a difficult task. Damien was preparing Midnight's internal gyros for the eventual reversal of his orientation, but paused at the last second as the TIE fighters found themselves intercepted by a squadron of X-wings coming at them from up high. His eyes returned to the monitor on his dash, and in response he gunned the engines further into the red than before and braced himself as the g's threatened to crush him with his own weight.

Damien barely maintained control of Midnight as he flew so fast that nearby windows shattered in an instant in his wake, and his bones genuinely felt as if they would splinter if this would last for more than a minute. Damien only needed seconds, though, and he quickly activated Midnight's inertial dampeners once he was only a kilometer away from Kyric's location. He could see what was left of the Senate hall, and the massive vessel rising out from the center of it as well. Large explosions impacted all across the vessel's hull, pox-marking it with scorched stains from the various guns attempting to destroy the ship before it could rise fully into the sky.

He opened up his comms and called out to kyric, but received nothing but static and interference. R4 chimed in as he let out a few expletives in frustration, informing the scoundrel that Midnight's primary comms' antenna had been damaged as a result of the whole gunning the engines and hitting the breaks hard maneuver he'd pulled. The backup still worked, and so he jerked Midnight into a downward trajectory, and dove through the ensuing combat until R4 confirmed they were in range.

"Kyric, where are you?!" Damien called out as soon as the line would open. Before his brother could get out a reply, Damien found himself once more being intercepted by an unoccupied group of TIE's. Bringing his engines three-fourths to max, he descended into a downward spiral that gave his pursuers the worst target possible to try to shoot down. It certainly didn't stop them from trying to land a lucky shot, but their platforms were far from capable of keeping up with the turns and twists that Midnight did with much ease once the safeguards were off.

"I said can you hea– oh for feth's sake!" The line remained open even as Damien whipped Midnight around entirely and unleashed a salvo of missiles that shrieked out towards the trio of TIE fighters struggling to stay on his rear. He didn't even bother to confirm if they hit before Midnight's frame continued on with its momentum, spinning back around until it was facing towards the Senate building once more. The bright flashes to his rear and the disappeared blips on his HUD was all the confirmation he needed, and he descended further down until he could circle the entire scene unfolding from a relatively safe distance.

"Sorry i'm late, brother, but i'm here." The rising tension in his voice lowered as he panned the landscape for any sign of Kyric or his mother. All he could see was chaos unfolding, and the sight of the gargantuan vessel that was slowly arising from the depths of the planet's sublevels.

"..Where's mom?"

Auteme | Kyric | Darth Solipsis | Bernard ​

 

[Onrai]

Objective: Patience
Tags: Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Kol Ambo Lossa Aureus

As Via soaked up the dark essence of Lossa's agonized subconscious, she began to understand more about the horrors of the woman's past. She saw abandonment, the horror of watching an entire hospital's worth of children die and the burden of their suffering drawn to the young empath in question. A desire to help and comfort others, pushed too far through her own consumption of their pain, their troubles. And here it was, all unleashed in question through this particularly violent and tempestuous manifestation.

So it was that Via did something somewhat unusual courtesy of the reinvigoration of power that she now felt, the connection to Lossa's mind a tremendously powerful and potent link in the moment. The false god focused on drawing the pain and suffering out of Lossa - both that stockpiled within her subconscious, and what she was feeling both from the imprint of memories long past as well as from being in labor. Instead, she sought to inject calm, peace, and relaxation into the woman's mind, to make her transit to wherever it was she would have her child a less strenuous and tormented one.

Then she felt it.

The green-skinned woman looked down at the spear of midnight black stabbed into her guts, a last attempt by the malevolent illusory form to strike back against her vanquisher. There was a burst of Dark Side energy as the spear destabilized before she could fully drain the energy of the attack. When the smoky essence cleared, a horrific sight stood before them. Though she still had a portion of the form of Via, most of her face and torso down to her left hip had been shattered, exposing the dark entity of Onrai beneath. Her right eye was half-green as her form had been, and half-irisless, cracks in the edges of emerald flesh that still remained as she watched the party wheel Lossa off the bridge in question. As the door closed behind her, she stepped over to the console, a mangled shadow-hand pressed against it as she sought to discharge her possessing essence into the Ballarat itself.

"To all of you." She pointed at the remaining bridge crew who had stayed on board, her voice a strange transfiguration of Via and her normal form. "This is my ship now. We're going to be taking a little detour." It would not be long before she had poured enough of herself into the crippled vessel to seize control and force the ship to go where she wanted it to go. Arcs of dark energy poured from her exposed form that kept away anyone from immediately pulling her from the ship - which was hardly repaired as it had been before.

Breathe, Lossa. Focus on tranquility.

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

Having received a transmission from one of the Alliance ships, it was promptly ignored and discarded - the receipt itself was evidence enough that the Toxmalb had been identified, and the ship's sensors had pointed out a group of incoming droid starfighters. It was time for the escort to yet be made known. Entering into the battlefield were three squadrons of Maw-class Stealth Fighters, aging craft once made for the Galactic Trade Guild nearly seven decades ago that were built around alternative stealthing technology to a cloaking device. Their suite of non-combative attachments activated, the archaic fighters, flown by veteran pilots, moved to intercept, firing off a fusillade of concussion missiles at the droid starfighters as they began pursuit.

Their use would likely spur future dedicated stealth ship designs in the future of the Dark Empire. Onrai at least would likely craft newer examples.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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With: GADF Soldiers l Thirdas Heavenshield
Fighting: DE Troops l
Objective: HEAD TO THAT SHIP!

TULAN AND THIRDAS ENTER THE FIGHT FROM THE TEMPLE!​

The trek across the battlefield was oddly quiet. It was terrifyingly quiet. The destruction was something Tulan had only read about. He had seen destruction- Tython, planet after planet. But they were battlefields, cities. The entire skyline of Coruscant was on fire, smoke and ash. With the few glimpses of clarity they could get through the dense cloud of smoke and debris- the skyline was mostly gone, for a long while.

He stopped holding his rifle up, and only passed a few Stormtroopers, who were just as lost in the Chaos as they were. Nobody was ready for this. He turned back to Thirdas. Despite being a turncoat from the Sith himself, a well-known fact, Tulan was...

Stunned, to say the least.

"Keep your helmets on and keep moving. We don't have time to slow down."

A wounded Alliance squad, hobbling along- tankers, by the look of it, stopped near their formation. They only looked on in passive interest, exchanging some whispers before they moved on, swallowed up by the dust cloud. Not that Tulan or the team could help them. Thirdas might've wanted to, and he couldn't blame him for wanting to.

But the reality was that they couldn't help them, and stop that ship.

They marched on- intent on getting close enough to the ship to enact their plan. But for it to work, they'd need to be close enough, and have an ace pilot to help them out. Tulan touched his headset, buzzing the Alliance comms- which were scrambled already.

"Th- Commander Kor with the- Defense. Requesting immediate - air support for- transport for special task- tasking. Does anyone copy?"

He removed his hand from the radio, and took a deep breath. Even behind his helmet and armor, the worry began to set in over Tulan. Tulan was rarely rattled- but an entire planet and cityscape being torn apart-

That's something he'd remember.

 

[Thalia Senn]

Sahar

"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?"

Their blades clashed again, vibrant green and sickly orange. Had she failed at bleeding her crystal? Her thoughts turned to Tempest as she fell on the defensive and the kyber she'd bled as a child. The same kyber crystal pulsed, its presence in the Force a warmth against her chest. Thalia smiled then, the Force pushing her through the pain in her eye and the burning in her face.

"That was the failure of the Imperial Knights," she said, "No feeling," their blades cracked, "No true knowledge of the Force. Just. Doctrine." She forced the last two words out through clenched teeth. "But the Force is the ally of the Jedi, not simply a tool. We give," she parried a blow and used the open space to raise her hand from her face. The slag had left a grotesque wound on her face, her socket full of watery eye jelly. She called on the Force and it answered, the lightsaber strapped to her chest flying into her open palm. "And we take."

In one fluid motion, the second blade activated with a Snap-Hiss and fell like a crashing wave in a powerful overhead strike. The thrill of the battle was finally coming to her.

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 collapsed inward, the walls pushing the remaining pods, sending them tumbling towards the both of them.

And then the world thundered. All around her, the building seemed to buck like an angry Orbak. The ceiling caved in, tumbling in huge speeder-sized chunks of permacrete and bronze. She cursed as a boulder large enough to dent a freighter tumbled down towards Sahar.

"Watch out!" she shouted and used the Force to push, sending a wave of energy hurtling towards Sahara in the hopes of pushing her to safety. She didn't get to see the outcome. More levels from above tumbled between them.

"Jedi Senn!" The voice of one of the Senate guards called and she felt her self thrown bodily to the ground. She dropped her two sabers and then all was dark.

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[Prowler II]

Location: SENATE BUILDING
Objective: Cat and Mouse
Enemies: Bernard Kyric Auteme @Thalia Senn
Allies: Sahar Darth Solipsis Creuat
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Delirious, he rolled to his side. The senator's office had been engulfed in flames from the explosion, but details were still too hard to make out. He felt like he saw a dark figure standing amidst the flames, but his head spun terribly. Even if the Sith had survived, he'd be near death's door by now. Nothing could survive a rail charge that close, not with armor as compromised as his had been, to make no mention of the infernal heat now blazing in that room.

Struggling, Bernard pushed himself onto his hands and knees, leaning against the wall for support as he dragged himself slowly up to his full height.

Blood soaked the right side of his tunic, blood dripping where the pieces of glasteel had gotten lodged even deeper. More ran down his face, mixing with grime and dirt kicked up from the explosion. His robes had been singed, filling the air with a toxic smell that Bernard's nostrils barely picked up over the ferric smell of his own blood mixing with sweat.

Bernard took a tentative step, nearly doubling over. He caught himself on the wall and, wincing, took the second step. He had to get away from here, had to get closer to Auteme.

Pieces of rubble clattered to the floor behind him. The roof section had become unstable from the explosion. Pausing, Bernard looked back. If the Sith had somehow managed to survive, perhaps collapsing the roof on top of him would do the rest and take him out for good.

He tapped into what wellspring of the Force he still could and reached out toward the roof. His invisible sense felt around the supports, finding a twisted, coiled section that had been sufficiently weakened and, with one good pull, snapped it. A loud cracking sound came from the section right outside the office, then a second above the door frame, and a third inside the office itself.

Bernard didn't look back to see his work unfold, instead pressing on down the hallway

That hurt.
No pains, burns or sensations of that matter. There was only heat and pressure that imposed itself onto his being. A unwelcome reminder that Explosives and his armor did not mix. Reverberations rocked his core and the heat from the blast and fires was enough to get lost in. Even from the epicenter of the explosion, Prowler was not immune to some of its effects. There he stood nothing more than twisted metal.

Still alive.

The air around the wrecked office shimmered with a tangible chill, a contrast to the blazing heat of the flames. As if an icy wind blew from the very core of the blast, pushing back the inferno, creating a sphere of frigid calm in the midst of the chaos. Those close enough to be near could feel the biting cold radiate. It was a cold that seemed to penetrate the soul. As the inferno raged on, the structural integrity of the Senate office began to falter. Whether the structure was coerced to give way or fell on its own was beyond the Filar-Nitzan now. The ceiling, weakened by the explosion, the relentless assault of the flames, groaned and cracked. Massive chunks of durasteel and permacrete began to break loose, plummeting to the floor with earth-shaking force. The black figure, charred and twisted with metal gazed up before what was once above fell below.

With a deafening crash, the ceiling collapsed, burying the figure under a mountain of debris. For a moment, the room was still, the flames flickering in the sudden silence. But even as the rubble settled, the cold presence remained, undiminished and palpable. Prowler remained. Unharmed by the flames and afflicted with moderate damage across his solidified form. The sensation of foreign objects in his own body was rather alien to him. As a gaseous being this would of never been felt and yet he was not gaseous currently.

Prowlers wrecked and twisted figure waded a way through the massive ceiling debris. His very suit and body seemingly opting out of any sort of interaction on any sort of level. As if he did not exist on the physical place. Feet on solid ground and yet legs, torso and waist phasing pass all obstacles in his path. With a sigh the Filar-Nitzan released his hold over the forces preternatural ways and assumed his natural state. Purple eyes peered through shattered visors and fell to floor and observed the current state of his legs. Black solid material trapped and infused with ultrachrome counter parts. It felt like having weights on him and sounded the same with each step. A scrapping slide that traversed alongside a speckled trail of blood. The Jedi.

" Run Jedi. Run while you can." Prowler growled and pursued slowly and deliberately with a hobbled and hunched gait down the hall.

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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.

"Rhis."

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.

"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."

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.

Ultrachrome plating fell from Prowlers form as he continued. Behind a series of plates and metals trailed shortly next to the trail of blood that followed. Blood of the prey. Giving himself the distance and time needed to muster his reserve energies, Prowler dived deep into himself for the cold core of his own ascension. A place that critized him for being weak and showered him with shame to be better. Lush with emotion and power. Standing in the shadows he absorbed all he could. Standing in ready position before him the jedi multiplied before his eyes. A master and apprentice? Both standing against another fellow member of the Dark Side Elite as well? Even so, a black cladded hand reached up at the chest region of Prowlers suit and yanked off a talisman. A simple relic that instantly revoked its power from the Filar-Nitzan with a surge of force energy. From a solid state of matter and into a gaseous one, Prowler returned and immediately descended flat against the floor. A shadow incarnate wafting against, over and through a obsticle course of debris. From the start the Dark Jedi sought to achieve Sokan against in foe or foe's for the tactical edge but in the end it was not his own doing but by the ignorance of the jedi that brought about Prowlers own plans.

His charge was unhindered.

The very Senate chamber seemed to be falling away. Creuat was prepared for additional combat, Meanwhile the Chancellor and Dark Lord fought directly and midst the chaos Prowler doubted that the Jedi with their injuries would suspect and feel the sudden metaphysical cold that was approaching from behind.

From the shadow of Kyric , The Dark Jedi revealed his cunning & skullduggery in full. All of his training led up to this moment. To strike without hesitation and without compassion. Through the force the Filar-Nitzan commanded the force within him and around him to bend to his will and hone down to a molecular level. The smokey black coloration over his gaseous form shifted to shades of noxious green. The air around Prowler began to react with the new chemical changes he had envisioned and made manifest. Like a toxic cobra rising to consume its prey, so to did Prowler and with preternatural speed. His ambush became a reality. Poising a Xenoboric left arm to bend around from the back of Bernard 's head and grab his face. The Dark Jedi made sure to implement some physical force with a touch of Telekinesis, meanwhile acidic fingers aimed to gouge into the eye socket and pull to the floor to further burn or melt away Bernards features.

" You have failed your friends and very family. You are weak and your courage surmounts to nothing here. It... is.... inevitable..." Prowler started to exclaim words that matched what Creuat produced but the words of the Filar-Nitzans ended with a whisper that seemed to echo or trail off. His actions assaulting Bernard were obvious but two purple eyes within a gaseous skull peered at Kyric .

"You two....are...already....DEAD!"

 

[Nyles Kote]

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Friendly Units:

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

Subvessels

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

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

Subvessels

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

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

Subvessels

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

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

Subvessels

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

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

Subvessels

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

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

Units in Reserve: The entire might of Strill Securities' naval assets. All too far to respond.
Ally Tag(s): Drego Ruus | Minerva Fhirdiad | Zandra Ruus | Syd Celsius | Amelia von Sorenn |Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Protectors and Allies
Enemy Tag(s): Scylla AI | Keilara Kala'myr | Thomas Barran | Arminius Kroeger | DARKCOM | Marlon Sularen | Dark Empire and Allies

Equipment

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

Posted here as well as in Chapter III.

"Copy Sir! This is Cerberus Command Bravo, hailing Nyles Kote Nyles Kote of the Eternal Haven. We've got data packets incoming for you, be advised. Raven data incoming."

"Sensor data incoming," called Gett. "IFF confirms, it's the Alliance armor." The main tactical display updated with the fresh data, without ground troops of their own on the ground, their sensor picture of ground side happenings was not as detailed as it could have been. This changed that. Nyles had to blink a few times to refocus his attention on the contacts that were their immediate concern.

"Pass on my thanks, Gett. Gorse, task what batteries we can spare for additional fire support. Make sure friendlies are clear. No one wants another Rodia. Something tells me the Alliance will be less forgiving," he said snapping off orders. He glanced at the slowly, but surely depleting ammunition stores. It was a target rich environment, that was for sure, but he was starting to wonder if most of them were even worth the cost of the ammunition being used to swat them out of existence.

He had learned over the course of a not so insignificant career however, that most of the time it was best to take a win when you could. You never knew when the galaxy might decide to throw at you next. Watching the ship's ventral quad HAC-03H Heavy Accelerator Cannon turrets and HCDC-02S Heavy Class-D Disruptor Cannon turrets occasionally send fire down at the seemingly endless hordes of hostile infantry below on the main tactical display helped convince him that this remained to be the case here.

"Incoming comms for you, alor," called Gett from the comms station. "Patching it through." Nyles glanced up at the icon in his HUD. He raised his eyebrows reflexively in question on seeing it was Drego. The fact that it was for him either meant that it was was something other than a fire support request or that it was a very special fire support request. The kind a warrior asked another warrior to do for him as a favor, to let his final act be one that the enemy would never forget.

"Drego to Nyles, I got a foundling heading your way. Give the kid a warm welcome."

On letting it play, he was relieved to hear that this wasn't the case. A half smile creaked across his face. Drego Ruus had a foundling? Now this was going to be interesting. "Elek, vod. We'll get them safely on board." A momentary glance at the tactical display and he found the airspeeder with the Mandalorian Protectors IFF on a direct vector to the Morut. He turned to Emri, "Divert a Gar Oya'karur squadron, clear a corridor. You mind if I ask your riduur to meet them in hangar?"

Emri snorted in amusement, "With us doing such a fantastic job, it's not like he's got anything else to do." She then returned her attention to the main tactical display, presumably to direct fighters to escort the airspeeder in. Nyles caught some chatter between Abiika and what he presumed was the squadron currently peeling away from the other fighters the Morut had to deployed to escort the speeder carrying Drego's new foundling ( Zandra Ruus ) in.

Nyles then quickly raised Varan, "Varan, this is Nyles. There's an airspeeder coming in. It's got Drego Ruus 's new foundling on board. Make sure they're accommodated."

"Shab, vod, you've got me playing nursemaid now?" asked Varan, half accusatorily. Something Nyles knew only by virtue of having known Varan as long as he did. Anyone else might rightly suspect that he was about to throw a punch or two in retaliation.

Nyles was about to respond when suddenly alerts began going off across the display. Radiation spike. Seismic activity spike. Energy spike. Movement spike. There was not a single sensor on the Morut that wasn't picking up something massive under the surface and it was only getting closer. The Alliance's linked sensor data was showing the same thing, with the only difference being it was coming from the groundside perspective.

"I'm going to have to get back to you, vod," he said quickly before terminating the connection as something on the tactical display caught his attention. Wanting a better look, he brought up the lower composite optical feed, and that was when he saw it.

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.

The bridge crew of the Morut stood staring at the display for a solid minute before Emri broke the silence, "What in the name of the Manda is that?" No one had an answer for her, but they all likely came to the same conclusion as once it started clearing the surface, the enemy vessel was pretty clearly picked up and distinguished from the debris by the battlenet networked composite sensor suite that fed the main tactical display. "How in haran did they hide that thing under the senate building?"

"I don't shabla know," breathed Nyles, "and at this point I don't shabla care. New priority target, give me a firing solution for all of our guns on that thing. Main battery, load APFSDS, set ion sheathe. All batteries, reorient and engage, mixed load, ion encumbrance and ion detonator, set ion sheathe. Switch ETLs to ion mode. Mixed missile launch, half Tra'ragir-I, half T'barsr-I." As fast as his hands could move, Nyles began issuing orders over the Manda for the Morut's escorts to lock and fire with the same missile spread.

"Incoming comms! General Visz of Alliance High Command," called Gett. Gett wasn't so much asking his permission to patch it through as he was warning him that he was going to patch it through to him. Nyles appreciated him taking the initiative to do so.

<This is General Visz calling Nyles Kote Nyles Kote aboard the Eternal Haven, do you read? I'm sure you can see the damned battlecruiser that came out of the senate. I need every gun you have to blow that thing out of the sky.>

"I had no intention of doing anything else, General. We'll blow it to haran and back, rest assured, just make sure your people aren't in the blast radius," he said before a small collection of Alliance IFFs on top of the vessel caught his attention.

"Alor, we're picking up Alliance IFFs on top of the enemy ship," informed Anni from the main operations station. The unsaid part of her statement, and what the rest of the crew likely wanted to know given this information was what in haran to do.

"Their long-range comms must be down, alor, I can't reach them," said Gett, looking up from his station to him, waiting for what he was going to say.

Nyles tensed. The Morut was in the best position to engage and destroy this thing. There was no guarantee that they could avoid hitting them, but if they didn't engage, there were going to be bigger problems. "Launch a 'Sur'ulur' Recon Probe, full stealth model, see if you can route comms through it. Let him know where we're going to fire. May the force or whatever the shab he believes in be with him now. Tra'cyar mav."

None of them said anything more, instead acknowledgement signals flashed in his HUD as the bridge crew went to work.

Summary

• The Morut receives sensor data from Gress D'ran 's recon drones and uses the data to direct fire at enemy troop concentrations.
• Nyles has a fighter squadron diverted to escort the airspeeder ferrying Zandra Ruus to the Morut in.
• All batteries with a line of sight to the Eclipse III (half the starboard and port, all the ventral and "wing" mounted batteries) open fire.
  
  • Heavy and Super-heavy accelerator cannons firing Ion encumbrance and ion detonator round with ion energy sheathe + heavy and super-heavy Class-D disruptors along with quad heavy energy torpedo launchers firing ion torpedoes are the weapon systems being used.
• The ship tilts forward to engage with the main battery which is firing ion energy sheathed APFSDS rounds.
• The Morut launches 288 assault-grade low visibility ion brilliant missiles with missile deactivation immunity and home on jam at the Eclipse III.
• The Morut launches 288 assault-grade low visibility brilliant cluster missiles with missile deactivation immunity and home on jam at the Eclipse III. Each missile has 20 ion missile submunitions.
• The Morut's eight escort corvettes launch 64 assault-grade low visibility ion brilliant missiles each with missile deactivation immunity and home on jam at the Eclipse III.
• The Morut launches 64 assault-grade low visibility brilliant cluster missiles with missile deactivation immunity and home on jam at the Eclipse III. Each missile has 20 ion missile submunitions.
• The Morut launched a stealth recon probe to try and establish comms with Gress D'ran .

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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

Objective: BATTLESHIP
With: Tulan Kor | GADF
Against: Open | DE

The Ironsides fell in behind Tulan and their Chief, intermingling with the commandos the former had brought for the incredibly dangerous operation that lay ahead. They needed to bring down, take over, or sabotage the battleship that had emerged from beneath the Senate building, devastating the heart of democracy dating back into antiquity. He couldn't say he felt bad about the politicians, fat and corrupt as many of them were.

The chaotic fighting that raged across Coruscant had kicked up vast dust clouds, covering entire city blocks with a perpetual fog through which little light could pierce. Several times did they pass by troopers lost in the dense cloud, sometimes by only a few feet without anyone being the wiser. Thirdas signalled his men to stay their hand each time, for even he could scarcely tell whether they were friend or foe.

"Let me, Gunny," he gave Tulan a tap on the arm as he waved his radio man over. "Cypher, see if you can't slice into a better feed. Inform the Alliance we need a lift from one ballsy pilot." Cain nodded and activated the communications array built into his armour as a plethora of different antennas appeared behind his head. "Commencing scan... clear channel located... patching in now," he reported his progress.

A hopeful Hak'ken, callsign Hurricane, appeared alongside them as they marched. "Chief, I could go back for the Shield Wall! I'll get us there, no problem!" But Thirdas shook his head, shooting down the suggestion. "Not this time, brother. You'll be more useful on the ground alongside the rest of us." The Duros hung his head in disappointment like the ace pilot he was, feeling naked without a ship with which to provide air support. He only ever trusted himself in the pilot seat."Don't worry, this war is far from over. You'll get your chance to prove yourself against their TIEs soon enough," he added with a pat on the back.

"Alliance Control, be advised — In need of immediate pickup for a special operation at the following coordinates. This is a priority message to all available Alliance vessels, I say again..." Cain began hailing different frequencies with varying connection quality.

"Should have a bird arriving any minute now," Thirdas returned to Tulan's side at the head of the elite raiding party. He observed his old CO for a time as they marched, noting a slight dip in his usually proud bearing. It was heartbreaking to see such a decorated veteran visibly shaken. Tulan Kor couldn't break — he was too strong, invincible in the eyes of his former student.

"Hey. Regardless of what awaits us? I'm proud of you, big bro. Know that you made an impact on this brash recruit. I mean that sincerely." There was more he could have said, but he doubted Tulan would've allowed such emotions during a mission.

"Chief, Commander," Cain appeared alongside them. "We've got friendly air incoming."

And not a moment too soon, as the cloud of dust dissipated to reveal the monstrosity of a ship just up ahead.

 

[Creuat]

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

He felt another’s presence entering the fray, but it was too late to properly react when the Force pushed him away from his original vector. Powerful enough to send him flying across the other side of the chambers, but there was enough time influence his landing before coming breaking impact into the wall or a pod. The Nautolan greatly influenced his landing, finding grounding in another pod far away from Kyric and Bernard .

Bernard.

Another face from his past; another Jedi whom he fought alongside in their crusades against the crimson blade of the Sith Empire and later the barbarous Maw. He who nailed his condemnation for the Galaxy to see.

The behemoth continued its ascent, nothing could stop it as more and more of the Senate collapsed. The walls of the Senate Chamber begin crashing down, its hull carried Creuat’s pod as the Dark Jedi balanced himself from toppling over and then dismounting from the pod. The high ceiling of the chambers begin to fall as the walls supporting its high rise were now defunct, unveiling the great skies above with fighters littering about. Creuat stepped aside to avoid falling chunks of debris, then his focus shifted on his original foe with his new companion now tormented by Prowler II . The trio still in their pods.

Using the platform of the hull, supernatural speed was behind each step as the Force coursed around his body and jumped at great heights to reach Kyric’s pod. His lightsaber in hand, the burning red of the blade ignited…

HRRRRAAAAAAAAGH!​

…to then take a slash at Kyric’s face upon landing on the pod with his fellow Dark Side Elite engaged with the Arkanian.

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

CORUSCANT | ATMOSPHERE | DE DESTROYER
OBJECTIVE I | ECLIPSE

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I can't believe this is working. I can't believe this is working! Tansu whispered repeatedly to Chieftain, who chirped reassurances while they slipped into the giant hangar. All steel and shadow, as far as they could see. Rows of TIE fighters and sleek Sith interceptors were lined up in neat formation, their black, gleaming hulls reflecting the artificial light that bathed the entire area. Droids scuttled about on various tasks, their mechanical limbs clicking and whirring as they precisely performed maintenance and logistical operations. Imposing support structures, crisscrossing beams, and gantries stretching endlessly upward towered above the various vessels and machinery, giving the hangar an almost cathedral-like immensity. Overhead, they anticipated the catwalks being manned by troopers—but they were vacant.

That was lucky!

As soon as all this was over (it had to end sometime, right? That's how all these battles worked?) Tansu would tell Kyric all about their infiltrative success— there was no way this could have happened without him!

Her excitement was not private—not with their meld active. She was all tangled up with Talin and Talsin. Talsin somehow balanced them with his healthy fear of reality. However, it wasn't enough to offset the twins, who mirrored one another and fed off one another's excited energy.

And they feasted on shared shock.

Something dark and wrong tremoured through The Force. Without their HUDs connected to Arthur the AI, they could only feel that something was off. And not know what it was. Not know that a ship, oblong and terrible, had killed and destroyed without firing a single shot.

A disembodied voice played through the system, providing instructions to defend Eclipse III.

"Let's move fast."

"The sooner we get the data, the sooner we can get out of here."

Tansu gave a mock salute. She'd done this once before in DE space, with Kyric, and three or four times in the virtual simulator within Hidden Heart. The steps were easy to replicate now. Sneak, slink, check corners, hide. Somehow, in the heat of battle where everyone had something to do, it felt almost easier than either of the other two scenarios.

Three backs pressed against the wall in the hallway, desperate for cover. From Tansu's shoulder, BD gave a low chirp that he could slice through the doorway.

"I know, little guy. You've yet to meeta door ya couldn't open." Her eyes closed, searching the space before they opened the door. Kyric had praised her the last time she did that, so..she kept doing it. "There're people inside. If we open this door, we lose our cover." And this wasn't a simulation. Those people inside were real, livin', breathin' people. Folks who'd submitted sick leave and vacation requests, gone through training, found friendship and love with coworkers. They were real people with real needs.

Needs! She'd used this trick back home on The Chancellor's Guard— why couldn't it work here? She held up a finger to her sister and Talsin, begging them for a moment. They'd feel the way her mind worked and amplify her outreach to the room inside. It was all computers, screens and chairs. No lavatory.

She focused hard, thinking only of waterfalls, water pouring, fountains flowing, faucets gushing –– and in response, a sense of urgency filled the room.

Each communication officer suddenly felt a desperate human ache that needed to be satisfied. After some frantic footsteps around their confines they found themselves awkwardly trapped in their room. Hurriedly and focused only on the swell of their bladder, they rushed open the door and raced down the hallway, darting hard left and out of sight.

Tansu exhaled heavily, slumping, but extended one arm outward to reveal the supposedly freshly empty room. BD chirped happily.

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SIDEQUEST SABER SQUADRON ENJOYERS | Talin Treicolt | Talsin Lota
ENEMIES | OTHERWISE
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[DM Player-Slayer]

TAGS: Marlon Sularen Lossa Aureus Shuklaar Kyrdol Vianca Mecetti Onrai Bo Vuto Kaine Hamilton Amelia von Sorenn

Action Summary:

Spoiler

1. 20 ships pop out of hyperspace, heading to a specific coordinate on the Predator.
2. The Predator is hailed by 1 of the Fugu Frigates with the call sign "Scrap King."
3. 10 Fugu Frigates open fire on the Predator as they approach, unleashing a storm of turbo lasers, cannon fire, and metal spikes.
4. The frigates attempt to drop 10 remote controlled Crab ships onto the Predator.
5. The Crab (Deep space Mining Rigs) ships try to latch onto the Predator's hull, digging in with their claws, legs and drills
6. 2 of the Crab ships target the large exposed main exhausts and engines.

Exterior - Deep Space

The star-filled expanse of space ripples and warps as ten Fugu Frigates burst out of hyperspace, each carrying a cluster of remote-controlled Collector Crabs clinging to their hulls. The frigates dive headfirst into the chaotic battle over Coruscant, targeting the imposing Predator flagship. As they close in, the Fugu Frigates unleash a barrage of turbo laser fire and rapid laser cannon bursts, lighting up the darkness with searing beams. When within striking distance, the frigates fire off a storm of metal spikes, intended on piercing through the enemy defenses.

In a calculated maneuver, the Fugu Frigates approach the Predator flagship, their fish shaped forms weaving through the chaos of the battle field almost as if they had been locked on to a particular homing beacon and knew where they were headed.

With a semblance of haphazard precision, they release the crafty Collector Crabs directly towards and hopefully onto the flagship's hull. The smaller vessels move to scuttle across the surface, their mechanical pincers and legs glinting ominously as they seek out weak points and critical systems. A pair move towards the large exposed engines. The crabs descend from the skies upon the Predator as if it were 'scrumptious rotting fish corpse' at the bottom of an ocean that just sparked a feeding frenzy.

Interior - Lead Fugu Frigate, "Scrap King"

Kip (Chadra-Fan) the Pilot is at the helm, dodging debris and enemy fire with a manic grin plastered on his face. His hands dance over the controls with a practiced ease, steering a Fugu Frigate Fleet through the chaos with the agility of a seasoned pilot. The bridge of the "Scrap King" is filled with the hum of engines and the crackle of comms chatter, but Kip seems oblivious to the noise, his focus razor-sharp as he directs the several ships from one spot. Oddly- all the ships have the same call sign.

"Looks like we're late to the party! Time to get to work, folks!" Kip shouts over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief. The thrill of the battle and the challenge of navigating through the deadly field seem to fuel his energy, making his grin even wider. His enthusiasm is infectious, stirring the crew into action as they embark for the intense mission ahead.

Grax Tolwin (Ugnaught) - Communications Officer

Grax is hunched over the comms console, fiddling with switches and knobs. His fingers fly over the controls as he finally manages to raise the Predator.

"Attention, Predator! This is Grax of the Trash Federation. Do not be alarmed! We're here to collect the scrap, and take out the trash. This service comes at little to no charge!"

The Collector Crabs that had detached from the Fugu Frigates, their mechanical limbs whirring and clanking as they maneuver toward the Agitator-Class Super Heavy Battlecarrier, NIV Predator. They seek to latch onto the Predator's hull with an eager clatter, wildly, setting to work as if delighted to move closer and treat the ship as if it were fresh mineral ladened ground to be mined.


Zane Harlock (Queequeg) - Security Officer leans back in his chair, watching the chaos unfold on the screens with a broad grin.

Fizz (Squib) - Mechanic cackles while monitoring the Crabs' progress, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Let's see how they handle some enforced ventilation!"


The Collector Crabs try to burrow into the Predator's hull with a series of clangs and bangs.

Gibit (Ewok) - Weapons Specialist loads the slug throwers with makeshift ammo from a droid command center—scrap metal and random junk are perfect.

"Time to take out the trash, Ewok style! Fire in the hole!"

The Frigates unleash another barrage of scrap projectiles.

Jek (Jawa) - Chief Supply Officer casually munches on popcorn from one of the various crab ships, offering the box around to his crewmates.

(Specific ships hold surprises )

 

[Talsin Lota]

Friends: Talin Treicolt | Tansu Treicolt
Enemies: The DE | Apparently the automated defense systems of the GE

All of this was pretty much nerve-wrecking but the two sisters seemed to be flowing through it like they were born for it. It was basically an inspiration and he would NEVER ever say this out loud to them. Not that either one of them had to hear it coming out of his mouth. Because his regard for them was basically written all over the connection they were sharing.

It was embarrassing really and it only magnified once Tansu gestured for them to wait.

Wait for what?

He watched curiously as she concentrated. Then he felt the swell in the Force as she focused it on the room. He couldn't quite make out what she was doing specifically... just the imagery and visuals of... water? Waterfalls? Why was Tansu projecting the concept of WATER into the room?

It wasn't like they were in the desert and you could torment parching people with-

A huddle of Imperials stormed out of the room and his eyebrows completely disappeared into his hair as he watched that. "Holy Sith, how did you do that??" Okay, so apparently Talsin wasn't gonna be in awe after all. They quickly filed into the room because a pee break couldn't be taking that long, but even still Tal's anxiety was basically gone.

Burned away by how impressed he was.

"That was a room full of people, Tan." He whispered excitedly at the girl while his eyes flickered over all the different data panels. Some of them were locked down, but a few were left open because of the sheer swiftness the Imperials had departed.

"My turn, I guess? Make sure I don't get jumped, please..."

As Talsin stepped up towards one of the computers he hesitated. Head tilted to the side as brows furrowed. Something felt... really off. Fear. Where was that coming from? it wasn't his fear...

 

[Bernard]

Coruscant, Senate Building
The broken remains of the Senate atop the Eclipse III
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Fellow actors on stage: Prowler II Kyric Creuat
Related to the storyline: Auteme Darth Solipsis as well as Sahar Thalia Senn

SWORD OF THE JEDI

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Kyric's hand sent a clarifying pain through his shoulder, an electric sensation not unlike a circuit finally closing. His broken being settled down, finding an off-center place of grounding for the thoughts racing through his head between himself and the Padawan.

"I'll follow your lead."

Bernard nodded without turning, eyes locked on Rhis' ragdolled form. The traitor crashed into rubble, but it was clear that wasn't the end of him. Together, as one blade, Kyric and Bernard could face down the Dark Jedi even as the world around them shattered into broken rubble.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

= = = = =

[ Incinerator ]​

A freezing shadow appeared at the outermost edge of Bernard's vision. His eyes had barely moved to focus it when half his vision disappeared.

Crepuscular tendrils melted through his eyelids. The words echoing in the wind never reached his ears.

Bernard's knees buckled and bent. He fell, screaming into the burning skies above, and clutched the left side of his face.

HRAAAGH

It burned. Caustic fire, burning deep. Burning deeper.

Half of the world ceased to be.

He screamed again, guttural and from deep within his lungs.

AAARRRKGH

Molten rock poured into his face. Debilitating pain pulsed through every nerve. The muscles in his arms and legs seized, going taut beyond their limits. His spine bent backward. His right arm ripped through bandages and struck his face with a bloody, wet crack. Both hands clutched at his eye.

Burning needles forced themselves deeper into his flesh. A corrosive death sentence aimed directly at the core of his consciousness, wrapped in the cold embrace of shadows.

Suddenly, that cold snapped to new lows. The blood around his hands froze to crystals. A thin sheet of frost expanded over his hands and right-side face. Temperatures continued dropping. The freezing point had long been abandoned for greater depths.

Thin strands of mist escaped from beneath his hands, still tightly holding his face.

He doubled over forwards, facing the ground on his knees.

The burning corrosion disappeared. But the pain remained. A freezing fire took its place.

He screamed again, curled and on his knees, into his chest, into nothing.

GRRAAAAAH

The cold expanded. Frost crept along the hems of his sleeves. The blood crystallized in his robes and glinted under the red-orange sun of the war above. Beneath him, the metal began to shine as ice slowly formed on its surface. Mist pearled off his robes as the very air began to go so cold the nitrogen froze to dust.

The cold knew no mercy. Everything it caught succumbed, froze, and perished in time.

 

[Pal Veda]

ECLIPSE
On board the NIV Predator
Hangar 15
Objective — Stay alive long enough to finish the mission!
GA Allies: Jasper Kai'el Braze
DE Enemies: Marlon Sularen Castor E-196 Abraxas Colt
Chaos Bringer: DM Player-Slayer


Before Veda had a chance to connect with the two Jedi, the NIV Predator took a hit, causing Veda to stumble, almost losing his footing. "What . . . ?" But it wasn't a hit from a missile or ordinary ordinance from another ship. This was different. The noise that followed cleared up — and added to — some of the confusion. Are they drilling into the ship? And who even is "they"? This wasn't in any Alliance playbook he was aware of. He didn't even know the Alliance had those types of ships in its arsenal. Of course they don't, dummy. "Oh no." Collector crabs. Junkers.

No time to wait to see what the Jedi were here for. Veda's window was closing much faster than he had anticipated. He wondered if his contact knew this was coming or whether this was just blind luck. "BB, come with me!" Veda took off sprinting toward the control room in the corner of the hangar, dodging pieces of scaffolding that fell from the ceiling, having been loosened by the barrage of thermal detonators and deflected laser blasts and finally dislodged completely by the fresh attack on the hull of the ship. He skidded to a stop at the sliding door, not surprised to find it locked. Sularen was considered a tactical genius. He would have locked down everything when he withdrew his commandos from the hangar.

"BB, can you open this?" Beep boop! The droid plugged into the control panel outside the door and went to work. After about fifteen seconds, another Beep boop!

"Alright, then get back. This is going to be loud." As the BB unit rolled away from the locked door, Veda reached into his bag and pulled out a small detonator. The Jedi aren't the only ones with bombs. He hit the activator button, jammed the explosive against the bottom corner of the door, and ran like hell. He leapt over some scattered cargo crates and ducked next to the astromech, putting his fingers in his ears.

BOOM! The explosion echoed through the hangar. Veda peaked over the crates and watched the smoke clear. The door was still standing . . . for a moment. Then with a creak, it fell forward, landing with a loud CLANG! on the hangar floor. "Take notes, BB," he smirked to his droid. "If you can't unlock the door, just remove it. Now let's try this again."

The pair made their way back to the empty control room and assessed the situation. "Plug in and see if you can get a layout of this ship. We need to find a computer connected to the central system. This one is going to be firewalled off, especially since they abandoned the hangar to us." The sounds of grinding steel coming from outside the ship slowly grew louder as Veda waited on his spherical partner to download the layout. Beep boop! Confirmation they were good to go.

"Alright, let's see it." BB projected a hologram displaying part of the ship's internal layout. "I need to see all of it, not just some of it!" Beep boop! "Of course. Okay, we'll work with what we've got." Veda studied the map, tracing from the door on the opposite side of the control room, through the ship's interior, down corridors, to a specific spot the droid had marked on the hologram. He then closed his eyes and thought back to the chaos that had transpired when he first landed in the hangar. He tried to picture which entrances the soldiers had entered from and, more importantly, which ones they returned through when they exited. He didn't recall any coming or going through this control room.

Veda brought the carbine up to aim at the door on the other side of the room. "Okay, BB, when I say go, open that passage." He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and paused. Why am I standing here like an idiot? He kicked over the durasteel table in front of him and crouched behind it, resetting his aim at the door. "Okay . . . Now!"

And . . . nothing happened.

"BB, open the door!" Beep boop! Beep boop! "Curse it, 'now,' 'go,' there ain't no magic word, just open the damn door!" Beep boop!

And here we go.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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With: GADF Soldiers l Thirdas Heavenshield l Reima Vitalis
Fighting: DE Troops l
Objective: HEAD TO THAT SHIP!

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Tulan raised his eyebrows and gave a nod of appreciation at one of Thirdas' Commandos when they patched up the radio signal for them. While the radio operator was performing their duty, Tulan was busy. Quite busy, with a sick idea- and a desperate one at that. Tulan breathed deeply, yanking out the tow line out of a fallen Alliance Cougar tank.

He used his wrist-mounted blade to cut the line, and tied off a hook, a roughly three foot wide loop at the end.

He looked over to Thirdas and the rest, and clipped in first with his belt-mounted grappling hook. He stood up first, and nudged his head to the team.

"Everyone clip on. We're going for a ride."

While everyone was quietly clipping in, Tulan explained... the somewhat idea of a plan he had.

"We let any of these flyboys or the navy boys uptop blow this thing, that thing takes millions of people with it, and does damage to Coruscant we can't even think of on the way down, and in the explosion. Boys, girls, heroes and all-"

He looked up at the sky, pointing after his head came back down to face everyone.

"We get that thing up in the atmosphere, or die trying. That thing cannot go down here. We don't have good comms with the rest of the Alliance right now. No one is coming, it's up to us."

He looked around, taking a deep breath.

"Seize the bridge. Take no prisoners. Everyone is a threat on that ship. If they'll cut through a city, they'll stab you in the back."

He looked up in the sky, holding the loop... waiting for the ship to pass over them at just the right level. He hoped they got a good pilot. He then looked over at Thirdas, who was nearly a straight foot and a half taller than he was. He handed him the loop, shaking his head.

"Shutup."

He said, before Thirdas could say anything else. He motioned for everyone to face outward and take security positions, while they waited for their Alliance Hotshot pilot to wring them up.... or send them tumbling to their doom. Either way, he wasn't going to not at least try.

 

[Ran Serys]

Objective: Evacuate the poor souls forgotten in the lower levels of Coruscant
Allies: Sazo Vass​

All it took was a finger and a trigger and the desperate crowd was frenzied. Blaster bolts loosed and everything Ran wanted for the operation went up in flames. The first innocents injured were blasted by Hutt Henchmen, and the next were trampled as the remaining crowd tried to flee blaster fire. The crew of the Chorus Sun attempted to wrangle and instruct any excess passengers to wait for the next shuttle, while simultaneously keeping them all out of harm's way.

Ran used her jedi senses to get the location of the most still members of the crowd. They would be the ones firing blasters. She amplified her speed, but didn't draw her lightsaber; the crowd was too concentrated around her to swing the jedi weapon. Instead, she weaved through the crowd. She threaded the needle through traffic and confusion until she had a good vantage point of the mass of people. With a near three hundred and sixty degree view, she had all henchmen save for those engaging Sazo in sight. With a violent gesture of her hand she ripped the blasters from their hands using the force and sent the energy weapons off the landing area, and further down into the depths of the underworld.

Brave bystanders and heroic crewmen set themselves against the newly unarmed gangsters. They did their best to restrain the half they could. The other half was Ran and Sazo's duty. Ran continued through the crowd at full speed. She employed what she knew of Teräs Käsi to her full ability. Incapacitating several hutt gangsters was both easier and harder than it seemed, but Ran would succeed. With each and every gunman dispatched, the crowd began to calm until they regained their wits. Some watched the Jedi blur make its way through the crowd. Others tended to their families, their effects, and their own well beings.

Once the crowd's moods stabilized and Ran dropped her speed, she could feel Sazo through the force. She could feel her rage. Then she could see the young woman. Locked blade on blades with the Henchmen contingent's leader. He was not of the same caliber as the goons in his party. He smelled of skill, experience and death, or at least that was what Ran's instincts told her. Can Sazo handle this fight? Ran questioned. I need to reach her. Protect her. Even if she succeeds with this rage, it would still be a loss, a setback. Ran thought.

She took a step forward and the crowd began to part. Her lightsaber ignited. Its white blade waved through the air. More lowly gangsters intercepted just to have daggers and knives carved through like butter. The unlucky ones lost hands or digits. She had almost reached the fight when she could feel the heat on her back, then a twinge of pain. She collapsed as the force of the blaster bolt hit her shoulder. A hole was incinerated into her synth leathers and a patch of skin burned. Ran rolled, turned her attention to her attacker and deflected the next volley of blaster bolts.

"Tebbic!" Ran yelled as she recognized the Hutt. Her frustration began to buid.

"Noah man-tah, Jedai Poodoo! Chuba du naga killie mee Toba?" Tebbic questioned.

"This isn't for your entertainment. This is for the preservation of life." Ran replied as she centered herself.

"O stuka." The Hutt interjected. "Crispo, Jedai." The Hutt motioned to Sazo and her man.

Ran turned to watch her Padawan but remained alert for another attack from Tebbic or her agents.

"Don't let your rage control you, Sazo!" Ran tried to probe through Sazo's feelings. "Calm your mind and give in to the force. Let it guide your actions, as Jedi to blade. Be its tool and vessel. Bring balance to the force and yourself." She hoped she could get through to her padawan, before Sazo did something she'd regret.

 

[Kyric]

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

​

A faint beeping sounded below Kyric's field of vision. He looked down, slightly shocked to see a portion of his father's jacket had survived Creuat's force destruction. More importantly, the tracking FOB the kiffar most certainly did not know was there stole his attention from an even worse problem. The kind that slithered in on winds unseen.

"Kyric, where are you?!" Damien's voice cut through the groan of metal directly into the commlink lodged in his brother's ear.

That split-second distraction cost Bernard his right eye.

Kyric pivoted toward Bernard. He watched the Arkanian's eye disappear beneath a torrent of telekinetic might. Acid bubbled within the socket, melting everything together into a horrific amalgam of reds, greens, and browns.

Creuat screeched his malign battle cry and launched himself across the surface of the Eclipse III-Prototype just as Kyric stepped after the hidden attacker. The Jedi Knight couldn't even see the nautolan's approach behind the thick layer of dried blood caked over his right eye. Trying to pivot back, the boy found himself momentarily tripped up by the overwhelming danger on all sides. His left hand fell to the trigger-sheath, but he couldn't even bring the weapon to bear.

White-hot pain exploded across the entire right side of his face an instance after the crimson saber flashed into his vision.

"Feth!" Kyric howled. "Arrgh!"

Kyric's earlier pains paled in comparison as scarlet blood and liquified flesh splattered against his boots. Stumbling back, the kiffar avoided a falling chunk of durasteel entirely by chance. The agony shook the boy to his very core. Tears streamed down the left side of his face. He thought he heard Damien's voice a second time, but the gut-twisting pain nearly tore his breakfast out and onto the floor alongside what used to be his eyeball. In a bid to make space, Kyric thrust his hand out toward Creuat as Bernard did.

What Kyric hoped to be an incredibly awesome display of telekinetic power turned out to be a few small pieces of debris rather pathetically flying nowhere near the fallen Jedi.

The growing heat in and around him began to give way as the frigid heart of Bernard summoned the tempestuous winds of his homeworld into what was once the beating heart of democracy. Kyric's blood began to freeze against his slagged socket, numbing the scorching pain enough for the boy to make out Damien's last com.

"Sorry I'm late, brother, but I'm here."

The ice grew closer, so the kiffar slowly moved away, keeping only a few inches ahead of the Arkanian's might.

"Ma has my dad's lightsaber," Kyric explained quickly, his commlink transmitting everything to Midnight. "Trust your instinct, Damien. You find the Sword, you'll find her!"

Kyric turned his left side to face Creuat as he spoke, and fell into a back stance. The Jedi Knight detached the sheath from his belt, blade still latched firmly into the device. Weaker than at any other point in years, the kiffar knew he couldn't hope to beat Creuat alone. He had to endure long enough for Bernard to finish their surprise attacker.

The Good: Auteme | Bernard | Damien Dooku | Thalia Senn
The Bad: Creuat | Darth Solipsis | Prowler II | Sahar

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Dracken paced in the small drop hangar of the Corellian corvette Swordbreaker. The battle raged above and below, his Corellian fleet fighting alongside the 10th Alliance starfleet. His thoughts were with his crew, but his mind was elsewhere entirely.

"Auteme," he whispered, his voice echoing in the relative silence. His pilots all watched him, tools and instruments in hand, as they did their best to pretend that they were working. He hated the way they looked at him. To them, he was a fossil, a piece of Corellian and Alliance history, a war hero. How many times did someone else have to save him though? The Jedi, the Defense Force. His gaze shifted over to the pair of black-clad Darksaber troopers.

"I'll be back. I need some air," he said in a tone that brooked no argument. Some garbled sound came from one of the Darksabers, the one on the left sighed and stomped after him. Pryce smiled behind his bushy mustache and walked down the ramp into the open air of Coruscant. The sky was on fire. Starfighters and capital ships blasting away in the atmostphere. A starfighter screamed overhead, an Alliance X-wing, as it tried to outfly a pair of Imperial interceptors. Green laser polts turned it into a ball of fire and slag. He saw the canopy burst before the vessel exploded, the gravshute deploying and carrying the pilot off to safety in the tumultuous winds. Someone had damaged Coruscant's weather control system and it showed. Winds this strong were uncommon on the planet. It blew his long hair around his face, obscuring his view.

He felt them. He wasn't like his son. His grasp of the Force had come from decades of strenuous study and meditation and all he had been granted was the vague sense of the Force. Still an accomplishment for one who started so old. But it brought him no pride now as he felt the battle going on inside the senate building. He looked on the domed building from one of its larger landing pads, hoping to the Force that some of his strength reached their chancellor as she fought a battle that she must win.

His eyes were pinched shut, the world dead to him as he focused what little ability he had. Then the earth cracked beneath them. Corsucant had trillions of people. The senate had known this, the Jedi had known this, but the harsh calculus of war was known to them all. Not everyone could escape Coruscant before war came to its gilded towers. He felt those unfortunates now, dying by the thousands, their lives snuffed out in the Force as the senate building crumbled before his very eyes and a dark shape began to rise. It took him a moment before he realized he was sliding, his ship was sliding, into the skyscrapers below.

"Dichaat!" the garbled voice said. A black gauntleted hand grasped his arm and yanked him back, throwing him bodily back towards the Swordbreaker's ramp. The platform crumbled like over baked clay, the Darksaber trooper falling, falling. Dracken jumped, and grabbed the man's wrist, another set of hands grabbing his feet. Something pulled and Dracken and his Darksaber tumbled back into the hangar. Something cracked against his skull and all went dark.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Evac Support Group
Dawnbreaker	%96/%100
Aegis	%97/%100
Hilltop Droid Starfighters(16)	%99/%100
Deliverance Armed Transports(12)	%93/%100
Keeper Armed Transports(12)	%97/%100
Ballarat	%54/%97
Duchess Droid Starfighters(96)	%99/%100
Lightning Droid Starfighters(96)	%98/%100
Upstart	%96/%100
Wallflower Armed Transports(41/48)	%88/%93
Sharp	%96/%100
Castle	%93/%100
Dainty	%82/%96
Valorous	%84/%97
Defiant	%97/%100
Cutter	%98/%100
Talon	%96/%100
Jackal	%99/%100
Ratcatcher	%97/%100
Bootstrap	%98/%100
Breezy	%96/%100
Tailor	%98/%100

Objective: Evacuation
Location: Coruscant System
Equipment: Wayward Samaritan Full Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Exiting: Ballarat
Allied Tags: Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti Amelia von Sorenn Kol Ambo
Company Tag: Onrai
Chaos Tag: DM Player-Slayer
Enemy Tags: Marlon Sularen Bo Vuto Kaine Hamilton
Post #: 6

The A.I.'s voice floated in proximity to Kalfyr, his eyes never moving as the situation began to unfold.

"Ballarat XO is calling for medical evacuation for Knight Aureus. She has gone into labor." Discipline informed him. The deck quieting at the news as a pained sigh escaped Kalfyr. He'd been informed that the Jedi's family had advised against her presence. And had been fairly warned of her capacity for belligerent behavior.

But this firmly earned the young woman a visit from him if they made it out of this mess.

"Feth." His hand moving to pinch the bridge of his nose, feeling the warning signs of a headache forming.

"Additionally. An enemy presence is aboard the command deck, and remains there." A scowl forming at the news that put his last order on its head. Growing increasingly tired of circling around the same problematic vessel in their formation, he began to form a new order. A thought silencing him as he gazed at the tac-display and squinted.

A smile forming as he nodded.

"Engage tractor systems and capture Ballarat. Drag it with us. Have Defiant and Talon adjust and climb to our starboard side and bury their fething nose in it before engaging their boost functions. Spin us round." Confusion painted every face as the orders continued with a growing smile on Kalfyr's face.

"Cutter and Jackal will move to the port and starboard forward keel on Ballarat and do the same. Keeping their climb parallel to the Hilltop as we move to engage that group hounding Mecetti. Aim for the big pretty one." Eyes continued to stare as everyone tried to make sense of the orders before a sharp click of his tongue broke the stupor that held his crew.

"Well? Make it so!" He hollered, a hand waving back and forth expectantly. A flurry of orders flooded the channels, both external and internal as the Repulsor-Tractors engaged and snapped in place over Ballarat to keep it firmly intact.

The Defiant and Talon moving in position as the Hilltop bucked against the sudden opposing force. Engines dwindling to a failing sputter before the repulsors chugged to life to assist the sudden starboard engine burn aided by the Corvettes.

A rumbling groan passing through the hull as the A.I. informed Kalfyr how absurd the maneuver was.

The Ballarat would have its forward motion halted as the Cutter and Jackal both slipped into place, burning hard to move out of position before killing their engines and letting gravity drag them down as the atmospheric thrusters assisted their hard turns before each engaged their engine boost systems. Slamming into the nose of Ballarat and beginning to assist the Hilltop in dragging the vessel in a backward climb.

Halfway through the assisted turn, Kalfyr approached the weapons officer.

"Everything pointed at the engine systems of that big lug. Open with the Disruptors and promptly follow with a salvo from the solid rounds before laying it on thick with the rest. Full liberty to the gunners." A nod passing between them as the sensor officer caught his attention.

"Unknown signatures? Oh. Well. Open a hail and see if they want to steer clear of our path." Waving off the officer as a hail was made to the strange vessels attempting to latch onto the Predator.

On the Dawnbreaker, the order to secure Ballarat was scrubbed quickly. Panicked hangar crews trying to clear the half loaded vessels out of the path of incoming Transports as the Bootstrap and Ratcatcher hurried their passengers off.

The swarm of Droid Starfighters beginning to pair off in triplicate with the sudden surge of incoming enemy starfighters as a lead ship designated itself from each triple pairing.

The lead allowing itself to be overtaken to keep a TIE on its tail and engaging the agility function of its engines. It's assigned droid wingmen feeding it vectors of attack from the pursuing TIE to aid in its evasive maneuvers while the wing-droid attempted to take it down with the single cannon it carried.

Long strings of red bolts tearing across the sky like a wayward sky-banner.

The Castle and Sharp engaging their defensive perimeter as the Duchess and Lightning kept adjusting their Magnetron Sweeps, attempting to skew the targetting systems of the incoming enemies. The Upstart slowing to center itself in the sudden vacuum left by Ballarat being pulled by the Hilltop into a forced climb. Moving to turn while in protective cover as the Aegis sent a transmission to the Hilltop for orders.

Receiving orders to hold until the Hilltop began it's attack. The turbolasers priming as it's defensive systems assisted in fending off the incoming starfighters.

Finishing it's maneuver, the Hilltop began to climb as the Defiant and Talon peeled away and moved in unison. It's weapons angling to affix themselves on the Predator as the Hilltop climbed. The firing angles not yet showing a positive lock as the Hilltop began to angle its nose until the targetting computers gave a proper solution.

The Shield Disruptor Cannons let loose and announced the beginning of the impromptu assault. Both shots aimed at the engines of the Predator before the Heavy Turbolasers and Hypervelocity Cannons followed promptly behind the initial volley. The Aegis, still in lockstep with the Support Group let its own Thunderer Turbolasers roar to join the volley. It's bolts streaking across the sky to slowly join the outbound volley.

The Single Squadron of Droid Starfighters attempting to deal with the interfering vessel burned hard for their target until a warning lock came across the collective processing system. The A.I. aboard the Hilltop advising their maneuvers atop their own decision making protocols as they cut their engines, engaged their energy bombelt generator and discharged a scattered volley of high energy bomblets. Going dark and shutting off active scanning systems.

Their ion trail suddenly halting as they
attempted to disrupt target lock as they barreled along under inertia alone. The A.I. extrapolated information from the initial scan, waiting for the feedback from their spontaneous maneuver.

-Ballarat Command Deck-​

"Transmission received but-" The communications officer began after the door closed, the lingering dark presence drawing their attention as the whole of the ship suddenly lurched. A report from the engineers informing them of no changes with the engines.

Crew all across the ship tossed as equipment fell from its place and a few unlucky souls were struck by the sudden change in momentum.

"Feth." The deck officer pulled himself together, cutting a line to the communications officer. "Scrap and slap."

A nod passing between them as the internal comms began sounding a klaxon.

"All hands! SCUTTLE THE SHIP! I REPEAT SCUTTLE THE SHIP AND EVAC-" The comm line cut as the systems came under Onrai's control. Those still assembled on the Bridge glancing at one another as a handful ran for the back wall, peeling open a panel and drawing out assault rifles and beginning to open fire on Onrai's mangled form.

Others didn't wait for the heavier weapons, concealed blasters produced and quickly fired to disrupt whatever she was doing in a desperate last stand.

-Across the Ballarat-​

Crews as various stations finding the nearest available tool or weapon in proximity before starting to tear into the nearest system they could get at. The reactor room a flurry of activity as the engineers began working to sabotage the engine systems. Fuel lines initially being cut before a better idea floated across the hands at work.

The medical staff met Zaiya Ceti and Denn Verdan in the hall as the ship lurched and the broadcast to scuttle the ship was made. The stretcher fixed as they ushered Denn to place her atop it. One carrying an IV bag trying to keep pace while another tried to clip a Sensor onto her finger, peeling off the armored glove and finally finding skin.

"We need to get off this ship. You came in on your own?" The lead nurse pointed the question at Denn as they moved down the halls in a charge towards the Hangar rather than the med-bay.

Lossa's empathic connection to Zaiya was weak, but no longer in chaotic turmoil as her breathing slowly began to even out. The darkness that had surrounded her ebbed away, leaving a faint light behind it like a weak flame. Hand grasping as if searching for something as her eyes stared beyond the ceiling panels that passed by overhead.

A strange calm encompassing her mind.

​

Action Report -
● Ballarat is being pulled along via Tractor-Repulsors on the Hilltop.
● Defiant, Talon, Cutter, and Talon are aiding the Hilltop in a turn, and keeping Ballarat inside the Tractor-Repulsor.
● Crew of the Ballarat are actively sabotaging the ship while the command crew engage Onrai with Blaster weapons.
● Droid starfighters closer to the surface have paired into triple groupings in fashion similar to Thach Weave.
● Single Squadron Droid Starfighters are attempting to evade missile strike by going dark and flooding the area with High Ion signature energy bomblets.
● Hilltop and Aegis are engaging the NIV Predator​

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

CORUSCANT | ATMOSPHERE | DE DESTROYER
OBJECTIVE I | ECLIPSE

​

"That was a room full of people, Tan."

The last time she'd tried something like that, nobody'd ha been around to witness her victory. Talin and Talsin would feel how proud she was of herself. She blushed.

"I know!!! Toldja we were made for this and you should quit worryin'" Tansu smiled up at him—the wide, dimpled kind. "And c'mon, give you and Lin a little credit — we did that."

The initial connection had been easy — she already had empathy for the fact that this was a career or a job for most people in uniform. It's not like they were Sith walking around with the Darkside. They were just imperials. Orders might have been The only things separating them from the Galactic Alliance's personnel. Or maybe even location circumstance; they'd been born to planets devoted to the Sith'ari, and the only way they could escape was working in a control room on a Dark Empire ship — at least for a couple of years — then moving far far away. With that bridge, folding in the support and focus from Tal and Tal made it easier than herdin' cattle.

Now they were inside, and she had no idea what to do with herself. Starfighters and engines she understood, but computers? Less so. BD hopped from her shoulders onto a console, assessing the locked down panels that Talsin paused at.

"My turn, I guess? Make sure I don't get jumped, please..."

"Mhmm. Think you could try an' see if there's anything stored about that Eclipse III mentioned over the Pee-Ay?"

Everything in the room was a screen. Tansu hunched over one labelled with the same descriptor she'd seen embossed on the corridor they'd just travelled through, designating herself as a watchdog. The uniformed imperials they'd seen darting from the room didn't appear on any of the motion-heavy displays. She hmmm'd thoughtfully.

"Whaddya reckon their water houses are like on this cayuse? Y'think they got stalls or single occupancy?"

Even with their shared connection, the silence indicated that neither of the Tals could truly understand what she was getting at. She looked up from the screen to meet blank stares. Her brows furrowed, and she gestured vaguely.

"Y'know, for how long we have? If they got stalls, they're whizzin' in-n-out. Single occupancy means a line-up. There were like four of 'em."

Something unfamiliar travelled through their bond. It was faint, but it felt like fear. Tansu blinked. With both their backs toward her, she couldn't tell which of her companions the foreign sensation originated from. She didn't know either of them to have ever felt the way that unnatural cold felt.

Hm.

"Are we okay?" She asked, but before anyone could answer, a movement in the screen recording the hall caught her attention. A gasp hiccupped out. "BD, can you buy us some time? Keep it subtle?"

::On it!::

In the meantime, she checked for some way out other than the way they'd come in.

"Okay, Shiny, countdowns on."

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SIDEQUEST SABER SQUADRON ENJOYERS | Talsin Lota | Talin Treicolt
ENEMIES | OTHERWISE
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[Ariana Du Couteau]

Ariana Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta ,Jedi Padawan
Location: Coruscant, Senate Building
Action: Survive, Rescue and Escape. . .
Cape

Ariana closed her eyes to calm her senses and with a quick nod, a surge of confidence infused her as she quickly ran towards the balcony of the office. Her eyes scanned to see how far away she was to the bottom floor before she blinked, and blinked again and again. She blinked another time to make sure and Ariana couldn’t believe the situation. How did they build ship down there?

With her surge of confidence dwindling she quickly ran back inside to avoid falling to what appeared an endless void below. The young Du Couteau heiress couldn’t even imagine an orbital bombardment doing this much damage to Coruscant. She dodged forward as another large piece of the roof crashed downwards. More cracks and fissures growing all around her convinced Ariana that there was hardly time to consider anything but escape presently.

I’ll mourn the loss when I find the time. . .

But where did that man go? Her eyes darted around and finally noticed a distant familiar figure running down the Senate Halls. Ariana imbued her body with the Force to aid her chase after the former Chancellor Tithe. While the Force allowed her to move at what could best be described as terrifying; with how much the Senate Building was crumbling it took great effort to just keep her target in her sight.

“St-” Ariana began to yell but the moment she blinked the man ahead simply disappeared. Her second blink led her to lose sight of the floor beneath her feet, and the third blink found her father’s old friend once more.

The floor had crumbled and the roof above appeared even less likely to hold, Ariana’s eyes darted around to find someplace relatively safe. I settle for slightly unstable and a few visible cracks on the floor.

Ariana stretched out her left hand towards the falling former-Chancellor and with a Force tug she pulled the man closer to her. Size matters not, nor height, nor mass. Ariana had plenty of confidence in the Force, but what she intended to do next she had less than minimum enthusiasm in her own body.

With a determined look Ariana slammed her mechanical right hand into the wall next to her to slow herself and her presumably thankful passenger. Sparks and small screeching sounds emitted whenever she kept trying to get her mechanical hand stuck to the wall, each time her shoulder protested the violent nature of every attempt. Finally with the next attempt Ariana caught herself and through gritted teeth she cried in pain as she felt it ready to be ripped off.

Ariana calmed her mind, making sure the Force connected holding Tithe from his continuous fall was not weakened. Okay, you got time to look around. Her eyes darted around her before finally seeing what appeared stable for the moment, it was impossible for her to tell what section of the Senate Building she was at but she hardly cared for the detail presently.

Carefully she raised her left hand and guided Aerarii Tithe onto the steady section of floor, she paused for a moment to see if the floor appeared stable enough to hold the man’s weight. With a weary sigh of relief Ariana braced herself and swung forward and landed on the floor as gently as possible. The Force was a great tool, but it didn’t exactly make her any lighter nor made the Senate Building any less dangerous for her to travel through.

The young Du Couteau heiress turned her attention back to the man she had saved, “-Was that your big plan all along?! Crashing this building down with no survivors?” Her eyes narrowed at the bundle of cloth Tithe was holding. An almost primordial rage infused her words, as if her very DNA felt offended. “-H-hey! There is a five point folding technique you need to do instead of just bundling it all together like some third-rate restaurant table cloth! Are you some forth rate-”

Ariana only stopped because the floor began to shake again and her mind refocused back to the matter at hand. Survival. Calm down Ari. Calm. Down.

“A-anyways, do you have an exit plan?” Pursuing judgment or justice was a luxury currently.
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|| Aerarii Tithe ||​