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

[Darth Solipsis]

Chapter One: Eclipse

The Galactic Alliance has long been preparing for this inevitable scenario, a planetary invasion of the Galactic Capital, formerly the seat of the Alliance government. The Dark Empire meticulously enacts it's multi faceted siege with relentless drive and ambition. Arriving just outside the edge of the system, tripping the early warning system developed by Naboo, they approached with a multi-directional assault, targeting for the weakest spots in the planetary shields. Then began the prodding, the bombardment which gave the GADF time to amass their forces and prepare as to not be spread thin. The two naval forces clashed, but alas it was too late.

Eventually the formidable and expertly crafted shield generator would give in.

The Imperial Starfleet clashes with the Galactic Alliance Defense Force! The Empire have breached the shield generator and their navy has poured into the atmosphere, the Alliance in anticipation for this inevitable moment engages them above the skyscrapers of Coruacant. Engage in high-stakes low atmosphere dogfights above the spires of Coruscant, fleeting, and intensive boarding actions against enemy vessels. In Medias Res.

• Pilot your starfighters through the dense cityscape, engaging enemy forces in aerial combat. Use the urban environment to your advantage, employing hit-and-run tactics and evading pursuers among the towers.
• Board enemy capital ships and secure key points within their structure. Sabotage critical systems to cripple their fleet's capabilities, or lead the charge as a powerful star destroyer and fleet to your hearts content.
• Beware! A slumbering giant will soon awaken that surely would upset the balance.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

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

Objective: Evacuation - Eclipse
Location: Coruscant System
Equipment: Wayward Samaritan Full Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Aboard: Ballarat
Allied Tags: Zaiya Ceti Ran Serys Sazo Vass Vianca Mecetti
Company Tags: Onrai Lady Falentra
Enemy Tags: Marlon Sularen Electra-12
Post #: 1

Briana had gone ahead of her this time. Touching down on the planet to rendezvous with those remaining at the jedi temple to finalize whatever plans they had going on.

The stream of Transport Shuttles had never stopped from her side of helping Coruscant. But it felt a pale comparison to what Briana was doing on the ground. If she had listened to her cousin after returning from the Unblessed capture, she might have been there beside her or doing something more than going over reports from the ongoing effort by the Transport Captains making round trips in shifts.

Having organized them and worked to get their clearances to even operate in such a situation, Lossa had finally managed to get the system streamlined for check-ins and reports to filter to the ship that had begun to linger in orbit to observe her efforts. Now though, she could make sure she was backing up her captains and the Alliance fleet that stood for the Coruscant populace more directly and with some ability to provide firepower. The issue now was that she was still stuck doing much the same as she had done under Romi's instruction with Jakku.

Relying on patience once more to see her task finished. So lost in her thoughts about the bitter exchange between herself and Briana before arriving here that she had almost forgotten what was happening around her. That her guest had asked her a question even.

The tac-display blipped in rapid succession once more, the entire setting before her a mingling of organized chaos and open air comm-messages trying to coordinate evacuation efforts. They had already been present long enough now that the efforts to thin out the numbers caught in the pending conflict were a frantic last ditch effort to gather those left on the lower levels. Which was a mighty task given the extensive build up of the planet's ever growing number of residents.

"Incoming hails Ma'am." The local coordinating radio officers still on the ground had sent their harried warnings, and asked once more for their IFF signals to check. Once more removed from the link only to be tied into the local systems again, the transmissions cutting out before returning in a seemingly endless loop. The silence was once again broken by a flood of messages, the non-encrypted messages for help now swallowed whole by the ones they had been listening to prior to the refresh of their clearances. All of those voices sought aid in some way while getting lost in the background of hurried messages for reinforcements along with callouts to update the current situation taking place.

A string of messages flung skyward in vain hope as titans clashed to dominate the system above the planet. Playing a vicious game of tug of war for control over the golden seat of the Galactic Alliance using the lives of so many as pawns. To shift the border back and forth to try and claim one more hill from the other. Just for another section of the map to fall and a desperate effort made to reclaim it. Finding the two in an endless loop of react, shift, and attack. The communications officers glanced back at her with a mix of apprehension and urgency. They'd lingered long enough already, and it had only been mere minutes of trying to process and orient themselves.

This was a three ring circus that was quickly losing control of the animals on display. An officer cleared their throat as Lossa took a deep breath to steady her thoughts. Meditation to focus her mind was out of the question for now as she stepped forward and looked between the viewport and the tactical display to the far wall.

She had arrived with a new contingent of evacuation ships to bolster the civilian ones Naboo had sent prior. This time able to fend off whatever tried to harass the escaping vessels with their passengers.

"The Duchess and Lightning are to remain at the rear of the formation until needed. Each will launch a squadron of drones and use them to aid the Sharp and Castle in case of enemy starfighters. Keep the Sledge Corvettes flanking the Duchess and Lightning for the time being as we move. The Sharp and Castle centered on each flank respectively." The Officers giving her their undivided attention as she strode past the tactical display to look over the situation better. The viewport was handy, but between the lights and the distorted perceptions, there were details she would miss. "All vessels are to check your vectors as we move. Full power to bow and starboard shields to the support group. Spin up weapons system but do not engage. The Ballarat will now be the designated C.P. until all passenger vessels are clear. Again, unless you are taking direct fire, do not engage and limit your outbound."

Each officer stood by as she mulled on her plan of action. Every vessel had begun preparing its systems to her specifications. Readouts for weapons systems and shields showed up beside the friendly designators on the tactical display as she watched each vessel before letting her eyes settle over Coruscant directly. The largest problem for her now was how to get the people to safety without abandoning them.

"Awaiting orders, Knight Aureus." A reminder to the urgency needed as she let her eyes scan across the display.

"The Wallflower will move into Coruscant's atmosphere, flanked by the Dainty and Valorous." Stepping back from the display to allow the officers her full attention. The crew moved with purpose around her on the command deck as they settled in front of their duty stations and began patching in their own channels of communications. "Once the Wallflower has secured itself in the atmosphere it will deploy the armed transports and begin loitering while the Dainty and Valorous return to help the super seventy-fives down to the surface. The two will linger and provide support however possible once every designated vessel has made it into atmo. Orders will update as needed. Make it happen."

Sharp nods ended the conversation as they dispersed to deliver instructions and begin the plan of action among the rescue vessels. With the orders delivered, she watched the Dainty and Valorous positions themselves on either side of the Wallflower. The Pocket Carrier switched their engine systems to boost mode as the rear of the vessel lit up in the dark of space and began to churn forward. The Dainty and Valorous easily kept pace with the Wallflower as it broke away and began to move toward the planet.

"The Deliverance, Keeper, and Hilltop have not arrived yet Ma'am." Another officer informed her, giving her pause in the mental hoops she was already jumping through to ensure this operation went as smoothly as possible.

"Do we have their jump trajectory?" The officer once more nodded in response as she clicked her tongue and thought. Watching the tactical display update with the jump coordinate information being plugged in. Further away than she had hoped, but without data to provide the three vessels prior to the jump, it was as close as they had been willing to risk. "The Ballarat and the Upstart will move to a covering position to put some armor between the battle and the Deliverance. The support group will follow."

There was a silence as the officer waited for her to dispense the rest of the orders.

The information she had on the rest of the vessels under her current command were much smaller than the majority of those surrounding the planet. And severely undergunned to make a significant difference in aiding their allies. The best they had was the Upstart and Ballarat, but both were providing cover to the staging area for their evacuation efforts. An unwillingness to throw away the lives of those on board just to put on a display the willingness of at least herself, if not Naboo, to aid the Galactic Alliance was a waste of resources.

And wasting time wasn't much of a help either as the vessels began to correct their nav-plots and chatter between the groups picked up. Their encryption modules in full swing while the Duchess dropped a Sensor beacon in place before they moved away from their location.

She watched a burning wreckage slip away from the ongoing space battle, directing the Duchess and Lightning to remain in covered positions for the time being and an update on their starfighter squadrons. The Wallflower reported back over the communication channel as they moved away that the path was clear for the time being, with the Dainty and Valorous beginning to move aggressively.

The rest of the remaining vessels shifted slowly, turning at a forty-five to the ongoing battle around the planet and engaging their engines to meet the planned trajectory of their final few relief vessels.

"Don't let me down." Lossa finally mused to herself as the communications officers aboard began to screen calls for aid as the first of their relief vessels began to close in on the planet.

The Dawnbreaker lumbered into view, centering itself among their ranks as they moved while it tied into their comm systems. Having her comms officer open a direct channel to the relief vessel. A small hand sign that she was speaking after she had centered herself in the command deck to speak.

<Welcome to the party, Dawnbreaker. This is Knight Aureus aboard the Ballarat; I'll be directing and coordinating ground relief efforts from here as I am able along with updating any ground forces with requests. Update on your current available space for incoming civilians?> Her voice carried with clear purpose as the Dawnbreaker tapped the line back.

<Copy loud and clear Ballarat. We are currently at twelve percent of our capacity for incoming. Have you deployed vessels for rescue efforts?>

A glance to her officers was met with a round of thumbs up as the Wallflowers position on the tac-display showed it moving forward towards the planet.

<Affirmative Dawnbreaker. Efforts have begun. Will update when the passengers are headed this way.> She closed the line as another line buzzed for her attention as another officer filled her in.

The Dawnbreaker made for a large target among their ranks, and was easy to move around, but the concerns were mounting around Lossa about how viable it was to keep the vessel in their midst as it weathered a barrage of incoming fire.

The Aegis Care Cruiser hailed them, adjusting it's course as it appeared on the tac-display when it drew near enough to register on their focused display over the support groups current assets and the lane they were making to the planet below.

<Aegis, welcome to you as well. Status?> Lossa spoke quickly as the officers around her worked to compile a datapad of the functionality of the Cruiser that had hailed them.

<Ballarat, this is the Aegis. We'll be moving to the front of your formation to provide protection and covering fire. Inform us of any deviations from your current plotted trajectory and we will adjust accordingly.>

<Copy that Aegis. We are currently on route to cover the jump coordinates of another incoming group of evacuation support vessels. Move to the coordinates we will provide you and we will adjust to cover the next sortie of evac shuttles from our group.> She relayed her adjusted plan as the officers around her worked to correct their own plotted course to bring them closer to the planet as the Aegis messaged back.

<Copy that Ballarat. Call signs and clearances?> A look to the comms officer saw the man beginning to transmit the appropriate information to the Cruiser that headed away from them and further from the battle.

<Information received. We will rendezvous with the incoming vessels in your stead. Tread carefully Ballarat. Desperate enemies make desperate choices.> A grin appearing on her otherwise serious expression at the gesture.

<Confirmed Aegis. Will update if anything happens. Evac Support Group out.> The final transmission to the Aegis as she sighed and let her shoulders sag. Her head falling to her chest, hand resting on her stomach briefly as she turned to the padawan that had come aboard.

“Sorry. You wanted to ask something? Her ruby colored eyes settling on the padawan that had come aboard.

 

[Auteme]

Darth Solipsis​

"It's a beautiful city, is it not? It's incredible that it's survived everything that it has been through. One can't help but admire the resolve of our people. Sith-Imperial Star Destroyers once hung low over this Plaza, and many of these structures have burned to the ground twice over. Yet, despite it all, here we are again, willing to fight for our freedom. I often find myself wondering how many terrible men have stood in this very spot, looking out across these very buildings. I wonder what they thought about while doing so; whether they were ignorant or aware of the consequences of their actions on these people."

For some reason, it didn’t hurt as bad this time.

The halls of the Senate Building were empty. While some had resisted their move to Fondor, few would resist an order to evacuate into one of the many bunkers and safe zones in the levels below. Those Sith-Imperial Star Destroyers descended upon Coruscant once more – and for a thousand meters around, she was the only one allowed to watch.

The Senator of Epoch’s office was not as grand as the Chancellor’s, but the view was still respectable. Sitting in that same chair, she could see out to the edges of the Senate Plaza, watching warships wear each other down, trading turbolaser fire between skyscrapers. The last time, she had been facing inward; focused on him, as he cut down Master Morteg, clashed with Lucien and Romi. Only when the very roof of the Senate Building was torn off was she made aware of the destruction he’d wrought. They’d wrought.

In the engulfing silence of the massive, vacant building, she could hear his approach from a mile away. Not that she needed to – the thread that bound them was nigh unbreakable. She could feel his every move, every step closer. They had been bound together by circumstance, by hope, even. The trust she had put in Kaigann Fossk had been monumental. His betrayal had left the Alliance in shambles, and her to pick up the pieces.

For a while, it had been laid to rest. But with a vengeance it had returned, and that strand of fate drew them inextricably together-

No. Ryv had fate. She had something else. The thread of iron that bound them was something she had created, demanded of the very galaxy. She forged it in the fires of her pain, her grief, her agonizing, all-consuming, terrifying-

Her nails bit a little too deep into her palms. She tensed, then relaxed, cynically going through the Jedi breathing techniques she had learned all those years ago.

When he entered she did not turn to look at him – he was the same as he had been all those years ago, that pale, vile creature residing in human form. It was she that had changed; grown older, wiser, stronger. But not wise enough to leave this. No, the real test was of her strength.

”I knew you’d come,” she said. “You want this as bad as I do.”

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Aboard: Ballarat
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x
Allies: Galactice Alliance Lossa Aureus
Enemies: ???

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Hours Earlier...
On a recorded holovideo on a portable holoarray for Aris Noble set aside for him on top of a small box.

[ So-o... I intended to give these to you earlier, but the right time never came up. ]

The holorecording would reveal the flushed and embarrassed Lovalla teen, glowing in abashed embarrassment, coral tinting the mottled spots and stripes over her face. She played with her multicolored hair with an anxious, awkward tangle of fingers, seeming to stare and look anywhere but forward for a moment as she revved herself up to continue, bright, vibrant yellow painting a courageous swash over her skin.

[ In the box you'll find three things. Well, it will look like two things, but they are really three things. I've connected one of the aural dampeners to the helm earpiece already so you should be able to slip them both on.... oh, sorry getting ahead of myself. I know that you have issues with super loud noises or anything really bright with your eyes because of your hyper senses. So-o.... it took a bit but I managed to make you these cybernetic inserts that you can loop around your ears and they will self mold and size into loops just outside your ear channel. They will automatically filter out any soundwaves of concussive forces that would be too harmful to your ears. But you can also mute them or use music with them if you like.]

The holorecording will show Zaiya glancing up to look at the individual watching her.

[ The other earpiece connected to one of the aural dampers is actually a helm of sorts... or eyeglasses if you like. By sending a series of taps, you can activate it to become a helm over your face or just use them as glasses. They'll be able to filter out any harmful lights and the like. Plus, if you need to, you can activate thermal or UV view if you want to use them. It will feel weird, but it will automatically form up over your eyes and face, but it's better than having a helmet on all the time -- haha...]

Awkward, flustered laugh.

[ Anywho... it can filter out toxins, protect you from sudden changes in pressure, and serve as an emergency backup supply, but please, that part is only for an emergency. You only have a few minutes. I made it so that I can continue putting improvements on it as I get better making things... so-o.... hope you like them.]

A deep breath lifted Zaiya's shoulders, sparking a bit of confidence back into her expression. While the color recording wouldn't fully note the kaleidoscopic display of color hues and bioluminescence reflecting off her skin, her warm and bright smile was enough to convey the rest.

[ Be safe, Aris. I'll be helping with evacuations up in space, but if you need anything ... just let me know. I'll figure out something. I'll see you later! ]

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Aboard: Ballarat
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x
Objective: Evacuation Eclipse
Allies: Galactice Alliance | Lossa Aureus
Enemies: ???
Present time

It was odd being here in space. Not that it was a bad thing, just getting used to the idea that this was actually happening. Coruscant under attack.

Not only that, but a distinct sensation made her skin seem to crawl; the Lovalla teenager was sensitive to the differences between the Light and Dark side of the force. When so many of their attackers were able to wield the Darkside of the Force on the planet itself, it was hard even for Zaiya to not be able to pick up on the nuances of their corrupted nature.

Yet all was not lost, for as much as Zaiya felt the icy chill of the Dark from below and surrounding the space, she also felt the warmth of the Light surrounding them. Large, great auras that seemed to inch along each other, entangled to and fro slowly.

She'd have continued to contemplate it all, worried about the circumstances and how her friends were doing. Were Braze , and Loomi safe? What about Astri Elyse , Colette , and Vera Noble ? Did Aris Noble manage to get her gifts for him on time? So many things would crash and wiggle in her mind that it took a moment before she registered that Lossa Aureus turned to her to ask a question.

“Sorry. You wanted to ask something?

Oh!

Flushing a bright coral and goldtinted glow once more, Zaiya gave an abashed apologetic half smile, "Sorry... got lost in my thoughts." She bit her lip and rocked back and forth on her heels. Shan Pavond had told Zaiya that she would be safe with Lossa and to help the pregnant woman with whatever she'd need. As a medic, he was focused on helping those that would need assistance immediately, and it was evident that Zaiya wasn't prepared to be thrust upon something of this magnitude.

While originally confused, as the Lovalla teen was able to observe and spend time with Lossa, she was more intrigued by the Zeltron. Not to mention, she was heavily pregnant. Zaiya now considered it her mission to keep Lossa and her baby safe!

Babies were blessings, after all, and it was important to keep them safe.

"Oh well... so, as I was saying," Zaiya began, peering through the viewport at the scene unfolding before looking up at Lossa. From her five-foot stature compared to the Zeltron, Lossa was just slightly taller than Aris, so Zaiya still had to tilt her head back up.

It was an important question, really, and since Lossa was pregnant with a baby, she would surely know, right?!

"How do you know if a boy likes you?" Oh, perhaps that needs clarification. Colette had told her before, "Not love, but like, love love." No wait. Now Zaiya was confused again, the contemplative burnished ambers replaced by soft dove greys.".... or is it like likes?"

The differences between other culture's courtships were weird. It was so much easier when someone's emotions were displayed in glowing colorful holobillboard presentation on their faces than guessing what was what.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant
Tags: Braze , Marlon Sularen

Lux Ultima
​

The day had finally come. Jasper had known it would. Dark Empire ships were jumping into the orbit of Coruscant, sending the entirety of the Galactic Alliance into a frenzy to respond. No planet in the entirety of the galaxy had the history this place had, nor as many lives that could be lost. Trillions hung in the balance... this was to be a battle that defined civilization for a millenia.

Jasper hated that he was at the forefront.

They looked to people like him for leadership, foolish as it was. Jasper was a hero in the eyes of many, a young Jedi disconnected from the perceived tradition of the order, raised on Coruscant in the underbelly... He had an image to live up to. That pressure was nothing but palpable here more than ever. If he was going to do anything, however, it was ensure that some form of justice was served for those who caused suffering during the era of the Maw.

The cowards who had hidden themselves away. He looked back to Braze as he flew their Epo-1 towards the looming shadow of the Dark Empire's fleet.

"I don't like being judge and jury typically," Jasper admitted to his student. "Frankly, I don't much like being an executioner either... but..."

When it came to Marlon Sularen?

"Today I'm killing a man."

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

SENATE BUILDING // CORUSCANT
Ariana Du Couteau

Aerarii Tithe used to rule the halls of the Senate building on Coruscant.

Now, he stalked them as an enemy.

His political adversaries would argue that Tithe had always harboured a disdain for the Senate. The credits-driven Aargauun had shown promise during his early tenure as a Senator and later Vice Chancellor - always seeking to amass wealth, but also contributing to the unity of the Alliance. However, his rise to Chancellorship had signalled a drastic shift in his leadership. Without the strong hand of Adhira Chandra to provide oversight, Tithe had made no attempt to hide the fact that his legislative agenda was crafted solely to benefit the corporatists. He had brazenly indulged in corruption and insider trading, thereby earning the dubious distinction of being the most reviled of the Alliance’s four Chancellors.

Today, his attack on democracy would be much more direct.

Gaining entry to the expansive legislature had been simple enough. Tithe knew all manner of quiet service corridors and unmonitored entries through which he had snuck unscrupulous political donors and illicit indulgencies to bribe senior officials. The Imperial Treasurer followed in the wake of two Storm Ranger squads, who showed no hesitation to neutralise the few stranglers they encountered who had not fled to Fondor with the rest of the Senate.

The building rocked along with the rest of Coruscant as the Dark Empire pounded the planet’s surface into submission. Countless battles had raged within the walls of the grand building in the decades since the Alliance’s foundation. The lives of countless citizens had been lost through the decisions of their elected representatives. Tithe himself had orchestrated the collapse of even economies in order to line his own pockets. Today, however, the bloodshed would happen within the confines of the Senate.

The small group followed their well-rehearsed route toward the delegation chambers, where senators had once been advised on upcoming bills, entertained guests, and prepared for debates before their retreat to Fondor. Tithe and the green-armoured commandos had already completed their primary objective of planting explosives in key points in the colossal building’s service basement. Operation Eclipse was proceeding just as the Sith’ari Darth Solipsis had designed.

Tithe now had another matter he wished to attend to.

The group wove their way through the corridors of powers, which had once bustled with clerks, messaging droids and lobbyists. Memories flooded back of days and evenings spent meeting with power brokers and standing over errant Senators to ensure they voted in Tithe’s favour. Now, only the occasional blue-armoured Senate Guard remained, their loyalty to the institution of democracy knowing no bounds. Their lives were forfeited to defend the building their masters had long forsaken.

The two Storm Ranger squads paused at the end of the hallway under a sign directing visitors to the chambers of the Empress Tetan senate delegation.

Tithe signalled them to hold their position and proceeded down the corridor alone.

 

[Vianca Mecetti]

The House Mecetti Defense Fleet deployed to Coruscant

Spoiler

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

Victory Class Destroyers
MHGN Legend <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Bloodborn <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Lineage <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Magnificent <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Awesome <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Royal <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Prominence <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Prince <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Ascension <-- Lost in prior battle against the Dark Empire
MHGN Brightblade <-- Lost in prior battle against the Dark Empire

Raider Class Corvettes
MHGN Martial <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Hero <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Ultimatum <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Brave <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Wolf <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Herald <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Guardian <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Indefatigable <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Warhound <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Storm <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Swift <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Wizard <-- on Security Assignment at Coruscant
MHGN Reaver <-- Destroyed in prior action against the Dark Empire
MHGN Seeker <-- Destroyed in prior action against the Dark Empire

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"Are we transmitting? Yes?"

An elder voice came over the com channel between the House Mecetti Fleet's Coruscant detachment and the Evac group which Lossa Aureus commanded.

There was some confused noise in the background, then, "What's her title? Is she an Admiral?"

Another pause as hushed voices were barely discernible in the distance.

"Never mind!"

A woman could be heard clearing her voice.

"This is Lady Mecetti of the Mecetti House Guard Naval Defense Fleet stationed at Coruscant. I am transmitting to the Commander of the Evacuation fleet."

Vianca had been unable to properly coordinate with the GA Defense forces, despite the excellent idea of that one General. So she'd thought to find her own use for the House Mecetti ships present at Coruscant.

"I wonder if we might accompany your relief forces as escort? I don't think we have enough vessels to make a big splash out there, but we should be able to put some guns to anyone who tries to interfere with your evacuees."

The voice stopped talking, but noises could still be heard in the background. People working stations. Distant conversations.

"What? Oh, confound it. I know how a Reaper communications console works. But these large Capital ships... this button here? No? This one?"

The communication finally cut off, leaving only silence on the line between the two flotillas.

---

Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti Ran Serys Sazo Vass Onrai Lady Falentra Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera
Marlon Sularen Electra-12

 

[Denn Verdan]

Denn's Inventory

Spoiler

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

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Denn Verdan had been away from Coruscant for some time, helping the Jedi younglings and padawans to get settled on the safe harbor that the Jedi Council had designated for them. Such a role was where he felt most at ease, helping people feel safe and protected. Leading meditation sessions. Doing the gentler work of a Jedi Knight.

But now that time had ended. He had returned just ahead of the enemy, in time to come alongside the evacuation ships commanded by Lossa Aureus . He'd had his pick of assignments during this tumultuous event. He'd chosen to do the job he could feel most at peace with: Accompanying the refugees of Coruscant as they tried to get away from the battle.

There would certainly be Dark Side warriors among the enemy fleets.

There was doubly certain to be boarders.

Only a Jedi could hope to stop a Dark Sider trained for war. So there would need to be Jedi among the refugee fleet. Preferably more than one.

He waited patiently for an awkward transmission from the House Mecetti fleet to conclude before he sent his own message.

"This is Jedi Knight Denn Verdan requesting an approach vector and bay assignment so that I can join the aboard-ship protection detail."

He kept Sparky at a respectable distance until he heard back, not wanting to interfere with extant operations and fleet movements.

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Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti Ran Serys Sazo Vass Onrai Lady Falentra Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera Vianca Mecetti
Marlon Sularen Electra-12

 

[Bo Vuto]

ORBIT ABOVE "THE WORKS" // CORUSCANT
@Any Fleeter who wants to 1v1 or Fighters

The Dark Imperial star destroyer Penitent Reprisal loomed over "The Works" district of Coruscant, its shadow eclipsing skyscrapers and factories. Bo Vuto watched from the observation deck of the bridge, his in-ear com buzzing with the chatter of his communications officers as reports of the battle came in.

"Alliance destroyer down,"

"Where's are fighter support?"

"Shields holding at 80%."

"We've lost one of our starboard batteries!"

The chaos of war. It was a necessary evil should the Dark Empire bring about a new era of peace and order. The Jedi and the Alliance were lauded as heroes. Twenty years they bought with the blood and sweat of their people, but what would they have in 10,000 years? Their Jedi were corrupted and their senate self-serving. Their "prosperity" was not all encompassing, with even those living in the heart of this so-called prosperous nation lived in squalor. He wondered if on a day where the skies were not filled with the light of turbolasers if the people of The Works could even see their Coruscant sky.

​

Captain Sharack brought his starfighter screaming into line with the rest of his squadron, his curiosity sated. Their TIES blew through the ever-present smog that hung over The Works. He remembered it well. Today would be the day he would free his fellow slaves from the yoke of Democracy. Plexiglass rattled in abondoned buildings as they blew past, their ion engines burning away the smog in their wake.

"Sensors are picking up fighters up ahead," Grey 2 said. Sharack grimaced and reached above to shunt power away from his engines and into his sensors and weapons. He felt the starfighter slow, his scopes lighting up with several red dots.

"Copy Grey 2," Sharack said. A message scrawled its way across his dash, the arubesh letters coming into focus one at a time. "We're going to have to make this quick," he said reading, "Reprisal is asking for the fighters to pull back."

​

Lieutenants were supposed to be officers right? So why was she in the middle of a warzone, inside her own ship. Lieutenant Vashti screamed as she strained to lift the heavy durasteel off of her friend's leg. Starboard Battery 22D had been crushed when an Alliance x-wing crashed into the hull, its small frame bypassing the Reprisal's shield curtain. The impact had destroyed the turbolaser and cracked the hull, venting the engineering department below into space and igniting tibanna fires in the hold. She'd lost half of her crew from the vent and a good third of what was left to her remained unaccounted for.

"Lieutenant, I can't feel them. I can't feel my legs!"

"Calm down ensign," Vashti muttered, heaving a sigh of relief as a squad of Dark Trooper-class battle droids entered. "The droids will get you out and into medical."

"Lieutenant!" the ensign shouted, shoving her away. A blue bolt burned a whole into the durasteel deck where she had been standing. The droids paused and turned every which way to find the source of the shot. Vashti saw it first. A woman hung from the protruding cockpit of the x-wing. Blood covered her face and matted her brown hair to her face. One arm hung uselessly against the transparisteel of her cockpit, a jagged shard cutting clean through the meat of her forearm.

"For the Alliance, you black hearted bastards," she shouted. She took aim and pulled the trigger, her bolts going wild as six red bolts cut her to ribbons from the droids.

"That was close," Vashti said.

"Lieutneant," the ensign said, their voice taught with concern. And she saw it. The bolts hadn't gone wide. Sparks flew from a hanging cable. It swung once, twice, and its electrified tip ran over the rushing tibanna coming from the ammunition racks above. Vashti swallowed.

"Long live the-"

​

"Starboard battery 22D lost, all hands. The fire is spreading. Get a fire squad down there now!"

Bo took his seat in the command chair of his star destroyer and sighed. What would they have in 10,000 years? Peace.

Bo Vuto would be sure of that.

 

[Bernard]

​

Coruscant, headed towards the Jedi Temple
Streets on the top levels
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Fellow actors on stage: Prowler II Kyric Creuat
Related to the storyline: Auteme Darth Solipsis

SWORD OF THE JEDI

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Coruscant is burning.

Dead ships painted the sky a deep orange where their corpses broke apart into debris as they fell toward the surface. Plumes of smoke rose to the skies at the horizon, soaring higher than the reach of even the most ambitious skycutter's grasp. And the echoes of warfare filled Coruscant's streets, from the staccato bursts of laser fire, to shrill and distant explosions that rocked layered districts above which starfighters wove trails of ion through the city's duracrete guts.

Death had come to Coruscant, and Bernard, alone and distant from the Order, was powerless to stop it. His gaze fell to the Jedi Temple. Even at a distance the building rose far above the city surrounding it. Gunships descended towards the great plaza that lead to its entrance way. Their passengers radiated hatred and resentments that stretched back millennia.

The Order which called that temple its home had become too arrogant and lenient in the wake of the Second Great Hyperspace War. They'd begun seeing those corrupted by the Dark Side with compassion, and even sheltered them, granted them a home or found themselves their bedfellows on more than one occasion. Their lapses in vigilance had cost many their lives, and allowed the return of their greatest enemy, the Sith'ari Darth Solpisis. Then there had been their reluctance to take proactive action against the Darkness, cowering in the council chambers while Tython itself had been taken by the hands of the Sith.

For all these reasons, Bernard could condemn them. For all these reasons he'd put a distance between himself and the Order. But today, death had come to their doorstep. Despite all their shortcomings, their weakness, they remained his Order, and he would see a mountain of Sith dead before he allowed Darkness to gorge itself on their blood.

Bernard leapt off the ledge of the outlook platform, breaking his fall with the Force, and dropped into a roll, then a sprint, as he hit the street below. With the Force imbued into his limbs, each step turned to a leap, traversing great distances in moments.

Ka-thump.

The beat of a heart dominated the thoughts in his mind. He slid to a sudden halt, gaze drawn away from the Temple and to his right, toward the large dome of the Senate building which sat opposite the Temple across a canyon of fire and smoke.

He reached out through the Force, touching the invisible strands that connected all luminous matter and tugged on one that appeared relevant. Two sensations struck him. The first was familiar. A friend, no, a comrade. He knew this person, though the memory of them, of her, was clouded in his mind. For a moment, he could recall a cutting wind and the sensation of heights far above the surface. A memory from when he'd faced a great evil, when he'd served as her shield.[1]

Auteme.

But why had the Force guided him-

The second sensation struck him, and he felt a deep chill make his hair stand on end. Everything about it perverted the nature of the Force, twisting his thoughts and perception with repugnant contagion.

Solipsis

Both of them, so close to one another within the Force.

Auteme is in grave danger.

Within his chest, he felt his heart beat, an uncomfortable, perturbing sensation. His skin crawled and he clenched and unclenched his fists for distraction.

If something happened to her ... he would never forgive me.

Bernard's glance shot back toward the Temple. Conflict raged within. Death grasped the Jedi who made their stand in its halls, yet so too did it find the attackers. There, with those Jedi whose eyes he could no longer meet, lay his duty. They were no longer his brethren and sisters, but they were his charges. Whether led astray or not, they deserved to have his blade at their side in the face of extinction.

And yet, without hesitation, he started toward the Senate building, toward Auteme.

---

Coruscant, Senate District
Avenue of the Core Founders
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The Senate approach had been a lush green wonder full of verdant decorum. Now ash covered the path, and desiccated husks devoid of leaves flanked either side of the Avenue of the Core Founders. Many of the statues, once resplendent and towering, had cracks running through their stone, or were outright missing limbs or heads.

Bernard kicked an Imperial trooper off his lightsaber and down the steep drop to the senate plazas below. He thumbed the saber off again, ducking behind the base of one of the statues.

The war had arrived at the Senate just as it had all other parts of Coruscant. Imperial troops clashed with the GADF on the plazas below, and directly overhead on the dome. Lines of smoke arced through the sky and toward advancing Imperial troops, where they splashed with blasts of energy and fire.

Bernard would have no time to take part in the engagements. Going through squads of Imperials was too time consuming, and his target lay somewhere deep within the building. There was no telling what the situation inside was, and for all he knew he'd be bogged down enough fighting corridor by corridor towards the Chancellor's office.

He gazed across the large plaza that made up the Avenue of the Founders, noting small pockets of fighting between the gate and his position. He steeled himself, gathering the Force around him like a cowl of shadows, and stalked toward the next statue.

 

[Onrai]

Ballarat, Bridge
Objective: Stimulate doubts
Tags: Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti Vianca Mecetti Denn Verdan Lady Falentra

"I guess someone got what they wanted accomplished." A familiar voice rang across the bridge of Lossa's vessel. The form of Onrai manifested aboard the bridge of the Ballarat, a deliberate decision as her shadowed essence wisped into existence, taken from the corners of darkness and the shades cast upon the bridge floor. As great as it would be to simply leap upon the refugee fleet with a horde of aging warships, that seemed somewhat silly given the potential to accomplish much more - more than Onrai could possibly have imagined.

All it would take would be some skillful linguistics.

"I suppose I recognize both of you, though whether it's clear that you understand who or what I am is another story." She pondered a bit - there was but one more guest who would yet likely be joining them aboard the bridge, though the Jedi seeking an opportunity to land on board the Ballarat. "I'm here because I would prefer not to see bloodshed happen - as opposed to those of the Dark Empire who would yet be more than willing to butcher everyone who is and will be aboard these ships." A hand slyly trailed over a console, just enough of a touch for her to mimic a transmission yet made to the Jedi pilot.

"Approach vector at 165, land in docking bay 2."

 

[Braze]

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Spoiler

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el Marlon Sularen

Gear

Sabers: Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] | Sentry [Parrying Dagger] | Requiem [Light Foil] | Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] Twilight [Polearm] | Nightshade [Throwing Knives]

Crystals: Amplification | Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare

Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Guns & Bows: Fang | G.O.O. Gun
Thowing : GA- E.G.G.S. x3 | Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 | G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 | , C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |, WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5


Equipped Gear: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace -Left Arm | FFS- Utility Belt | Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask | ]

Other Items: | Survival Kit | 5 Lbs bag of Thermite

Ships: Ashwing - Starfighter

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Chapter One:
Eclipse

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"I don't like being judge and jury typically," Jasper admitted to his student. "Frankly, I don't much like being an executioner either... but..."

When it came to Marlon Sularen?

"Today I'm killing a man."

Braze had been meticulously preparing for today. He was going to be following his Master, Jasper Kai'el 's lead. He came well equipped for the mission they were undertaking and was prepared to play a supporting role in whatever plan Jasper had to make a difference today.

"Some people revel in the blood they spill. There is little room in my heart for the lives of the perverse and vile. I am certain few will miss them," Braze stated simply. There is a time and a place for mercy and a time and a place for scrutinizing a man's deeds among his kin. However, there are those who have no intention of turning towards the light, who take pleasure in the dirty deeds they commit. Braze saw little reason to be concerned over such individuals. They made their choices, and justice would consume them in purifying fire and burn away the taint from the galaxy. He would ensure of that.

Braze's words had carried a weight of conviction, reflecting his readiness to face the darkness head-on. He adjusted the fit of his Phoenix Fire Armor, the ceremonial designs almost glowing with reflection of the intensity of his resolve. The intricately painted flames on his armor mirrored the fire within his spirit. He was going to be an undying beacon of hope and justice in these dark times.

As the Epo-1 moved closer to the enemy fleet, Braze's thoughts briefly drifted back to his meditative preparations earlier. The mental clarity and focus he had achieved would serve him well in the battle ahead. He was ready to stand by his master's side, to support him in delivering justice, and to play his part in this decisive moment for the galaxy.

He felt charged as the aura of Battle Meditation from his Armour enveloped them both.

​

 

[Kyric]

The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful
The Tengu of Ashina
My Blood

​

Standing atop a recently remodeled bar sequestered away in the depths of a long-forgotten Slum, Ryv Karis stared out at the rundown neighborhood he now called home. Kyric watched him from across the rooftop. His father cut an imposing figure against the neon-pink lighting that bled off the building’s giant sign.

‘The End of the Road,’ it read. Kyric used to guess it was a joke only his father understood. Nowadays, the boy knew better.

The younger Karis stepped nervously toward the specter of happier times. He took his father’s wrist in his hand and squeezed tight. Instead of the queasy feeling that always accompanied contact with another, his father’s certainty flooded his son with strength. The bubbling sensation of loss disappeared before it could completely manifest, sparing the two a moment of serenity.

“She needs you, Kyr.” Ryv turned his attention skyward, so Kyric followed his gaze.

All at once, thousands of tiny stars flickered out. And then it happened again. And again. Within moments, darkness dominated the night sky. Though what stars remained shone in sterling silvers and vibrant golds, the ever-hungry shadow encircled the last fragments of Hope and tightened.

Kyric squeezed his chest in answer, the metaphor not lost on the Jedi. “I’ll do my best.” He leaned against his father and closed his eyes. “I won’t let you down.”

"Please-" Ryv snorted after a vain attempt to bite back laughter. “You’re my son. You couldn’t let me down if you tried.”

Highway to Mars​

An explosion rocked the foundation of the starscraper that housed his mother’s private apartment. A second explosion shook the base of the building with enough force Kyric could hear glass shattering throughout the building as the darkness of sleep dissipated from his vision. He looked about, blurry-eyed, as he climbed from the sofa onto his feet. His boots were exactly where he had left them beside the garage door. Right below the sheathed blade hung from one of those tiny hooks usually designed for keys or bags.

“Ma!” Kyric called out for Auteme.

When a third explosion erupted OUTSIDE the apartment and shattered all the windows, Kyric started to get worried. The last thing he could recall was sitting down with his mother in preparation for the coming battle and to share with her a series of regularly-occurring visions that plagued his most recent nights. Auteme’s knowledge of ancient Force techniques outclassed even that of the Jedi Archives. If anyone could've helped the kiffar get to the bottom of these visions, it should’ve been the Chancellor.

But she was gone and Kyric found himself alone smack in the middle of a warzone.

“Unlucky,” he grumbled. The boy vaulted the couch and hurried into the guest room. He became a flurry of motion as he raced to get himself together. After a few short minutes, Kyric hit the garage, grabbed his key, and hopped on the relic of times past. "To think the old girl is seein' a second Karis off to war." He ran his hand along the scarred chassis with a somber smile.

The garage opened once the sensors picked up the bike's ignition. Three small explosions burst in the sky lane before him as a security speeder was blasted from the air in the blink of an eye.

You know where this road takes us. Kyric pulled back on the clutch and the speeder zipped out of the garage into a free fall. If you go to her, we'll have to take on Fossk. Are you foolish enough to think we're ready? He ripped the speeder to the left, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision, to find himself barreling toward a wall at the end of a long alley. The kiffar yanked back hard on the sticks. Standing up to drive more force into the motions, Kyric watched the rooftop grow ever closer until he heard the durasteel ledge scrape the back of his bike.

Kyric howled a most spirited 'Yee-haw' as he zipped through the air like an arrow toward the Senate Building.

I'm not worryin' about that too much if I'm bein' honest. We need to save Ma and kill Fossk. Nothin' else to it. The Jedi rolled aside to avoid a dogged fight between Alliance X-Wings and Imperial TIE-Fighters. Explosions boomed like thunder all around him. He watched entire floors disappear beneath rubble, or begin their howling descent to crash into the ceiling of the next layer down. Thousands must've died by the second as the kiffar drove the bike toward a lone silhouette. The boy thought himself too fast. and far too focused, to be noticed by the likes of random onlookers, so he paid them little mind.

Kyric's thoughts drifted elsewhere, to the enraged beauty who dominated his every waking moment. The betrayal he now felt when he looked in the mirror made him sick. And it all stemmed from her. Even racing against the clock, surrounded by incalculable death, her pouting lips called to him.

Would she make it?

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

 

[Ariana Du Couteau]

Ariana Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta ,Jedi Padawan
Location: Coruscant, Senate Building
Action: Speaking with Someone new
Cape

Ariana was unraveled, her eyes darted across and around several data-slates as she readied herself to throw everything off of the desk. The only thing that stopped her was that she’d risk damaging a holo-image projector that displayed an old family photo. Her parents, brother and herself smiled and dressed for some sort of Tetan Gala event; Ariana couldn’t recall exactly why they were dressed so extravagantly but her father hardly needed a reason to dress up. Damian left dad’s cape closet pretty much alone, we never could fit one of them on ourselves.

Ariana glanced around the many racks of single displayed capes, the Tailor that had been hired hadn’t visited in quite some-time but someone clearly had been taking care of the lot of them. Damian never told me what he did with most of dad’s stuff, I’ll talk to Damian about it all eventually. Ariana knew her brother would continue to fight on Teta and the Alliance would push back the Imperials. It was all a matter of time in Ariana’s opinion, a certainty that her home-world would be reclaimed once again.

The situation of Coruscant was dire, the fleets above attempting to keep the skies clear and Jedi making sure to keep much of the fighting away from the populace. We’ll manage, and we’ll push them all back. Ariana had finished the last of her preparations and was ready to make her leave, In fact it has been a while since those Senate Guards had left to secure the exit. Not that Ariana believed she needed the help, but according to the Captain it was all Senatorial procedure, even if said Senator was herself. While Ariana appreciated the help, she couldn’t help but think the Senate Guards could be put to better use elsewhere. Not every citizen could conjure a shield to protect themselves after-all. Did dad feel like this when he was dealing with combat situations? Duty, honour, loyalty. . .

With that thought she stood up and headed out of the office, her hand shifted the ever too large white and blue cape that had been her father’s favorite to wear. It never did sit well on her shoulders but she couldn’t imagine not wearing it when acting as the Senator of her home planet. Ariana’s eyes were casted downward as she walked out and into the corridor for a moment before she looked back up and stopped.

“Hel-hello?” Ariana narrowed her eyes, the man ahead of her looked familiar but unlike her brother she was never good with faces. Or names really.

“I am Senator Du Couteau of Empress Teta, do you need any assistance sir?” Ariana approached closer, she was quite sure the majority of the Senators had left and most personal staff included. As she got a closer look of the man, she studied his face a bit more and a small alarm bell began to ring in her head. “-Apologies sir, but you remind me of the previous Chancellor that my father knew, there’s holo-photos of them during the reconstruction of Jedha.”
​

|| Aerarii Tithe ||​

 

[Kol Ambo]

Kol's Inventory

Spoiler

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

Evacuation Pad #7, Coruscant Level 5,100, Grid Twelve
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---

Coruscant was like an onion.

Maybe God's own onion.

Five-thousand, one-hundred, and twenty-seven levels of teeming sapients. Somewhere down below, in places so dark and frightening that even an Alliance Ranger wouldn't go, there were forgotten zones. Tiers of machinery and leaking toxic waste and discarded sentients. Whole cultures of people had formed up, and lived, and died down there. Unknown, unremarked, forgotten.

Such people wouldn't even know that this invasion was happening. Or they wouldn't care. The new invaders weren't any more likely to go down there than the current leadership, even if they won this war. Even a Dark Lord wouldn't be interested in the poor, unfortunate souls at the dank bottom of this place.

Yeah... Coruscant was like an onion.

It was enough to make you cry.

This was all upper-class or upper-middle class, here.

Here on level 5,100, you could still see daylight. The sky was right there. Right there. You could almost touch it. The very wealthiest citizens had properties that extended to the tippity top of the tallest buildings. Level 5,127. Grid governors. Senators. Generals, maybe. Megacorp chief executives. They were above even this.

The teeming crowds here didn't all live here. They'd bubbled up like gas in a swamp, buoyed by fear and hope and unnamed rage. There weren't enough shuttles. Not nearly enough. They knew it, too.

Walkers were positioned here. Their blaster cannons were fitted with stun modules for crowd control. Every time a bubble of sentients burst into the beginnings of a riot, the blaster cannons opened up. Thankfully, you could tell it wasn't normal blaster fire. The rings of energy were distinctive. Otherwise people would think they were being murdered, and nothing would be able to contain the resulting riot.

The cannons went off. The riot cops rolled in. Perimeters were set. It was a delicate dance. Containment could be lost at any moment. There weren't enough cops on the whole planet to keep this calm indefinitely.

Kol's job, and those of other Inspectors and Rangers on the scene, were to screen the evacuees for known and wanted criminals. Known murderers. Saboteurs. Spies. There was a threshold. No one cared about petty crime. Not at a time like this.

But the worst of them could not be allowed onto evacuating ships with normal citizens. There was too much potential for violence, or other mayhem. Kol kept scanning face after face as they boarded the shuttles. His own 'Curious Kitty,' a G9 rigger, was parked nearby. Not on a landing pad. Those were too valuable right now. Just on a roof that wasn't designed to hold its weight. Right up there, where Kol could escape once the tension finally broke past all bounds, and the mob became a killing thing without purpose beyond rending flesh in its agony of terror.

That would be any minute, now. Then Kol would scurry up the wall, board his ship, and-

A scream. A scream of twin ion engines. The crowd's collective heads turned skyward just as laser cannon fire came raining down. These weren't stun shots. The enemy was here, strafing the ground apparently for the hell of it.

Bodies exploded upwards in smoking ruin. Arms and legs blasted free from bodies. Laser fire from a Tie could create a steam explosion as it vaporized the water in a humanoid body. It was as good as a thermal detonator for those in the vicinity. Red steam and shouts of alarm. Weeping. The crowd broke, but it had nowhere to go.

Trampling. Fighting. Mayhem.

The perimeter was overrun as people raced for the shuttles. The guards were flattened as though by a horde of Bantha. The walkers holding down the crowd didn't bother to shoot their stun cannons. It didn't matter, now. With one strafing run, the enemy had started an unstoppable cascade.

It was like a zombie army, now.

Time to go.

Kol dropped his scanner, and ran for his ship. His gumshoes let him cling to the sheer wall of the nearby building. He ran straight up, seeming to defy gravity. The fuel of fear helped his ascent.

He boarded Curious Kitty in a flash. She'd been on standby this whole time.

The engines roared, and the Rigger took to the air, beside several of the shuttles which had been loading evacuees.

The horizon was full of hostiles, and there was only one thing Kol could still do to be of service.

He picked one starfighter out of the angry sky.

And he charged.

---

Bo Vuto

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR
Galactic Senate
Creuat , Sahar , Prowler II
Auteme , Bernard , Kyric ,
Thalia Senn

​

The skies of Coruscant were a chaotic tapestry of battle, a furious clash of titanic war machines and nimble starfighters that lit up the urban sprawl below with their fierce combat. Above the towering skyscrapers and bustling districts, the air was thick with the smoke of burning wreckage and the flash of energy weapons. The air choked with the smell of sulfur and scorched metal as Alliance cruisers and Imperial Star Destroyers duked it out for supremacy over the crown jewel of the Core Worlds.

In the midst of this chaos, a single obsidian vessel descended upon Coruscant. The sleek, black Ommin-class Sith Infiltration Command Shuttle silently made its way through the atmosphere, evading detection with ease as it's systems engaged, cloaking the entirety of the stealth craft. As the shuttle approached the Senate Building, it touched down smoothly, its landing gear barely making a sound on the durasteel surface as the active camouflage peeled away to reveal it's sleek shape. Steam spat forth, rolling from the underbelly of the Imperial spacecraft as the ramp of the shuttle lowered. The Sith'ari emerged, flanked by two members of the Dark Side Elite, Creuat and Sahar . His presence was an ominous shadow, a palpable force that seemed to darken the very air around him. His long, dark cloak billowed in the wind, caught by battle breeze in a stark contrast to the pristine, oppressive architecture of the Senate Building.

Without hesitation, the Emperor strode forward, his steps echoing in the vast, empty halls. Massive pillars lined their path, each one a silent witness to the approach of evil. Creaut and Sahar would not be far behind, their expressions hidden, yet their loyalty and readiness were unmistakable. Suddenly, the Dark Lord halted. The air grew still, and his gaze shifted, ever so slightly, away from their intended path. His eyes burned with a fierce, otherworldly spark, narrowing as he sensed a familiar presence.

"I sense.." he intoned, his voice a deep, resonant whisper. His eyes blazed brighter, the intensity of his command unmistakable. "Destroy the Interlopers."

And like that, his march resumed, unchallenged.

"As Was By Design."
​

A flash of lightning from the freak storm outside briefly illuminated the hall, casting stark shadows that danced wildly before plunging the corridor back into darkness. In that fleeting moment of light, the rolling thunder revealed the silhouette of the Sith'ari. His presence a malignant blight upon the otherwise pristine surroundings. A stain upon the Force, a black hole that threatened to swallow Auteme whole.

His steps were measured, each one echoing ominously against the polished floor. The oppressive weight of his aura seemed to sap the warmth from the air, leaving a chill that crept into the bones of anyone nearby. His cloak, dark as the void, flowed behind him like the wings of a great, malevolent bird of prey.

The Emperor stepped forward, his gaze unyielding, his eyes burning with an unholy fire. "Your time has come to an end."

For a moment, the two stood in silence, the forces of light and dark poised in a delicate balance. The storm outside seemed to mirror the brewing confrontation within, the thunder rolling ever closer.

"The Light..," Solipsis hissed, his voice a venomous whisper, "..will be extinguished."

​

 

[Wedge Draav]

"FLYBOY"
"Revenant One"
​

Commander,Revenant Squadron
Captain Wedge Draav
10th Sector Armada
Piloting: Jet-Black X-Wing

STAY FAST, STAY ALIVE.

​

The call had been given out, orders barked into headsets. But Revenant Squadron was already planet-side, ready to go. He pulled his helmet over his face, looking up to the sky, the endless amount of ships in the sky above him duking it out amongst the stars. But planet-side, the stars were up for debate. But Wedge had a single goal, had a singular purpose for which Revenant Squadron was to be deployed.

Revenant Squadron.

The formation had been called up, each pilot, an expert in their own right, answering the call. Wedge had given them the option to protect the fleets evacuating the civilians, or stay and fight. No cowards- just those with more to lose than he did. But no one left. Everyone stayed.

Everyone was going to be in this fight.

Revenant Squadron- outfitted in their jet-black and mixed color X-wings, shrieked across the Coruscant skyline, down in from the Sun. Wedge pulled his oxygen mask over his face, taking a few deep, measured breaths. Revenant went in from a Helix into a TIE fighter formation-

And the ensuing expert barrage of their coils after unfurling cut down the entire TIE formation, scoring six kills. Wedge, in a display of bravado, finesse, or perhaps just a demonstration of skill- knocked three of the six.

"All Alliance planetside air assets, be advised, Revenant Squadron is on station and will be available for tasking."

He switched his comms back to Revenant internal comms.

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

Rev-1, checking in."

Wedge took command for the first time, truly. No one else was here to. And no one else was coming. It was up to them, and them alone.

​

 

[Creuat]

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

♫​

The thought of this place made him bask in his hatred. The past was a scar deep inside of Creuat and only wrought anger by the mere memories he suffered long ago. Namely, the Jedi Temple and the Senate were one of the few main architects to his pain. The Jedi betrayed him when he acted in the name of justice against their degenerate practices; the Senate always slandered and persecuted him and his former compatriots whenever they performed a good deed to the Galaxy.

How much he abhorred the memories of serving those symbols.

Destroying Coruscant would help his need to sate the suffering he felt from his rage. The battle intensified each minute and the wreckage he glimpsed tearing through the erected skyscrapers and the stones of the Jedi Temple gave relief. The battle was far from its climax, but to imagine the suffering from the Jedi and their subjects gave him peace.

All quiet on the front of the Senate. There was a reason to be here as the Dark Jedi trailed the steps of the Emperor. Silence was preserved with the trio marching, the echoes of their footsteps announcing their arrival to the abandoned halls of the Senate.

Suddenly, they stopped as the Emperor felt a disturbance. So did Creuat when his senses surveyed and felt the presence of a familiar woman. He snarled in contempt to know Auteme was here now.

But there was more to it.

His head bowed in response when the Emperor continued his march, after commanding his Elite; thus the trio branched off to do what must be done. Interestingly, Auteme’s presence was not the only one he felt as other Champions of the Light approached. One of them, however, was more particular than the other. The signature was similar to-

His eyes widened to feel Ryv’s aura emitting from his offspring. It was exactly as the Emperor and Sinestra had foreseen. A boy who could offset their strength should he realize his potential as a Jedi.

Strong with the Force.

And strong he would be under the direction of the Emperor as his excellency wanted him alive before him.

The Nautolan could feel the fast approach of the boy, and finally catching sight of him with the dimming rays of sunlight casting him as a beacon. Through the Force he manipulated the direction of Kyric’s speeder to unceremoniously crash near where Creuat stood inside the Senate.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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

DARK EMPIRE
CORUSCANT, CORE WORLDS

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Spoiler: Task Force Vader

TASK FORCE VADER
Main Fleet INV Predator [100|066] INV Tyuk [100|038] INV Indomitable [100|048] INV Urbanus [100|036] INV Stalker [070|000] INV Starbreaker [044|000] INV Nightmare [058|058] INV Oblivion [100|029] INV Revenge [038|000] INV Dominator [040|000] INV Dark Omen [100|053]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/hab Brutes TIE/fdT Terminators TIE/fdA Annihilators

Seated on his command chair fixed within the bridge of his Flagship, Grand Admiral Sularen watched as the Imperial Fleet clashed with their Alliance counterparts in the skies above Coruscant in a grand brawl for absolute control over the skies of the ecumenopolis. After so many preparations, the Empire had come for the Queen of the Core Worlds this time to claim it unlike the Maw had done years ago during their raid on the planet during the Second Great Hyperspace War. Progress was being made although scoring a decisive victory would be extremely difficult given the heavy fighting that was now occurring across the world. Nevertheless it was Sularen's job to lead the Imperial Fleet to victory in this theatre and he would ensure that such an outcome would occur.

As the battle progressed, the Predator and it's escorts managed to overwhelm another Alliance Warship bringing it down as it would crash into a skyscraper, vanquished by Sularen's Task Force Vader. "Another Alliance Cruiser down." Rackham remarked. "Good. At this rate, it will only be a matter of time before we send them running back to Fondor." Sularen added, smiling with a smirk. Victory was in his grasp, he could feel it for nothing could stand in the way of his fleet. "Sir, you might want to check this." Rackham said, bringing Sualren's attention to the tactical holographic map of the battle displayed infront of him.

While Task Force Vader advanced through the skylines of Coruscant, one enemy fleet appeared infront of them, one comprised of ships that Sularen immediately recognized from a prior encounter at Keera Major. "House Mecetti." Sularen said. The Grand Admiral remembered his first fight with the naval forces of House Mecetti, as their commander foolishly charged against his more larger and powerful fleet and paid the price with his life along with that of the crews of the warships of his fleet. Only after the Battle at Keera Major would the Grand Admiral learn that the foolish commander he had killed was none other then the Senator of Oubliette, would only made his victory even more satisfying.

Now it would seem House Mecetti had brought a larger fleet to confront the Empire but so had the Grand Admiral, and it was perhaps time to enact a little rematch to remind the noble house of the superiority of the Imperial Fleet. "It would seem that these House Mecetti folks brought in more ships this time for Round 2." Sularen said with a malicious smirk. "Let's see if this new commander is more wise then there predecessor." he added. "All ships advance against the House Mecetti Fleet." Sularen ordered, with all the ships within Task Force Vader moving in unison as they charged towards the House Mecetti Fleet now with only one objective : to annihilate them.

However, little did the Grand Admiral know was that two Jedi had other plans for him today...

Tags [GA] | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Vianca Mecetti
Tags [DE] | Bo Vuto

 

[Reima Vitalis]

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

YOU'LL KNOW FOR SURE TONIGHT

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Reima Vitalis maneuvered her craft expertly, eminently comfortable with the speed and altitude that came with starfighter piloting. As Revenant Squadron screamed through the atmosphere, they would be shielded from visual by the sun to the Dark Empire ships in their crosshairs. Reima was toward the back of the flight, so she didn't have targeting solutions on the enemy flight, but she double-fronted her shields all the same. Her X-Wing blasted through the flames and debris with minimal fuss, and even the ever-vocal BB-10R2 -- Bartoo -- gave a chittering of thrill rather than admonishment, so she knew the circuits weren't getting cooked.

Dark eyes scanned the status readout for a translation of Bartoo's diagnostic beeps and blatts.

:// OBSERVATION: ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL.
:// RECOMMENDATION: RE-POWERING REAR SHIELDS DUE TO FORMATION POSITION.

"Yes, I know," Reima told the droid irritably. This wasn't her first day at the rodeo, but then again it wasn't Bartoo's, either. The ancient astromech had belonged to her mother's cousin, Pierce, and it had seen action in all the major arenas of the First Order's wars, from Omega to the wars with the Galactic Alliance to the scuffles with the Ssi-Ruuk that eventually led to the sacking of Dosuun and Pierce's death. Very odd it must have been for the droid, which had been designed by First Order technicians for use in its TIE fighters, to now be interfacing with X-Wings. But if Bartoo had any concerns, he certainly didn't voice them.

Or beep them. Whatever the case may be.

"Expand scanners," she told Bartoo in her clipped posh accent, a Galidraani aristocrat despite her better intentions. "Priority on what's behind us."

:// ORDER ACKNOWLEDGMENT: AFFIRMATIVE. ON SCREEN.

As Reima reviewed the data and silently cursed the safety regulations that prevented her from having a cigarette while in flight, Revenant Squadron was sounding off, until it was her turn. "Revenant Twelve, reporting in," she called into the channel. "Beautiful shots, Commander."

A little flattery never hurt anyone, and Reima had to stay on Wedge's good side somehow after all the good-natured sass she gave him about that ridiculous mustache of his. Besides, they were beautiful shots.

Wedge Draav
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