Invasion Chapter Two: House of Cards | Long Live The Empire DE vs GA Coruscant

[Simon Meinrad]

C A V A L I E R
CORUSCANT | JEDI TEMPLE
ALLIES | Zhea Nox
ENEMIES | Dark Empire | Kaleb Sunwalker

He was reluctant to return to Coruscant. Were it for him, he would rather see the planet burn along with its contenders. He received intelligence in regards to the Dark Empire's plots to sack Coruscant, though it did not concern him. It was not his war to fight; however, the insistence of his beloved mobilized him to journey to the Core in defense against the wave of Darkness seeking to consume Coruscant. If it meant giving Zhea tranquility albeit in a war zone, then he would not deny her. All under the circumstance they would not separate from each other and would retreat if the situation overwhelmed them.

He would not lose her; he would rather abandon the Jedi to their fate than to lose Zhea.

It was nostalgic and unpleasant to ascend the steps of the Jedi Temple and walk . It was left exactly the way it was when he left the Order to serve his ideals. Regrets he did not have to walk away, but the one thing he rued was leaving Zhea behind.

"I never imagined walking through these halls again," he openly commented as the pair were nearing the Temple's Archives to make sure the Dark Empire would not capture any data to later utilize it. "Wouldn't it just be better to destroy everything? That way the Empire does not capture anything of value?" There was no harm in it from his own perspective. The Jedi widely evacuated from the Temple by the looks of it. All remained were willing Knights to hold the line against the aggressors. Instead of demolishing the Temple and relocating assets to other key areas, they stretched themsevles thin to defend a formation of stone. It mattered little if it was holy or otherwise as he did not carry any sentiment of religion with him.

"Is there anything else you need to attend to, love?" he asked somewhat anxiously as he could feel a surge of power by the design of the Dark Side slowly creeping across the Temple.

 

[Amani Serys]

Eloise Dinn - Darth Vinaze - Sorren Moonstrider​

Inevitability had finally arrived. The sack of Coruscant was not a matter of it, but when. The Jewel of the Core was the birthplace of galactic democracy, and the current Alliance was one of many in its dynasty. Coruscant’s value, both material and symbolic, could not be understated.

That was why the government had separated after all. They all knew what would happen. Amani couldn’t blame them. It was only practical, to ensure the government’s continued survival should the worst outcome arrive. Amani could neither blame those left behind, for their resentment. Those who felt abandoned by the powers that be. The countless civilians with no way out had no choice but to watch as the enemy encroached upon their home.

But they wouldn’t be abandoned in the most crucial of hours. The Alliance had no intention of leaving Coruscant to burn; And the Jedi kept their temple manned all the while. They would not leave. Not while the planet could be saved.

So while hopeless dominated the warscape, glints of hope had yet to be snuffed out. The Chief Healer was one such glint. She walked with poise and purpose, undeterred by the violence. Others followed her like a beacon. A half collapsed building still bore signs of life. Amani lifted her hand, and the debris lifted with it. She hid the strain from her features, appearing to those now freed like a divinely ordained savior. Perhaps a bit grandiose for her tastes, but at a time like this, even a drop of hope could swell into something greater. It kept them moving, kept them alive. That was enough for her.

“Captain, take the survivors to the nearest evac. My padawan and I will continue from here,” She spoke placidly to the Alderaanian royal guard. Their captain nodded, and relayed their new objective down the chain. Amani set the rubble aside, and turned to face the long street ahead. At the edge rested a tower, once innocuous, now pulsing with perverse energy, “Do you feel that, Eloise?” She asked, “We need to remove it.” Her tone was almost cold now. Clinical.

The darkness was a cancer. And a cancer must be cut out.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Allies: Arla Rodarch Master Jake Judah Ryana mina
Enemies: Urienz Tyrael
Engaging: Darth Centax ​

Imperial shuttles came down, only for one to be smashed with lightning.

They had come. Jonyna would send them back to hell.

She could feel it, the pull of the dark. Could they win this? She had built herself for years. Hyped herself up. Maybe it was-

No.

Hold the Line.

Determined strides carried his heavy metal footsteps through blistering rain, upwards towards tanks and blaster fire, deflecting, then blocking to slice. Turning a saber aside with the shield, he twisted sideways to thrust through a trooper's heart, watching the man die. The art of movement carried him through fire and death; the final moments of those they cut down lay the foundation of their renewal. The One Sith had returned to Coruscant, and as promised, the world would long scream for what they had done.

The crack of lightning filled the air as the flash blinded those coming down, the bolt splitting between five men and frying them instantly. In that time, Jonyna had burst forward with a flash of movement, drawing Liz and slicing one of Centax's men clean through. It was a blur of movement. Ever since her fight with Quintessa she had been toying with Force Speed. Now, she used it in conjuction with her pryokinesis to move in the blink of an eye to attack the encroaching Imperials.

Spinning around, the woman opened fire on three more with Paul, headshotting all three with lightsaber powered bolts, before finally turning to the man himself. Jonyna was a blur of flame and motion. Cutting through troops like butter. Once she looked to Darth Centax himself, it was a microsecond of movement.

Could they win?

The doubt in her mind was only fought back by pure emotion. Yes. They would win. They would defend the temple.

With a blur of movement, she unleashed a slash of pure concussive force at the sith, hoping to first knock him off base. She knew better than to go straight for the kill on a sith lord. First, she'd get him on his knees.

 

[Makko Vyres]

TEMPLE

SHIELD | ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | DRONES | SHIP | PISTOL
Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti​

Makko blinked his eyes open. He had to squint against the bright white of the tiled floor beneath him. As consciousness returned, so did the bitter scent of antibiotics.

Then came the pain.

For the last few months he had been wearing a device down the back of his spine. A sith Vazz had nearly severed his spine and the device had helped with rehabilitation as his nervous system recovered.

He had been under deep anaesthetic as the medical Droids of the Jedi temple removed the connections that had been drilled into his spine one by one.

"Is...everything..."

Then it struck him. The wave of dark energy. The Force moved in unnatural ways. Not the calm flow of energy around the temple. It was agitated.

"I am sorry Knight Vyres," came the voice of the droid. "We have finished, but we must hasten your move to a ward. We have to clear all operating rooms for emergencies."

 

[SCAR]

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

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The interior of the ISD Korvan was a hive of activity, with crew members rushing to their stations and final checks being made. Shadow Squadron was poised for deployment, each TIE fighter securely docked in its launch rack. The hangar bay was a cacophony of sounds—the hum of machinery, the rapid chatter of the pilots, and the rising whine of TIE engines coming to life.

As the deployment sequence initiated, the racks released the TIEs one by one. Shadow Squadron dropped into the void, the characteristic roar of their twin ion engines echoing through the hangar before being swallowed by the vastness of space. SCAR, Shadow Leader, took the helm of his TIE, feeling the familiar surge of power as he accelerated away from the safety of "The Korvan."

Rain pelted the permaglass of SCAR's cockpit, creating a rhythmic drumming that was barely audible over the scream of the engines. Lightning flashed across the darkened sky, momentarily illuminating the battlefield below. SCAR's targeting systems came online, highlighting the Jedi Temple in the distance, its ancient spires standing defiantly amid the chaos.

"Shadow Squadron, form up," SCAR commanded, his voice steady and resolute. The other TIEs fell into formation around him, a deadly swarm ready to strike.

Their first objective was clear: the painted targets at the Jedi Temple, blocking the main entryway. The sabotage of Coruscant's planetary weather controls had turned the skies into a tempest, complicating the already hazardous mission. The storm raged, lightning dancing across the heavens, but SCAR knew the real danger came from the fierce aerial battles above and the defensive emplacements below.

"Perfect," SCAR muttered to himself, a grim satisfaction settling in. The Galactic Alliance forces would be too distracted by the chaos, too mired in their own struggles, to mount an effective defense. The storm, both literal and metaphorical, would be their own undoing. Attacking indiscriminately both sides and any hulking rescue forces trying to flee, it was self sabotage.

SCAR led the attack run, diving towards the Jedi Temple with the precision and ruthlessness that Shadow Squadron was known for. Blaster fire from ground defenses and GADF starfighters streaked through the sky, but SCAR and his squadron weaved through the barrage with practiced ease.

"Engage targets," SCAR ordered. The TIE fighters opened fire, their green laser bolts lancing out towards the marked points on the Temple. Locations where the Jedi and several soldiers of the GADF valiantly made their stand against the approaching Imperial forces led by NSO and DSE. Explosions erupted as the shots found their marks, debris flying in all directions. They would not stay to see if it dealt any killing blows.

The sight of the Jedi Temple under attack was both a strategic victory and a symbolic one. As SCAR pulled up from his run, the storm continued to rage, adding to the sense of apocalyptic destruction.

"Shadow Squadron, regroup and prepare for the next target," SCAR commanded. The mission was far from over, but the first objective had been achieved with brutal efficiency. The skies above Coruscant were a maelstrom of conflict, but SCAR felt a cold satisfaction. The Empire's return was a harsh reminder of their power, and the Alliance would have to reckon with it.


- EXIT CHAPTER TWO, ENTERING CHAPTER ONE -

 

[Stennis Fel]

P E N I T E N T
THE LIGHTSWORN
Battle Armor | Lightsaber
SE | Amena Kader

I : EMOTION IS DISCIPLINE
BUT A GHOST​

The stout bulwark of stoicism which had long seized Fel in his training had been tested. In a way, he had sworn a resolute vow and in another, betrayed his legacy. His father. All of what had come before him and bore the name Fel. He knelt in the Gardens in silent meditation, though his lip quivered in some weakness that wracked at the foundations of his being. His body slumped forward, as if a taught, rigid tension suddenly snapped and he began to weep.

He grit his teeth as he balled his gloved fists over his thighs, lightly pounding one into the strong flesh beneath the loose black armorweave of the Knight's armor layer. He was alone here, as he always had been until suddenly, a presence of some form entered. It seized his movements. He was still, silent as a tomb when his eyes slowly drifted upward.

In front of him, a figure, tall, donning a white cloak, its hood raised to conceal a gaze of naught but blackness. Stennis opened his mouth to sleep, but no words emerged. The spectre, hollow in its presence raised a gloved hand for Stennis to quiet, snatching the words before they left his lips. Slowly, it knelt down in front of the knight, squatting down to peer into the man's pained eyes.

"You torture yourself with your thoughts...as if you have done some great ill, some great betrayal." The voice spoke, deep, wisened but ethereal. Empty and ghostly.

Stennis was silent, staring into the blank visage beneath the hood before he was able to speak.

"I forsook my...my oath, my legacy my- everything...to...to Jedi." He said, harboring some regret in the moment to which he raised his blade to the Lightsworn.

The revenant nodded once before he slowly stood up before Stennis.

"Hardly. You tread the same path as many have before you. You have betrayed nothing...you have stayed resolute." The ghost spoke in retort to which Stennis swallowed down some nerves, opening his mouth to speak again to find silence forced unto him with a subtle motion of the man's hand to rise to his feet.

Stennis obeyed, wordlessly, staring into the blackness of the hood where a glint of silver eyes peered back at him.

"You have sworn your blade to a duty to which you must fulfill now. A duty of which there is no more noble calling. You have set yourself down this path...it is far too late to bear regret now. Your path is righteous...and you need continue it...for it was the same I walked." He said in reply. The tears in Stennis's eyes waning as he nodded in some obeyance to the man.

"Now go. So long as you are idle, the Darkness still reigns. Know that your path is right...and I am with you...we are all with you." The spectre said before he turned and disappeared. Stennis's eyes closed shut.

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He opened his eyes into the corridor of darkness, his gaze hidden beneath a steel visage, the death mask of the Iron Emperor. A scion of darkness grew closer, their approach exuding with the dark power of the Sith'ari thrumming through its being. Within the lone, long corridor toward the hall of a thousand fountains, he heard the solitary footsteps of the woman. The corridor had a few splintering passage ways which led to various walkways up higher floors along the perimeter of the gardens that lie within the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

She turned a corner and with it, she saw a glimpse of the iron face peer back at her before Stennis strode forward, swiping his leg at her own to try and pull her from her foot being he brought his argent blade alight with a smooth hiss of the white kyber's ignition. There was no other blade that behaved in such a way. She'd be keenly aware of its make and when she'd see him illuminated in the argent light, donning the battle armor of the Empire, its pearl surface scratched down to the metal alloy beneath with the death mask of Fel peering back at her, she'd immediately recognize this was no Jedi.

With the hilt clutched in both hands he surged forward again, bringing the blade up to a high ox before cutting it down and diagonally toward her body, a note of exertion leaving him with the swipe. And unlike a Jedi, he had the aim to kill.

 

[Innis Tarring]

SCAR | Daraho Arvyd | Eiric Ardos | Et al
SHADOW SQUADRON
"ACE"
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The call came in. He chuckled loudly to himself, all comms discipline out the proverbial window.

"Did you hear that, boys?" Innis Tarring's voice crackled through the intercom, his tone dripping with arrogance. "We get to play with the big toys today. Jedi Temple, here we come!"

Innis adjusted his flight controls, the TIE fighter responding instantly to his touch. The hum of the engines was like music to his ears, the vibrations through the cockpit a reminder of the power at his fingertips. He glanced at his reflection in the cockpit glass, a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face. There was no doubt in his mind—he was the best pilot in the Imperial TIE fighter wing.

"Keep up, ladies," he sneered, flicking a switch to prime his laser cannons. "Wouldn't want you to miss the show."

As they descended from the chaos of the dogfight above Coruscant, Innis felt a surge of exhilaration. The enemy fighters that dared to challenge him were nothing more than target practice. He lined up his sights on a distant X-wing, squeezing the trigger with precision. The red bolts of his laser cannons found their mark, and the X-wing exploded in a brilliant flash.

"Another one bites the dust," he crowed, rolling his TIE fighter in a victory manoeuvre. "You're welcome."

Descending through the atmosphere, the spires of the Jedi Temple came into view. It stood majestic and serene, a symbol of peace and wisdom. Innis found it laughable. Today, it was nothing more than a target.

"Oh, would you look at that! The famous Jedi Temple," he drawled. "They won't know what hit 'em." He sneered with a passionate venom.

He could see the unprotected figures below, tiny and insignificant from this height. Innis' grin widened as he imagined the chaos his strafing run would cause. He could already see the headlines: "Imperial Ace Innis Tarring Leads Successful Assault on Jedi Temple."

Let's show these Jedi what real power looks like, he thought.

With a deft flick of his wrist, he dove his TIE fighter towards the temple, the rest of the squadron following suit. His finger hovered over the trigger, anticipation coursing through his veins. This was it—his moment of glory. The laser cannons roared to life, and the temple grounds erupted in a hail of blaster fire. He metered his pattern, preferring short bursts to sustained fire this time. SCAR would be proud, he hoped. There was something about that fether that made Innis want his approval, almost like a father figure.

He scoffed. What was a father anyway?

Innis could feel the adrenaline pumping, each pass over the temple grounds more exhilarating than the last. He was invincible, untouchable. The sky was his domain, and today, he would carve his name into history with blaster fire.

"Shadow Squadron, regroup and prepare for the next target,"

The call had come through from SCAR. Innis followed suit, clipping an enemy fighter as it careened past him at speed.

- EXIT CHAPTER TWO, ENTERING CHAPTER ONE -
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[Project Uriel]

Metal scars metal to the cries of the helpless. Indiscriminate terror and the whisper of a daughter screaming contained within a cold metal shell.​

Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Location: Temple Precinct Area
Direct Enemy: Silas Westgard

Primary Mission: Eradication of Injured or Fleeing Units.
Secondary Mission(s): Analysis of Alliance Response to Terror Incursion.
Tertiary Mission: Error. Classified. Identify new Alliance Targets for MK3 Biosect upgrades from among the dead.

Primary Directives Installed | Operational Directives: Utilize and Develop Maximum Terror Protocols on Alliance-Aligned targets

Uriel Unit Online
Archangel Deployment: Terror Drone Clusters
Standby. Processing.
Error Tertiary Mission Classified, Redirect Sub Routine from Memory Access.

Thundering to the earth in the Precinct area, her drop pod burst apart near a building, and out of the smoke, the screaming sounds of bolter fire followed, crating nearby structures, people, vehicles, and what happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. One of the many HRDs landing, they found the precinct area less defended than the temple—a perfect hunting ground for the HRD's classified objective.

Disseminating Operational Directives: Tracking multiple potential targets, approximating the most efficient kill ratios—overridden, switching to new terror subroutines. Her HUD optimized itself for the most effective fire zones to maximize fear levels.

With the ruthless efficiency of a machine, any symbol was targeted: a statue, a marking, a civilian, a commander, or a fleeing transport trying to get away. HRD demonstrations on weakened or injured individuals were made to inflict maximum psychological suffering. Others were left helpless, weeping, or in pain. The walking metal dreadnaught was methodical in the devastation she selected, optimizing her approach as she moved. When she detected signs of terror, she would replicate the act; when she failed, she would adjust.

Heavily armed and armored, the ground started to groan as she passed over it. Fires were beginning to burn under her feet; in the twisting metal of buildings around the precinct, she created a fitting path for Archangel's original vision, her model never having been reprogrammed. The screams and cries of those in her wake well marked the violence unleashed upon this unwitting world. An injured alliance trooper was picked up and thrown through the air towards a medical transport, landing in a heap; the drone helped send him on his way, with a bolter round through the back of the rescue vehicle.

Long live the Age of Steel; a steel shell holding a faint trace of a personality scrubbed clean from her remade innards. Could any machine's hand ever entirely remove such a poignant and beautiful gesture given to her by a mother's love? Time to see if anything remained of Ameliora. Alessandra Io

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Personal Energy Shield: 100%
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Estimated Combat Capability 250% | Shield, Armor, Systems and Ionization Buffers

Full Loadout and Background NPCs

Spoiler

Armor: A1-Ionsider including Wristblades and Hud | MK5-Heavy Bolter (Hip Braced) | Grenades: 2x Frag (Belt) | 2x Cryoban (Belt) | 2x FEX-M3 Nerve Gas Grenade (Belt) | 1x Energy Shield (Stomach) | Model 31 Palm Stunner (Right Palm)| | 2 x MK2 Jack Knife (Hip) | Full Songsteel Quarterstaff (Back) | Barrata-SSG (Back) | Vibro Knife (Belt)

NPCs Background Only
Several Independent ARD-X-1's armed similarly only with standard durasteel armor.
Several MK2 Biosect Droids Kethenite biological horrors.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Coruscant - New Jedi Order Temple
| Objective | Stand and Fight!

In spite of the circumstances, Jenn found herself well and truly awed, to stand within the Jedi Temple on Coruscant - a place of spirituality, harmony, and peace. A place she never imagined finding herself in, much less as a defender, of all things.​

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And yet, here she stood, shoulder-to-shoulder with the ancient enemy of her people. Those arrogant mystics who so often looked down on her people for their warlike ways-​

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Her friends. Defenders of the weak, ever true of heart.​

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Every decision she had made led to this very moment, and she felt nothing but pride... and a sense of resolute acceptance of the fate waiting for her, whatever it may be. If this was to be her time to finally pass on into the Manda at last, then she could go proudly, knowing that she died to fight for something worthy. Something pure.​

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Odd, how she knew no greater calm than before a battle.​

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With the entirety of Clan Kryze committed to the defense of Coruscant, she knew the death toll would be abominable, and all too difficult to recover from - but it was the right thing to do. The mighty warriors of beskar were dispersed throughout the planet in small squads, their jetpacks keeping them highly mobile and capable of reinforcing those positions in dire need of reinforcements; the Alor, for her part, had chosen to make her stand at the side of her allies.​

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Even now, she remembered her first meeting with the Princess of Ukatis, in the wake of the Enclave's devastating raid into the Inner Rim. Beskar'gam for lightsabers - a tense exchange, to be sure, that all but ended at blasterpoint. Then... the aid she had brought in the reconstruction to Axilla, earnest in her attempts to make amends, and their talk of duty, and love. Some measure of respect. And now, here they were, after resentment and grudging respect. Standing together against the coming darkness.​

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Jenn had made a point to keep her helmet off throughout her time in the temple - out of respect for the nature of the place itself... and a commitment to the simple, yet weighty notion that, once donned, her helmet would remain until the day was won.​

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Or until they were all driven from Coruscant in ignoble defeat.​

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Her lips curled into a smile, then, in the face of the Princess' words. Unlike the Jedi's, hers held true, full of life, and kindness.​

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"What about side by side with a friend, Corazona?"​

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No titles, this time. No Princess, no Knight, no Jedi- just two women standing together. Resolute, in their own way.​

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Jenn had never quite studied the ways of the Force, and so her ability to sense the Darkness was... lacking, to say the least. But when the blonde let out but a whisper of warning, the Mandalorian readied herself, securing her helmet onto her face with a hiss of pressurization, drawing her pair of blaster pistols.​

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"And you shall not stand alone. We will stop them. Together."​

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A solemn promise.​

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| Friendly | Corazona von Ascania
| Hostile | Jogon Isar ​

 

[Daraho Arvyd]

SHADOW-7
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
ALLIES: SCAR | Innis Tarring | Eiric Ardos | DE
ENEMIES: Jonyna Si | GA
ENGAGING: EVERY JEDI AND ALLY ON THE STEPS (Duck DE)

KISS IT​

Nothing beat that sound.

As Shadow Squadron released from their racks and sped into the black, the beautiful sound of ions screaming could be heard before the void swallowed all noise. Excitement pumped through Dara's veins as she readied for their objectives.

Hell had just been unleashed on Coruscant.

Not even Innis Tarring 's usual comm shenanigans could dampen the Ringo Vindan's spirits. A smirk spread on her face behind her helmet as they entered the atmosphere. A lovely storm was raging, making their job all the easier.

Using the cover it was most probably not supposed to provide to them, their TIEs howled through the chaos of the atmospheric battle and straight to their target.

"Shadow Squadron, form up,"

"Keep up, ladies,"

<Kiss it, Innis.> Dara quipped before gunning past him and stealing an X-Wing from him before taking in her position behind their CO. And then the Temple was in front of them, the cute little figures of the unprotected Jedi and their allies standing beautifully outlined for their convenience.
<So nice of them to come out and greet us.> she smirked, neatly avoiding the blaster shots sent their way.

"Engage targets,"

That was always SCAR's best order.

Pure joy spread on Dara's face as she angled the controls and that thrilling feeling of the TIE banking down burned through her body.
<Eat dirt, Nerfherders.> she sneered before unleashing green hail on them, the laser bolts following precisely behind SCAR's, as always ensuring that there was little chance of escaping the strafe.

She pulled up from the run. It was always satisfactory letting the lasers loose like that and seeing them do exactly what they should. A new Galaxy of order could only be achieved by sacrifice. Better them than her. Even if some managed to evade their strafe just now, the message would be clear - their symbol of peace wasn't safe. In fact, she was sure that many of the local populace would see it as a symbol of cowardice now, seeing as the Jedi and the Senate virtually abandoned the common people.

As a common person herself, she knew that's how she would have seen it.

"Shadow Squadron, regroup and prepare for the next target,"

That shook her from her reverie.
<Yes, sir.> she said. <Keep up, boys! Or my count will far surpass yours.> she then quipped at her wingmen. No hotshot male pilot will let that challenge stand. Battles, and naval battles in particular, were shit. A dark sense of humour was the only thing keeping a lot of them sane.

Might as well make the best out of a crappy situation.

- EXIT CHAPTER TWO, ENTERING CHAPTER ONE -

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber, Echo Stone, Golden Sun Coral | Tag: Rik Perris , Vorik , Orwrex ​

Briana's boots were planted firmly on the weather-beaten steps of the Jedi Temple, her dark hair braided up in its usual crown, with wisp-like curls struggling to free themselves in the unusual breeze, a tumultuous sea of clouds rolling over Coruscant and swallowing up the sun as the din of battle grew ever closer.

She was only one among many, her blue gaze casting over the throng of defenders that’d gathered together to protect what for several was their only home, from the dark line of Sith that pushed towards the temple. A feeling and sentiment that she understood well.

Clenching what seemed on first glance to be an insignificant piece of coral in her hand, Briana stretched her senses out, reaching out beyond those whom she could see in her immediate vicinity, to create a bridge of connection with her loved ones whom she knew were out there. Some of which, were already down in the fray.

The first presence she noticed was Romi Jade , the mentor whose wisdom and unending patience had been the potter's hands that shaped who she was and the reason her feet still walked the path of the Jedi, when she'd wanted to run away.

Aris Noble and Lily Decoria , her Padawans, stood out next. Each of them ready to cross the threshold from learners to warriors, their nascent courage a source of boundless pride.

Her dear friend and former brain pal, Gatz Derrevar , whose newfound serenity and surety in the Force was like a beacon in the night, a candle that shone brightly.

Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble , the Sword and Shield, who’d pushed her beyond her capabilities and encouraged her to be more than she ever realized she could be, whose love and care she knew she could never repay in full.

Aiden Rennek , the man who held her heart and the promise of a shared tomorrow, standing with his men at the forefront. A solid and needed presence among his soldiers, one who many would inevitably look to for stability and strength. The same as she had, on countless occasions.

And then, above them all, literally and figuratively, was Lossa Aureus — the family she’d found, and whose presence in her life had become irreplaceable and cherished beyond measure.

With the feeling of each, a steady pulse resounded in her heart and through her being, tapping into the wellspring of her love and their united will. The coral shard ignited in her hand, radiating a golden luminescence that drew upon the essence of all her loved ones and allies to enshroud her and her nearby companions in a cocoon of light.

But what had originally been meant to be used as a way to bolster and strengthen their spirits, came instead as a protective shield, just in time to dull whatever the Sith had unleashed.

The Force screamed out in pain, as if a dark monolith had been thrown into its stream, altering the natural flow. Briana almost grimaced, feeling that pain linger near the back of her mind as the malevolent aura tried to pull her south.

Releasing a deep breath, she consigned the glowing shard into one of her belt satchels and unlatched the blade hanging at her hip.

“Do you feel that too?” Briana asked, turning to Rik Perris as the hair on her arms rose slowly, a chilled air shooting down the length of her spine in tandem — one that had nothing to do with the change in weather — even as the skies finally opened up and a cool rain began to slide down her face and drench her.

Something was very wrong.

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[Starlin Rand]

Previously...​

“You’re staying here,” Starlin said, holding up a finger as if pointing at the teenager in front of him would make him seem more authoritative. There was no fething way he was bringing her along, but forcing her to accept it was another matter entirely.

Lara didn’t buy it. “I need to see Kyla,” she said. Her body trembled when she spoke, yet she clenched her fists by her sides. She’ll make a great Jedi one day, he thought. One of those gentle, meek ladies with durasteel spines.

“It’s too dangerous.” He gestured to the battle raging outside their port window, visible in the vast emptiness of space. “That’s what it looks like in orbit, it’s gonna be just as bad on the ground, if not worse.” Seeing the desperate look on her face, he tried a different approach. “Look, I know it’s scary and you’re worried about her. We both need to focus on saving Kyla, but if you go with me, I’ll have to split my focus between the two of you. That’s why you should stay.”

He watched her steadily weaken, childish courage giving way to reason. “Okay,” she said, sinking into the pilot’s chair. “I’ll mind the ship.”

“Atta girl.” He clapped an encouraging hand on her shoulder before heading to the hangar, where he took his starfighter down to the surface of the planet.

Starlin had lived through two previous invasions of Coruscant. The first happened when he was just a kid; his mother, freshly out of rehab and having kicked her abusive boyfriend to the curb, turned their apartment into a temporary shelter for homeless war orphans. That was when the Sith Empire attacked.

The second time, Starlin was a Jedi Knight. He fought on the ground, mostly cleaning up Sithspawn monstrosities unleashed on the streets in the aftermath of the battle. That was when the Brotherhood of the Maw attacked.

Now it was the… uhh… the “dark empire”? Was that really what they were going with? Or was this the Sith Order? He lost track. Point was, Dark Siders were invading his homeworld again. He would’ve gladly joined the fight, were it not for the fact that he was here on other business.

Once he breached the cloud cover, the expanse of the ecumenopolis spread out before him. Glittering city lights shone below—along with the less innocent lights of fires, explosions, and blaster bolts. The invasion was in full swing.

Kyla could be anywhere, lost within the labyrinth of lives crushed together, trying to survive. He made no attempt to try and pick her out from among the crowds. Instead, he called upon the Force itself to lead his way—to bring him to she whom it had willed him to train…

Zaavik Perl​

 

[Orwrex]

Location: Enroute to Coruscant
Allies: Vorik
Enemies: Briana Sal-Soren Rik Perris

Orwrex would be beside his fellow Knight of Ren Vorik. Both of them would be heading into the fray along with Orwrex's droid known as "Dark" The R5 unit was pacing back and forth, also eager to head into battle. It wasn't long ago that Orwrex had upgraded the droid's murder programming, and he looked forward to see how the droid would fair in a high intense situation. Orwrex was an assassin, but he couldn't say that he had fought in a battle. He had witnessed the fight between the Jedi Enclave of Jakku and the Brotherhood of the Maw when he was a boy, meeting Kyrel Ren himself. Coruscant would be something else entirely different to him, but he was not alone. He had Vork and Dark with him to see the mission carried out, even as nervousness would bubble within him. Even as he sat within his seat besides Vorik.



"I hope you are ready for this fight, if not. Well, you got me and Dark. We'll make sure you'll be alright." Orwrex would find himself saying to Vorik, for he wondered if the man could handle himself. It didn't matter, for Detritus had preached that the Knights of Ren were often strong together, there was no doubt, for they were all guided by the World Eater's will, one way or another. Orwrex would look back to his droid, before watching as Detritus would be at the cockpit of the Night Vulture. The Vulture was a unique stealth ship that was to harken back to the Third Imperial Civil War, perfect to slip through Coruscant's defenses. Orwrex watched as the big man himself stood from his seat, and started to speak holy words, words to empower the Knights of Ren hoping to give the will needed for battle. Orwrex would listen carefully as Detritus spoke. Orwrex would nod slowly to the man, he moved as if to kneel taking the words uttered as if his life depended on it. It could seem unsettling to Vorik, but Orwrex wished to make the newly added brother to the Knights feel more at ease. Before Orwrex could say anything to Vorik in hopes of continuing the conversation, the proximity alarm blared loudly.



Detritus quickly moved back to his seat, grabbing the control yokes as the ship exited from hyperspace, only to be greeted by the chaotic battle starting to play out. TIE Fighters swarmed, and X-Wings chased after, and vice versa. Orwrex was greeted by the red and greens of turbolaser fire, as he felt himself strapping into his seat, his safety belt clipping in. Dark on the other hand was not so fortunate, as the Vulture would find itself rapidly descending towards the atmosphere with X-Wings quickly given chase. "DOOOOOOOOWWWWW" Dark would scream loudly as the R5 Astromech droid was being violently slammed against the bulkhead of the ship, while Detritus would zip and zag through the Coruscant skylines and skyscrapers, avoiding the laser blasts of both pursuing X-Wings and defensive turbolasers that were firing at the Vulture.



Detritus would yell for the Knights to hang on. Dark was still getting tossed back and forth, and Orwrex was clinging to his safety belt as if his life depended on it. He could feel the force of Detritus's evasive actions slam Orwrex against his seat with a grunt. His seat shook as felt the impact of a laser blast towards the Vulture. The speed quickly gaining as Detritus yelled. Dark was still rolling back and forth, and Orwrex would cling to the belt tightly, while the ship was rapidly descending did he hear. "WOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW" sound from Dark as he was violently thrown against the bulkhead of the Vulture once again, Orwrex would violently press against the safety belt as he felt the Night Vulture crash hard onto whatever surface they had landed.

 

[Darth Apophion]

House of Cards.
Location: Coruscant, Jedi Temple

Darth Apophion stood on the bridge of his ship, Sangre de Espada, as it broke through the final defensive perimeter of Coruscant. The capital of the Galactic Alliance lay beneath him, a sprawling metropolis that had long been a symbol of Jedi power and the Galactic Alliance. Apophion's heart burned with the fire of vengeance, a fire that had been ignited years ago when the Ashlan Crusade had ravaged the Sith Worlds.

The ship's sleek, black hull shimmered as it descended through the atmosphere, cutting through the clouds like a blade. The cityscape of Coruscant spread out below, the Jedi Temple standing tall in the distance, an arrogant beacon of light amidst the urban sprawl. Apophion's grip tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber as he gazed upon it, his mind filled with the memories of loss and destruction inflicted by the Ashlan Crusade.

"Prepare for my deployment," he ordered, his voice cold and resolute. The crew of the Sangre de Espada moved with swift precision, their loyalty to Apophion and the New Sith Order evident in their every action. The ship's landing gear extended, and with a jarring thud, it touched down in the heart of the capital.

The landing craft descended upon the surface of Coruscant, the sounds of battle growing louder as they approached. Apophion felt the dark side thrumming through his veins, its power fueling his every step. He had been a young man when the Ashlan Crusade had ravaged his home, left to fend for himself in the ruins. Now, as a Sith Lord, he would make them pay.

The ramp lowered, and Apophion stepped out into the open, the oppressive air of Coruscant filling his lungs. The sounds of battle already echoed through the streets, the invasion in full swing. Sith forces clashed with the defenders, laser fire and explosions creating a symphony of chaos. Apophion's dark cloak billowed behind him as he advanced, his presence commanding and formidable. He was not just another Sith Lord; he was a harbinger of vengeance, a symbol of the retribution that the New Sith Order would bring upon those who had wronged them. His eyes, burning with the intensity of his anger, were fixed on the Jedi Temple.

With a flick of his wrist, his lightsaber ignited, the vermillion blade casting an eerie glow. The doors of the Temple began to open, and Apophion prepared to face his enemies, his heart pounding with anticipation. The invasion of Coruscant had begun, and with it, the fall of the Jedi. Darth Apophion reached the base of the Jedi Temple steps, his gaze fixed on the towering structure before him. The Temple, once a symbol of peace and light, now stood as a testament to the hypocrisy and arrogance of the Jedi.

The Sith Lord's black cloak billowed in the wind as he began his ascent, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. Three temple guards, alerted to his presence, moved to intercept him. They stood firm, their lightsabers igniting with a collective hum, casting a blue and green glow against the pristine white stone of the steps.

"You shall not pass, Sith!" one of the guards declared, his voice steady but tinged with underlying fear.

Apophion's response was a cold, mirthless smile. With a flick of his wrist, his own lightsaber, vermillion blade illuminated his determined visage. He moved with the speed and grace of a predator, his lightsaber a blur of deadly precision.

The first guard lunged at him, his blue blade aiming for Apophion's chest. With a swift parry, Apophion deflected the strike and countered with a powerful upward slash, cutting through the guard's defenses and striking him down. The guard's body crumpled to the ground, his lightsaber extinguishing with a hiss.

The second guard hesitated, eyes wide with the realization of his fellow Jedi's fate. Apophion wasted no time, his movements fluid and relentless. He advanced, his lightsaber carving a path of destruction. The guard tried to mount a defense, but Apophion's fury was unstoppable. With a sweeping horizontal strike, he disarmed the guard and followed up with a lethal thrust, piercing the guard's heart.

Breathless and bloodied, the last guard stood before him, defiance in his eyes. "You will not desecrate this place," he spat, raising his lightsaber for a final stand.

Apophion regarded him with cold indifference. "The desecration was yours," he said, his voice a low growl. "The Ashlan Crusade brought ruin upon my people. Today, I bring justice."

With a swift, final motion, Apophion struck, his lightsaber slicing through the guard's defenses and ending his life. He stood amidst the bodies, his breathing steady, his eyes fixed on the now unguarded entrance of the Jedi Temple. The battle was far from over, but this victory was a crucial step towards his ultimate goal.

 

[Aether of the Iron Order]

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

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

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

TAGS:


Opp: SCAR Daraho Arvyd Eiric Ardos Innis Tarring
Ally: Jonyna Si

Blaster fire and explosions fill the air as four TIE fighters swoop down, targeting Jonyna, a skilled Jedi, who stands her ground, deflecting shots but clearly outnumbered.

As the TIE fighters circle above, their lasers scorching the ground near Jonyna and drawing closer, a sudden, ominous presence emerges from the shadows. The air hums with a low, mechanical whirring as Aether, the Iron Knight, leaps to her defense.

In a fluid motion, Aether's four additional arms unfold from his back, each one bristling with advanced machinery. The sight is terrifying as the mechanical savior designed for war moves with inhuman grace, extending his extra limbs.

Two of Aether's arms immediately project powerful energy shields, forming a protective barrier around Jonyna. The shields absorb and deflect the incoming laser blasts from the TIE fighters, creating a brief, blinding flash of energy each time they are hit.

Aether's remaining arms spring into action, each one equipped with a different weapon. Two arms brandish a high-powered blaster, sending precise shots toward the point fighter, targeting its cockpit.

Aether's head swivels, his multi-spectral sensors and the Multi-Frequency Targeting and Acquisition System (MTAS) working in tandem to track the movements of all four TIE fighters. His enhanced optics lock onto their flight paths, predicting their next moves with eerie precision.

The head that spun about stares at Jonyna as its blue photoreceptors whirr. "Stay vigilant, my friend," Aether's voice resonates clearly. "Allow me to handle this," he adds, the calm in his tone conveying both reassurance and command.

 

[Kaleleon]

OBJECTIVE: Protect the Temple
LOCATION: Jedi Temple - Rooftops
TAGS: Ibaris Varanin | Valery Noble | Mahsa | Drifter
EQUIPMENT: Armor | Shield | Sunfire Sword | Knife | Shatter Pistol | DMR

Where my heart is, rests my very Soul...​

Several Days Prior....

This meeting was unexpected. Being called to a specific location in which Valery Noble wished to meet me. I wasn't really dressed for an audiance. In fact, just in the Jedi Jumpsuit. One in which I wore quite often. However, as I came to stand beside her, looking out from the glass to the view below. The Council chambers were empty for the moment. Which confused me. As normally, should people be meeting, there would be the members here. Yet her silent words reached my ears. Softly speaking my name.

She spoke of the current circumstances. How everything we have built, defended, and fought for, is in jeopardy. All of it will be thrown into Chaos with the coming battle. Everyone knew it was happening. I had already prepared my gear and armor for this fight. However, the words of this was that she wanted Jedi to defend the Temple. Jedi who she could trust with the upmost confidence. It was the very next words, that caught me off guard.

A Jedi Knight. Someone who can become the leader they once were in combat, to safeguard the padawans, and others of the Temple. To be more than just on any kind of probation. She wanted not me, Kale, the Jedi Padawan, But Kaleleon Seleare. The Knight who stood against all without fear. Without doubt. With the final words of asking should I accept, I stood straight. My eyes drifting from her visage as she looked out upon all beneath the tower.

There was this, feeling that welled up within me. A honoring of what I had done. What I had gone through. Who I became with so much strife, and tribulations. For that, I was given the rank of Knight. My eyes drifted out to the view as well. A silence hang between us as I could also feel the weight. Not of a heavy air, but the weight of responsibility. The weight of being someone who people looked up to again. Someone who others may value as more than just another Jedi. That weight, would now rest upon my shoulders.

"I accept."

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The booming of starships flying over head. The oppressive might of the Darkened Empire was upon us. Yet here I stood. Breathing in deeply against the density of a humidity that was our skies. The planet was under siege. These Sith, reformations of the Brotherhood of the Maw had returned under the man who HE had paid the ultimate sacrifice to bring his life to an end. Yet now, he had returned. Somehow. It was this oppressive feeling that continued to weight heavily upon all who stood within the temple. However, I stood clear, tall, and resilient.

The Jedi, Defense Force, Fleets, Everyone had mobilized for this. Everyone was ready. And so, we prepared. I most of all. Having been Knighted, everyone had been told as such. Given this new title, I would wear it well. Once more donning my armor. The accolades of my wars, my battles, my spirit draped across the belt and hanging. So many of them there were, it looked like a battle kama. A warrior skirt. Even as the Sith forces threatened to hammer down upon us, I knew, that Valery trusted me. The Nobles trusted me. The Council trusted me.

Grabbing the helmet, I looked upon the faceplate. Staring into the helm. it had been such a long time since I had worn this for war. For battle. The Metal plumage upon the top, shining in the lights above my head. Closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply. The Weight of Atlas alone would feel insignificant to what I felt now. The Man who was cursed to carry the galaxy upon his shoulders. Yet here I am, doing the very same. Knowing well, that should we fail, More will be doomed to be like Tython. With haste, I placed the helm upon my head. Strapping it up and then making my way towards the rooftops of the temple.

Many of the Masters would be guarding the main entrances. While I would be headed for the Rooftops and the escarpments where others may attempt to break through our rear lines. Even as my thunderous bootsfalls echoed in the halls, I received hails of luck, of wishing the force to be with one another. That we trust in the force. Even some directly saying Knight. It filled me with a sense of pride to know that this was real. However, those thoughts quickly faded. For they didn't need Kale anymore. Nor did I. Kaleleon would be the man who smiled in the face of these Sith. Even as they empowered themselves to fight against us.

Once I made my way closer to the precipice, is when the attack began. I was not quite in position, but close enough. It was without warning, that almost all who were around me began to scream, and race. Even I could feel the sudden heaviness. One that was not natural, but that of the Force. A Dark presence which purveyed across the entirety of the temple. This weight, it killed any sense of haste for me. Weight unbearable. A fear rose within me, yet just as quickly, I shut it out. Smiling once more. Focusing myself. Drawing great strength to myself and those who were around me. A valor for which Jedi could fight back from.

I growled through my smile as I sensed the darkest and heaviest from which this power came from. The source of such a strength. It clearly was going to be a Sith Lord. One in which I knew I had to remove. That I WILL remove. Rushing forward, I gripped the Ward of Dawn. In my right hand, Urion, the Sunfire Sword of my people. Yet the blue flames shining brightly past the wolf's maw. Licking the air with an intensity from the force.

"Everyone who can, Fight back with meditation if you can. Aid others to fight these effects. Aid all you can so that those who can fight won't be hindered."

Spoken through the Communication system, I was hoping some would catch it. Maybe they would follow through with this. namely, because I had faced such powers before. Reminding me all too well of fighting Sith in the Great Hyperspace War. Now, I will aid those I could. Providing knowledge, and leadership when I can. Still racing through the halls, I reached the summit. I knew I could feel the power flowing from such a powerful being. It took little time to prepare my body, slamming the door off the track with a powerful kick. Aided by the armor. Flying through the air and crashing to the floor.

Rushing in, before me was a Sith, All the power in the word at the hands of this individual. The Soldiers who were here, protecting this Battle Meditation of the corruption, raced towards me. And without hesitation, I fought back.

 

[Jogon]

Location: Coruscant, Jedi Temple - West Wing
Objective: Denounce the Evils of Truth and Love

Allies: Isar
Enemies: Jenn Kryze | Corazona von Ascania

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The Dark Side was an incredible intoxicant. It was rare that one should come under the power of both battle meditation and a web of Dark Side. The dread powers of the Empire were mixing with the already potent aura of fear, anguish, and misery present at any battle. Some people - the ignorant and uninitiated - would call it corruption. That was not the sensation Jogon felt. It was energizing. Liberating. It gave him an awareness and clarity unlike anything he had experienced. ​

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Everything before this battle was a distant dream. Now he was awake. Every cell of his being was charged with an abyssal power, roaring to be let loose. And this being the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, there was no shortage of subjects to loose it on. Jogon was, in fact, only dimly aware of Isar's presence as his accomplice or the detachment of stormtroopers that very wisely stayed behind them.​

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Perhaps if he had not been so engorged on the Dark Side and the battle, Jogon might have noticed that entering the Jedi Temple had been easier than expected. There were only a few Alliance troopers running around, and most of them had made it a point to try and launch a fighting retreat. Emphasis being on try.​

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The doors to the west wing blew open, and Jogon stalked through the dust. He was armored, though it was nothing special. Polished black, no helmet. Style commanded it and his personal augments allowed for it. His standard crimson lightsaber had been modified: the hilt was longer, heavier... And two small jets emerged from it. A little plasma crossguard. You only ever invade Coruscant once, if at all. Might as well bring something nice.​

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He actually hesitated when his yellow-rimmed eyes fell on Corazona. "You again," His gaze flicked to the Mandalorian. "And you found yourself a dog..."​

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Jogon made a gesture as if he was reaching behind him, though in reality he seized the nearest heavy object with the Force. In this case, a meticulously crafted bronzium bust of Joshua Dragovalor, a famous (depending on who you asked) Jedi Master.​

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He flung it with impossible force at Jenn.​

 

[Olorion Fossk]

Location: Jedi Temple
Tags: Valery Noble Detritus Ren
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike, Light Armor

The travel down toward the planet was rough to say.

All the fighters, X-wings, A-wings and the like were striking out to bring us down from the sky. While sure we were attempting to go down to the planet surface anyways, There was a necessary idea for us trying to strike into the heart of the Temple. To smash through them and to make quite the entrance. The purpose was to break in and cause as much trouble as possible. Even for one such as myself, would not be the more difficult of things to do. However, that was taking a detour.

Having joined the Knights of Ren for this fight, I had been tasked by my father to join them. So that I might learn from all aspects of our respective Orders. His thoughts were to be as knowledgeable as possible about all within his sphere of influence, and that one day I may make my own. For that notion, today was the day I hung out with the Knights of Ren. Near Sith who worshiped differently than Sith, yet they were near to the very idea. Which is why they so sought to be with the Darkened Empire of my father's.

Holding the saber within my hand, The rocking back and forth, shaking and even the initial blast of striking the engines shook us about. Bracing myself as much as possible, I endured the blow as we landed. Even if I had been thrown directly into the door that led to the vessels exit, There was little pain. More so just dizziness of being jostled so heavily.

However, there was a great and powerful influence within the force. Someone was practicing Battle Meditation. However, it was for us. I could feel the empowerment. I could feel the strength flowing through me suddenly. Wiping away any dizziness that I may have had before. A deep smirk shone underneath the helmet as I dropped out of the vessel. Landing hard onto the ground, I could hear the mass of boots hitting the ground. Troopers of the Galactic Alliance had seen our vessel landed, and intended to meet us and take out any survivors. Looking back to the vessel, it was clear that some were still inside. For now, I had to make it fast. The force reaching behind me, yanking parts of the ship and throwing them into the direction of the oncoming men, many struck hard. Flinging them back or outright killing them from the force.

The Crimson blade ignited. Using it in Soresu, I held black blaster bolts even as the off hand reached out for more and sent all the more debris from our landing into the oncoming men. Knocking down a few squads down to just one or two before I had to take cover from how much blaster fire was being sent at me.

"Knights, Need a little aid here. I can't take on almost a platoon from this distance."

 

[Ryana mina]

Allies: Jonyna Si Arla Rodarch Master Jake Judah
Enemies: Urienz Tyrael |

Ryana stood there in the rain and lightning the sense of dread fear mistrust and darkness it wasn't New to her the feeling of fear it was an old unwelcome friend in the back of her mind it brought bake memories of her time on nar shadda fearing her hutts whip. The mistrust of not knowing who was a snitch and who wasn't among the slaves around her she pushed the memories out of her mind. Focusing her mind she couldn't stop her hands from shaking in fear as the imperials came she ignited her purple lightsaber steam rising from it. She would fight the imperials standing her ground her lightsabers hurrikane crystal helping guide her towards weaknesses. In the enemies armor her body was feeling sluggish as she danced around a few enemies blocking attacks she was got a cut across her arm from an enemy as she quickly cut them down as she looked around.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Eloise watched as a group of relief workers accomplished the same thing with repulsors that her master had with the Force, using the technology to lift rubble and free those pinned underneath it. Technology had a way of replacing the gods and magic of old. If only Zaathru hadn’t still been in its bronze age when her parents arrived to conquer it…

Amani set the rubble aside, and turned to face the long street ahead. At the edge rested a tower, once innocuous, now pulsing with perverse energy. “Do you feel that, Eloise? We need to remove it.”

Amani had adopted the same steely tone she used when performing surgery. Eloise let out an affirmative grunt in response, turning away from the workers and following her master toward the tower. While she had waged war on a planetary scale before, this was the Padawan’s first true intergalactic battle—the Mandalorian invasion of Ukatis having been a mere drop in the bucket in comparison to the storm raining down on Coruscant.

Everyone had tried to reassure her that a star war was not like the wars she’d fought back home. The Sith were monstrous villains straight out of a storybook, and the Alliance, while not without its flaws, were obviously the good guys. In her heart, Eloise did not believe it. There were monsters on all sides of every conflict. But since the GA were the ones being invaded at the moment, she couldn’t put their word to the test. This was a battle for survival.

As they approached the tower, the Dark presence resolved itself into individual forms. “I sense about half a dozen guards,” she said. “Under the influence of battle meditation, they’ll fight like ‘roided-up zealots.” But surely they were no match for the two of them.

Amani Serys Darth Vinaze Sorren Moonstrider​