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Death To The False Emperor (Coup of the Dark Lord, Open to all One Sith)

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
"Stay back from the whip!" She turned her attention to the weapon platforms on the roofs of buildings opposite [member="Darth Vidar"]. [member="Gulliver Foyle"] had men who had helped before. Perhaps they could lend a hand again. "Artillery operators, can you get rid of the loyalist Sith in the courtyard? We have a few who are causing some problems. I don't think they'd mind a bit of overkill."

As she waited for a reply, Bethany ducked behind cover as new orders from Mephirium crackled through her helmet. She cast a sharp glance at Vidar as she replied, "As you command, my lord." She switched to a more localized broadcast. "Remaining 501st, fall back toward the palace or already fortified buildings and maintain the best positions for keeping back or killing the loyalists. Remember that our main goal is to secure the palace so no loyalists get back in. Tal'tor, with me."

Annie and her men broke for the palace at a run while keeping a sharp outlook for potential interceptions, but they managed to make it to the doors with no trouble. The 501st guarding the doors let them pass without question. Bethany followed her HUD until she slowed to a stop behind the would-be emperor's advancing party. She nodded a polite greeting to Aelius, her counterpart in the royal guard. "Well then. Let's take care of that little problem, shall we?" She looked to the other named figure, one she knew less well. His status and name were known to her, but the mute was still mostly an unknown. She hadn't yet determined how best to befriend the unlikely ally.

Picking up her speed to advance ahead of Mephirium with the expectation that Aelius, Satsujin-sha and the others would follow, Bethany led the way to clear a path for him to the throne room. There was no doubt in her mind that most of the loyalist leaders would have congregated before their false lord. A gesture from Tal'tor's captain slowed her to a more cautious movement and she let the man direct his squad to arrange themselves in preparation to engage the enemy. Annie glanced back at her allies, gave a short nod to acknowledge they understood what was coming. Then gave a silent hand signal to her men.

Half of the squad lit up the loyalist group waiting outside the Dark Lord's throne room as three dashed across the hall's entrance to take up a safe location across the way for better crossfire. Bethany stayed with her allies and fired from the partial cover of a corner, knowing it would come to melee combat soon enough.

[member="Aelius Varangian"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Kiro Masahide"]

[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Drana'stair'eno"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Acarus"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="The Handmaiden"]
 
Location: Palace
Objective: Call for Fire
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] and Co.
Enemies: Loyalists
Target: [member="Darth Vidar"]



Bethany Haverford said:
"Artillery operators, can you get rid of the loyalist Sith in the courtyard? We have a few who are causing some problems. I don't think they'd mind a bit of overkill."
The call for fire came down, and the guns responded.

This time, the fire was more concentrated. Definitely danger close, probably not a good idea to break out the white phosphorous.

Ten mortar rounds arced towards the designated Sith, high explosives with variable timed fuzes. Behind them came another ten rounds from the howitzers, with a similar loadout. Some of the rounds would explode on impact, others a few feet off the ground. They were all sheafed into a ten meter box around the designated target area.

In theory, that should be enough to get the job done. In practice, Force Users tended to be crafty little buggers. Unfortunately, there were friendly troops too close by to really scour the area.

::Splash, over.::
 
Friends: [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Drana'stair'eno"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Acarus"] | [member="The Handmaiden"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], associated acts

Location: The Palace

There was as a sound that, to Darth Adekos, signified that very soon a large legion of individuals was coming this way. Casting a look around, Adekos noticed that there weren't enough people on this side of the conflict to constitute a large legion. "I'll be right back." He announced, loudly, at which point he rather promptly vanished from sight. His presence in the Force lingered a moment longer before eventually being snuffed out as well.

It was anyone's guess as to whether or not he would actually return. The Umbaran was already gone by the time Mephirium's forces opened fire on the loyalists lingering outside.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAC9Ecf1Xgc​
"Your mother passed away because she was a non-believer to my cause. Do you know what will happen to you if you do the same?
You will honor my name. You will carry a legacy, and should you fail, you bring about shame and disgrace to our ancestors and species as a whole. Our blood is nobility, do not soil it."


This was a slaughter waiting to happen. Satsujin-sha followed closely behind [member="Bethany Haverford"], dropping down to a knee and sliding into cover with his slugthrower in hand. The Dark Lord's Hand popped from around his corner and squared off four rounds in rapid succession, nailing some of the loyalist dogs and dropping them where they stood. The mute looked to his allies and holstered his pistol, reaching for the hilt of his sacred blade. The cry of the cybernetic sheath against the cold metal of Kakawarazu rang out in a resonating chime. The Hand stood calmly, almost as if he were a statue for but a brief, unpredictable moment. Darting out from behind cover, Satsusjin-sha charged toward a small group of loyalists and dropped down into a whirlwind slide, slicing through the armed men with ease.

Standing upright and flicking the blood from his blade, Satsujin-sha looked back to his allies and gave a simple nod, the area was secure for the meantime.

This false lord, this icon. Could he withstand the dedication and fury of a few? Could his lackeys be competent enough to end what they could only view as a farce? In the face of adversity, there would be no worry of failure. This was futile, but it was well worth severing loyalist heads and more importantly, the spine. Crippled is how they should be, withering and begging for a merciful end or an aid. This moment would not be taken away from Satsujin-sha.

The mute took cover once more and waited.

...Kakawarazu hungered...

[member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Aelius Varangian"]
 
AREA:​ Dark Temple to Palace
ALLIES: [member="Darth Mephirium"], All Rebel Sith Forces
ENEMIES: All Loyalists

"GET TO YOUR SHIPS!" Kentarch shouted over his communicator device. The Dark Temple had surprisingly been secured, however the fight around the Palace had only intensified. It was time to redeploy his mercenaries to Palace to aide in the final assault. Kentarch's men rushed back to their respective transports, and the Sith Lord himself quickly boarded The Black Mercury. "All units keep low to the city-surface, Blood Dusk maintain position." The Sith Lord ordered.

It did not take long for Kentarch's forces to reach just outside the courtyard, the areas held by allied rebels making a stand against the Dark lord. "All units get ready for a combat landings! Make a push towards the palace, maintain control of landing zones!" He shouted. The Black Mercurcy however did not land, but merely dropped low enough for Darth Kentarch to jump down into the Courtyard ahead of his own personal forces, into the middle of the fray between the loyalists and advancing Sith Rebel and mercenary forces. His lightsaer coming to life he charged into a group of loyalists. With command of the force, a powerful telekinetic blast from his that sent a dozen men flying from their feet. It would only be a few more moments before he would reach the Palace itself.
 
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] and others
Enemies: Nobody engaged right now
Objective: Watch how things unfold

She had stayed relatively back from the fray, preferring to use her probe droids to observe and record the ongoing conflict. So much destruction being wrought, but progress being made. Lord Mephirium's forces had taken the Dark Temple, what was left of it anyway, although the main academy was currently on Glee Anselm ever since the Galactic Alliance leveled the old one in a raid.

Still, she kept her distance but was present if needed by Lord Mephirium. Brute force conflicts were not her thing at all, she liked the quiet and manipulative games if at all possible. Not much room for that on a raging war zone.
 

Tyberius Fel

Rightful Galactic Emperor
In Orbit
The tidings of war appeared grim for the task force of battered Star Destroyers under the command of Moff Joffie, other than a small cheer of celebration lighting up the bleak faces of the battle weary naval officers upon the bridge of Joffie's Flagship as they witnessed a Wrrylok Class Star Destroyer flare up with a chain of fiery explosions like a ruptured pustule and like many of it's comrades, be pulled by the phantom hand of Coruscant's gravity to it's urban grave. The euphoria of victory lived briefly however, as an unusual looking warship repaid their victory in unleashing a payload of proton torpedoes. With the aid of power diverted from the idling engines to shields, only the infamous thick hulls of the Star Destroyers saved nearly the entire forward fleet from annihilation. Even Joffie and his command staff were forced to hold onto railings until the shudder from proton explosions subsided.

"Focus fire on that blasted torpedo ship!"

Taking a moment to shake off the slew of minor damages inflicted by the first barrage, the three Star Destroyers in formation together began to focus the majority of their turbolaser fire upon the Chrysalide. The torpedo warship aligned itself to face one of the weaker Star Destroyers and with a single, massive bombardment, utterly obliterated it. Only the brief screams of his subordinates -- his men howled in Moff Joffie's comms before being snuffed out like an amber. Another foul cursed escaped the Moff's mouth. He ordered one of his subordinates to pull him on the line with the Admiral incharge of the over all operation.

"My forces have sustained heavy fire. Requesting permission to engage in a tactical withdrawal."

Brief static.

"Negative, Moff Joffie. You are to stay and hold for reinforcements."

Moff Joffie furrowed his brow in frustration.

"Can I get a ETA?"

"ETA indeterminate."

Moff Joffie patiently awaited for the commlink to be terminated before cursing savagely to the and the cruel deity who arranged this sordid affair. We're sacrificial lambs! Shaking his head, Moff Joffie arranged his last, desperate stroke. He ordered the damaged Star Destroyer which earlier he had commanded to maneuver itself over the enemy fleet to reposition above the torpedo warship and unleash it's orbital bombardment payload. Weapons meant to glass a entire planet within hours or perhaps a day or two would be channeled into a single enemy ship. Simultaneously, the Moff barked out orders for the bombers to launch a sortie on the enemy torpedo warship in a effort to knock out it's shield generators -- unescorted, as the entire unit of friendly X-Wings were engaged in vicious dog fighting with the enemy Allegiants. Finally, the other remaining two Star Destroyers would refocus engine power into weapon systems and completely focus all firepower on the torpedo warship.

Orders transmitted, Moff Joffie collapsed into his command chair, massaging his temples. One of his younger staff officers scurried up to the side of the command chair, a frightened expression upon a face caked with sweat within an air conditioned ship. "..What do we do now, sir?" Joffie considered this for a moment. They were outnumbered, outgunned and may have been very damned well out of their minds, with a slew of 'neutral' fleets stalking the boundaries of the naval battle like a Tetan Vulture around a ill and weakened animal.

With a resigned shrug: "We show them we know how to die gallantly."

On the Ground
Aelius swept past a collection of shattered corpses, broken pillars and obliterated weapons emplacements into the Palace of the Dark Lord. Before him, an artillery shell exploded through the palace antechamber, spraying the floor infront of the Royal Guard with a vile mixture of flesh and rubble. Undeterred, he halted only to listen patiently to the commands of Mephirium. "As you will it, your majesty." Some would characterize Aelius as a unthinking tool of the powerful. To follow orders from a man he hardly knew with such a stringent valor, even to potential death. And to a extent? They'd be right. But Aelius never deserved power for himself, not wealth and he had lost his love long ago. Could he flee? Most certainly. But to what? To live the life of a trifling bounty hunter, mercenary, fighting for credits to fulfill the meaningless primal needs of the body for the mere sake of it. To serve the petty despots and fiefdoms at the outer rim of the galaxy, the 'Emperors' and Supreme Commanders who desperately clung to Imperial glories like a wailing infant refusing to separate from it's mother?

No.

Purpose. It was why Aelius fought, why he always fought. Not out of a dimwitted servitude, but to serve a cause higher than himself, to fight for order within the galaxy, to fight for true peace, to lay upon one's death bed -- whether it be hospital or battlefield -- in contentment with knowing the annals of history would forever be changed for the better thanks to one's sacrifice. And no more than here, were the strands of fate more delicate. It was with this thought that Aelius revitalized his muscles and sharpened his senses with the force, held his forcestaff firmly in a guard position and bellowed out a challenge to those who wished to intercept his master: "Who among you seek to join your false Dark Lord in the afterlife?"



[member="Ajira Cardei"]

[member="Darth Mephirium"] & friends.



OOC Note:
Gear:

Royal Guard Armor

Force Pike (Which I sometimes refer to as a force staff)

Double Vibrostaff

Heavy Blaster Pistol​
 
(Have not had any replies from the opposition in 48 hours. Moving to the throne room.)

Location: Palace

Nearby Allies: Bethany Haverfordhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10722-bethany-haverford/, Kiro Masahide, Aelius Varangian, First Daughter, Allana S'hadar, Rexus, Greta Kohler,Rigor, Abelain Narv'uk, Varus Shatterstar, Julian Valentine, @Ghorua the Fish, Grozkalla, Laguz Vald Thrukk Gulpdar, others...

Nearby Enemies: Gunther Creedhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6975-gunther-creed/, Drana'stair'eno, Darth Adekos, Darth Acarus, Isamu Baelor, Darth Ophidia, The Handmaiden others...

Objective: Kill the Dark Lord


The opposition was fierce, but the 501st was fiercer.

The battle raged throughout the palace, loyalists holding back the usurper's forces in multiple spaces. Mephirium was sure they would all crumble soon enough, and if they did not, then perhaps the Dark Lord's death would make them falter. Who among them would fight for a dead god - would dare to raise a hand against the being that brought about that god's end?

No one with a brain in their skull.

Aelius and his fellows helped guide the Sith Lord to the Dark Lord's throne room. The fighting here was just as intense as at the entrance, and the Graug vanguard that had marched ahead served as little more than meat shields for Mephirium and his retinue.

Colonel Haverford and Satsujin-Sha would do their part around the temple. So long as they could do their jobs without issue, the palace would be in usurper hands. Mephirium felt a hint of a smile flit across his features. It was hard not to be pleased with yourself in a situation like this. Still, he reminded himself, his arrogance needed to be kept in check.

There was no greater threat to a ruler's hold over his lands than hubris and self-absorption.

Aelius issued a challenge to any who might try and intercept Mephirium. His constituents did the same. Mephirium came to a stop a few steps away from the doors that led to the throne room, trusting that his allies would keep whoever had remained busy while he had a personal meeting with the Dark Lord. He drew upon the force, immersing himself within its depths and allowing its waves to wash over him. Its power bounded about his body for a moment; it was truly exhilarating.

Drawing in a deep breath, he focused that ethereal strength into his fingertips and let it forth. An invisible wall flew toward the doors to the throne room like a crashing speeder. The resulting crash was almost deafening as the doors exploded inward.

Mephirium took a moment to regain his bearings, turned to watch the battle, and, satisfied that he could leave his warriors to the violence, marched on through the doors.
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
((Following the site's 24 hour rule, I am posting again as well.))

Bethany heard and saw several bolts from herself and others strike the various Sith Lords assembled outside the Dark Lord's throne room. The attack and the assistance from other Graug and 501st usurpers drove them back, leaving the way open for Mephirium to reach the Dark Lord's doors. Bethany could hardly keep an eye on him, focused as she was on continuing to drive back the likes of [member="Darth Carach"] and [member="The Handmaiden"].

"Move up!"

At her order, the 501st as one pushed forward, Tal'tor hanging back for covering fire as more heavily armored men and Graug went ahead of them. Bethany, aware that her untreated leg would make her a target rather than an asset if she had to run, stayed behind cover as well. Mephirium could handle himself and he would have Aelius guarding the doors for him for now. Her place was here, keeping off the resistance.

She concentrated her fire on [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] and saw several other soldiers take the signal to do the same. "Tal'tor, find one target."

"Roger." The other team selected [member="Darth Carach"] as the recipient of their fire, allowing their soldiers to get closer in the unexpected solid push to clear an even wider area of control than just the hallway before the throne room that they had now mastered.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Aelius Varangian"]
 
Location: Above Coruscant’s Orbit
Objectives: Defend the Dark Lord/ Defeat Usurpers
Allies: [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="The Handmaiden"]
Enemies: Traitors.

When war was fought, there were thousands of people that dedicated themselves either to one side, or to the next. Some choose to remain neutral, not doing anything but waiting for a side to win. For Admiral Veston, commander of the Sith Lord Velon Ielor’s fleet, he had chosen to fight for the side of the Dark Lord. Veston had served the Sith Lord, and the Sith Navy with extreme loyalty. He had fought to make sure that the Sith continue to maintain its powerful navy, as well as to maintain stability. Now however, that stability was threatened by Darth Mephirium, and his usurpers. As one would expect, Veston would do whatever it took to make sure that those long hours of fighting in space, training with simulations, etc, would not go to waste.

“Sir, we have received the reports from Admiral Stark’s fleet. We have a detailed map of the remaining loyalist, and opposing forces. This is from orbit, as well as from the ground.” One of his communication officers stated.

“Good. Are the starfighters in their ships?” the Admiral asked

“Yes sir”

“Excellent. Prepare to attack. Order your fleet to move into a tight defensive formation. I want escorts cruisers, and frigates flanking our capital ships in a defensive screen. Give me status updates on all our systems in every ship in our fleet every ten minutes. Monitor all frequencies, and communications. Make sure that they can’t hack ours. I know that our shield systems, and weapon systems are in full power, but continue to monitor them. Deploy starfighters immediately.” The Admiral ordered.

The starfighters were deployed, and the Admiral watched from his 3D CIC Map what was happening. He knew everything that was happening from the map. From artillery deployments, to where each major leader was, to the number of forces, and ships each of his enemies had in the ground, and in orbit, as well as where the ships are, etc.

As a senior military officer, the Epicanthix Admiral knew the system inside out. He had ordered for ships/fleets that patrolled in nearby words/sectors/systems to check if there were any enemy ship, and a variety of equipments, including hyperspace listening stations found out that there were no ships. This meant a variety of things, including the fact that no fleet/ship could micro jump from one nearby system, or at the edge of the current system he was in, to Coruscant, as they were no fleets that were close to Coruscant.

As the starfighters descended into orbit, so did his fleet. They were far from the range of any artillery that his enemies had; additionally, they were also far from the Dark Lord’s Palace, as they were descending to Sith Academy. One of the reasons why the Sith Academy had lost was because they lacked any anti aircraft placements, and defenses to defend against the might of Lord Kentauch, and his powerful army. It seemed ironic though that that meant that they couldn’t attack the fleet, and this therefore helped the loyalist fleet. Fortunately for Admiral Veston, Kentauch’s troops also did not possess any weapon to cause harm to any ship –or starfighter-, as their fortified positions didn’t feature anything to target them; additionally, their attack against the Sith Academy on Coruscant would have wasted their ammunition, and since they didn’t resupply themselves, they were significantly less armed, and possessed much more less ammunition than before. As the fleet descended into orbit, the clouds descended from sight; nevertheless, the Admiral’s ships already had their turbolasers, and offensive weaponary targeted at the Dark Blade Dreadnought, ready to destroy it.

Considering the fact that the dreadnought’s port, or any shields for that were matter weren’t activated, it would be hard for them to power up their shield systems not to attack. Before their systems began to power up, Admiral Veston ordered his fleet to attack. The Star Destroyers’ lasers concentrated their attack on the ship from the port side. The repeated attacks from the turbolasers would destroy the ship, and all those in it, at least from his extensive experience.

Since the ship was close to the Sith Temple, any force, loyalist, or otherwise that was quite close to the ship(Including the forces in the temple) would most certainly die, or at least be severely injured. The close proximity between the ship, and the Sith Academy/Temple on Coruscant made survival certainly not true; furthermore, there weren’t any shields whatsoever that could protect a mere building from that type of attack, no matter what form of shielding it is. Admiral Veston’s fleet was also behind the usurpers’ fleet that was in orbit, meaning that they wouldn’t be able to see him; moreover, they were also far away to be out of the range of Darth Venefica's fleet, meaning that their jamming of communications, among other things wouldn't work on them. Fortunately for the Admiral, he also had a considerable starfighter defense force that protected his fleet, as he had not deployed all the fighters he had. The starfighters were ready for anything the enemy had.

As the fleet’s turbolasers(and other offensive weaponary except projectiles) concentrated their attack on the Dreadnought, the starfighters began to attack the artillery positions that were safe in the roof. The pilots that were performing this attack were used to Coruscant, having spent years there training. They had performed flying runs past the Dark Lord’s palace on numerous occasions. This meant that they knew the layout, and each building very well in terms of their outer structure, and the pilots, as well as Admiral Veston was well aware of the fact that the rooftops where the AA weapon, soldiers with SAAMs, and artillery were in had a small length of 5 meters, and a small width of 3 meters. This more or less meant that the troops of the notable artillery specialist, Gulliver Foile were crammed; additionally, there were no shuttles, ground weapons, shuttles, or any one that guarded the artillery weapons other than the anti aircraft (AA) weapons, and the soldiers with SAAMS. Admiral Veston felt slightly sorry for the soldiers that were in these positions, but they were his enemies, and he would do whatever it took to stop them.

The starfighters moved in, at least 1000 of them attacking the artillery weapons that were in the rooftop of the buildings that were closed to the Dark Lord’s Palace. The starfighter pilots knew that the artillery weapons were only in 10 buildings, and that there wasn’t any enemy artillery in any other part of Coruscant; additionally, the starfighter pilots noticed that the artillery weapons, or the AA weapons, and the SAAMs for that matter didn’t have a computer targeted system; additionally, the AA weapons were single turreted, powered by energy batteries. Many starfighters targeted each building –in a loose formation-, and as they fired their laser canons(and all their other weaponary), they also fired their missile, aimed at the rooftop. The missile was a proton torpedo. It had an IFF tracker, meaning that it would attack any one that didn’t have an IFF tag that was in Admiral Veston's fleet(his ships, and starfighters) as well as the loyalist fleets above. Even if the IFF tag didn't work for some magical reason, the torpedoes were already at their going toward the enemy artillery, and most likely wouldn't be able to hit Admiral Veston's starfighters, considering that targeting solutions were already set, and the starfighters were working in an efficient manner. Thankfully, the usurpers didn’t have any anti-missile defense, hopefully meaning that they couldn't defend against such an attack.There no enemy ships, shuttles, or starfighters for that matter that could help the enemy’s artillery, nor were there any ships, shuttles, or starfighters that were close enough to react to the starfighters, expect the small amount of shuttles that were on the ground near the Dark Lord’s Palace; in addition to that, the tightened space where the enemy were in meant that they wouldn’t be able to defend effectively against the starfighters.Even then, the shuttles were archaic, as there was really no specific design to them, and they were just the typical normal shuttle which didn't have any laser canons, or other weaponary and armaments. The loyalists' artillery ammunition was also most likely exhausted, since they had hit multiple loyal targets. The skyscrapers, and this area also didn't have any shield whatsover, and there was no shield generator within this distance that would be able to rpotect the roofs, and the buildings of the skyscrapers. Fortunately, civilians had evacuated that area as most of the forces were in the Dark Lord’s palace; their fortified positions couldn’t deal with the starfighters, or any airborne weapon simply because they didn’t have any anti-aircraft weapon with them. To put it simply, there was no weapon, ground or in the air(other than the SAAMs, or Anti Aircraft lasers) that could deal with Admiral Veston’s starfighters; lastly, since the starfighters already had locations they had already targeted, and already had specific locations to attack, they wouldn’t be bumping to each other.

Just because the fleet(3 Wyrlook, 1 Dark Blade Dreadnought)/starfighters(including the Allegiant class starfighter, KI ES MKI Axe Wing, Raider Class Interceptor, etc) attacked didn’t mean that they weren’t careful. They were vigilant, being well aware that in naval battles, it was rare for someone to get a second chance. The starfighters were well prepared against the enemy fleet, being well aware that they were using impressive ships such as the TIE Bomber, and arguably the greatest starfighter in the Galactic Empire era, the X-Wing They were therefore ready for any surprises, years of being a starfighter pilot having made them be mentally prepared for practically anything.



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As the usupers moved in, the men that were under his command moved in a hybridized pincer, and support and fire movement.

While the enemy attacked, his men also moved in, already ready at their positions. They had a variety of weapons, but most importantly, they had the standard One Sith Armor, with an armorweave karma, as well a belt that held some pistols, etc.

When @Bethany Harford attacked Konrad, Krayzen’s troops, already at their positions, opened fired at her with their verpine shatter gun automatic rifles, firing .50 caliber bullets at a muzzle velocity of at least 600 m/s, at an automatic setting. They also targeted other enemies as well, including those that fired at General Konrad. Fortunately for them, none of the enemies were at the higher levels of the entrance.

Considering that there were no previous scans, nor did any of them use the force to sense where Krayzen’s men were, they were more or less walking into a blind spot; additionally, none of them had attempted to find the positions of the other enemies. Also, the sound of the bullets couldn't be heard, adding to the chances of his enemies not being likely to respond quickly enough to defend/evade the attack.

While his men did this, Krayzen(and his men) remained vigilant, wondering what was going to happen. For the first time in his life, he wondered if he fought for the right side, and if the Dark Lord was truly worthy of his throne?; additionally, he also wondered if Mephirium was perhaps, the better candidate for Dark Lord.
 
| [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Aelius Varangian"] | [member="First Daughter"] | [member="Allana S'hadar"] | [member="Rexus"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Rigor"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Julian Valentine"] | [member="Grozkalla"] | @Laguz Valad | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | @Drana'star'eno | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Acarus"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]| [member="The Handmaiden"] | ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) |

Location: Palace Grounds, en route to the Throne Room
Allies: None
Enemies: Everyone

On, and on, and on, and on, did the worlds spin and the Galaxy continued to exist, in it's constant state of chaos, degradation and flux. Outside of it, within the confines of the unknown, the giant slept, slumbering in the shade of defeat; and within those dark reaches, emerged a Host Lord of power, ready to bring the Galaxy to it's knees. But Armageddon had been prevented. The Primeval were sent to the annuals of history. It's galactic invasion thwarted. And so the giant thought he would return to his slumber...

Hands spread overhead, caught within a mind that remembered, Vilox Pazela slowly opened his eyes among an ecumenopolis. Yellow, predatory eyes lifted themselves in childish wonder to Coruscant, once more engulfed in the flames of war. But he remembered and with it, he would have them. Down within the pits of obscurity, the ever reaching void of the dark side, Vilox Pazela would remember and scream once more, announcing himself to the star ways. By days end, he would savor the congealed taste of blood.

He was on no side, but his own. Armed with only his lightsaber, the Dark Jedi begun to climb. Eyes staring from beneath his hood, he bypassed the embers of Mephirium's destruction. For the fight to reach the precipice of ascension was about over and the battle for who became ruler of a vibrant Empire had just begun.

Opportunity. It was a word best to describe the situation. Mephirium had occupied and cleared the naysayers with his plot, to give way to Pazela's own. Opportunist. That was the best word to describe Pazela in that moment. Watching the events unfold from his pit of obscurity, learning, analyzing, foretelling each factor that lead to the ultimate decision to strike.

Fresh, Vilox Pazela swung his lightsaber into ignition and quietly nodded to the late @Anja Aj'rou. For it had been the Host Lord that had saved him all those years ago, in the beginning years of the Primeval, from the chasm of defeat, that the Dark Lord of the Sith and his One Sith had buried him in.

Without the Host Lord, Pazela would not be here.

Without the Primeval, Pazela would not have been able to sleep.

Without the Unknown Regions to rest, Pazela would not have been able to rebuild himself.

Indiscriminate, the Dark Master unleashed his fury. Crimson red flashed across the stairways, cleaving the bodies of Mephirium and One Sith followers, as the saberthrow arced it's way back to it's owner. Pathway cleared, Pazela left the remnant of the Mephirium insurrection to do what they must, whilst their master was set to face the being, responsible for the rise of the One Sith; and an echo from a time that was yet to come about, from a dead civilization that required avenging.

It was then with a source of opportunity and irony that Vilox Pazela entered the palace, course set for the throne room, of which Darth Mephirium had just entered to confront the Dark Lord of the Sith. For Pazela had been present during the same battle that the mystery behind the One Sith had first announced themselves and subsequently claimed victory over the Jedi Order, that Pazela had been a member of.
 
Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command
Location: Far Orbit above Coruscant
Allies: Loyalists?
Enemies: Mephiriumite Traitors?

The loyalist fleet shifted positions and resumed its assault on the traitors with renewed vigor. It was hard to pinpoint the immediate cause, but the results were clear, and the traitor fleet appeared to stagger under the barrage and began to shift positions to try and counter it. Their commander was good, so it seemed, but he was hopelessly outmatched. If the would-be Emperor wanted to claim the skies over Coruscant he was going to have to either bring in reinforcements or take control of the planetary defenses on the ground and shift the battlefield entirely. The latter at least didn't seem particularly likely so long as [member="Isamu Baelor"] and [member="Darth Carach"] were still running things down below. Or at least so long as the Dark Lord still lived.

A second force, Cyrus was unsure whether it belonged to some traitor Sith Lord or was a loyalist unit, began to descend into Coruscant's atmosphere, presumably to provide support. That took them out of the fight for now, which still left the Inquisition Fleet off on the edge of the system waiting quietly for... something.

"Sir, we've identified the commander of the defense fleet, Admiral Threnody Kun, onboard the Chrysalide." Captain Vayrrel spoke quietly. Cyrus hadn't noticed when she'd stepped near him. He nodded to indicate he'd heard.

That damned ship. Cyrus had faced it several times before, and here it was again. How the Sith had gotten hold of it he had no idea, but the thought of fighting it again had a certain appeal. Maybe he could even sink the bastard, that'd be something for the history books. But right now the odds were just a little too imbalanced for his taste. He wasn't opposed to an uphill battle, but it was hard to see what immediate gain could be had from siding with the Mephirium-aligned forces right now.

Still, no reason to waste free live target practice.

"All ships, begin long-range bombardment on traitor forces engaging the loyalist fleet. Select targets at your discretion, maneuver as necessary. Immediately inform me of any developments."

A few seconds passed with no change in fleet, then almost in unison the long-range turbolasers of two of the Wyyrlok's began to fire, followed shortly after by all of the extended reach weapons of any ship that had them. The Contempt itself shuddered as its long HVC began to fire, a burst of projectiles streaking rapidly across space and slamming into the side of a traitor Wyyrlok. It was all being targeted carefully, with most of the ship commanders treating this as training exercise (subject to change rapidly if the traitor forces reacted), As such the shots, whether from turbolasers, mass drivers, or missiles, were more accurate than normal, but not particularly rapid or focused on any one ship or system.

If the traitors thought they had things bad before they were going to really be regretting things now.

OOC: Ships with long range weapons engaging Mephirium-aligned forces at long range. That's uh, two Dark Blades, four Wyyrloks, several Vanguard-class Cruisers and probably a dozen Boneshatter Frigates at least.


[member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Aelius Varangian"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"]
 
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Acarus"] | [member="The Handmaiden"] |
Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] & co.

[SIZE=11pt]The Major General’s forces that waited outside the palace saw the traitors advance upon the palace from afar. The traitors had not seen the modest unit stationed outside the palace guarding its entrance. The vice-captain of the unit had a bad feeling about the approaching crowd and swiftly entered the palace to warn the Major General about the incoming attack.

Konrad had a look of annoyance on his face when Der Jager burst into the room interrupting conversation. Although Konrad had not verbally ordered them to remain outside, they should have understood their Major General’s wishes having trained under the man for many years.

Sir, the traitors are advancing on the palace and will arrive soon.” The vice-captain announced to the group of individuals of note gathered in the room.

Konrad knew he had to act fast to prepare for the incoming attack. “You,” he pointed to a trained force sensitive clawdite in Der Jager. “Come with me. The rest of you hide and prepare for a counter attack when the time comes.” A third of the men climbed up and hid behind the rafters of the roof, ready to surprise the incoming troops with an attack from above while the rest of the unit hiding on the level below.

After a couple of minutes, Konrad returned dressed in the clawdite’s armour and the clawdite a splitting image of the Major General dressed in the man’s uniform. The changeling understood his orders and was not afraid of death. If he died, he could ensure that his family would be well looked after which was all he had ever wanted.

Konrad hid with the rest of his unit when the traitors stormed in, who concentrated their fire on his body double. The traitors who have never met the real Major General before did not recognise his force signature, would naturally think that the man before them was the real Major General von Grimmelshausen.

Despite the benefits of his death, the clawdite did not intend to die yet and conjured up a protection bubble to protect himself from the incoming fire. Once the round of fire had ended, and [member="Krayzen Dratos"]’ men launched their attack on [member="Bethany Haverford"]’s troops distracting them, the clawdite gestured for Der Jager to open fire on both her and her men. From above, concussion grenades and rained down on the traitors while the rest of the unit opened fire at them on the ground.[/SIZE]
 
Due to the retcon of Darth Vornskr as well as Prazutis being on Coruscant, all previous posts from Prazutis with Vornskr are to be disregarded.

Objective: Defend the Imperial Palace, Kill the Traitors

Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Darth Acarus"] | [member="The Handmaiden"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"]| [member="Bethany Haverford"] | @All Traitors

Civil War. The surface of Coruscant was set on fire as the unity of the One Sith cracked and splintered, two sides falling in upon themselves in an effort to slay the other. A cadre of Sith Lords and their ilk proclaimed the Dark Lord to be a hindrance to the One Sith and further claimed he has to be destroyed in order for the One Sith to ascend to new heights of greatness. They could spin their justification however they wanted to but in the end it was just that, a white lie covering the truth. The Sith Lords were ever power hungry and ambitious individuals always reaching for the stars, it reminded Prazutis of the days of the old Sith Empire all over again with the relentless infighting for Emperor.

The mysterious Dark Lord for a long time was able to reign the ambitions of these Sith Lords in, they even feared and revered the mans great power. None could directly stand up to the Dark Lord on their own for all who tried were swiftly destroyed. It was surprising that the man was able to cull the loyalty of inherently traitorous individuals and wield them like a weapon against the likes of the Republic, the Alliance, the Silver Sanctum. The One Sith won battle after battle, until even the Coruscant Senate Building bore their banner they were invincible. But there was a question on the tongues of everyone: How long would it last?

How long would the Dark Lord be able to hold onto the leashes of these ravenous dogs, how long would he be able to keep their loyalty? Some said it was only a matter of time while others said those days were well behind them. It didn't come as a surprise to Darth Prazutis when the traitor legions arrived on Coruscant and the might of the One Sith fell in upon itself in a battle for supremacy. It was time to choose a side and fight for one cause or the other, to play your cards right with what you suspected to be the regime to come out of this civil war. Darth Vornskr was not on Coruscant, his master having gone away to a place only Prazutis knew, and sought no part in the conflict. The man named Prazutis already his second in command, to be his Regent in all of his titles especially in the Pacanth Reach.

There was opportunity to be had in this coup as former loyalists declared themselves traitors, a vacuum would open up when the Dark Lord established unity once more. While Prazutis saw the threat posed by the traitors, he didn't believe that the Dark Lord would fall this day, and he intended to be on the side of the victor when the time came. Darth Prazutis stood with the loyalists outside the throne room bringing down traitors with lightsaber and the force alike, every so often gouts of red lightning surged from his fingertips to send one of the traitor soldiers to oblivion.
 
[member="Vilox Pazela"] strode down the hall, power blossoming around him.

A sudden flurry of black feathers flew past him, coalescing into the form of a crow that fluttered to a stop just in front of him on the floor. It hopped once. Twice. Then split it's beak open in a terrible caw. The beak opened wider and wider until the head split open in a spray of blood and feathers.

In its place stood Warok, clad for war. He leered up at the creature who feigned power before him.

"Ah, come to repeat past events. No whale here to set its teeth in your skull. Only me," the Ewok chuckled madly.

"Only me."
 
| [member="Warok the Defiler"] |

Coming to a stop, Pazela observed the crow, the transformation and then the appearance of Warok the Defiler. There was only one challenge and one challenge only that was worthy of such a contest.

"I challenge you to a staring contest. First one to look away loses."
 
Laughter. Uncontrollable laughter. The Ewok doubled over, wheezing. Eyes black as tar pits glanced up at [member="Vilox Pazela"]. Warok gnashed his teeth.

"Moon-addled furless. I play by no rules. Not even Death's."

A gesture from his paw. A focus of willpower. Warok called upon the darkness.

And the darkness answered.

"Odojinya!" the shrill voice rang.

A latticework of iridescent red leapt forth from the Ewok's fingertips, a net of the Dark Side flung forth to enshroud the pretender. Capable of cutting him off from the Force. Capable of trapping him, cutting him into pieces as it squeezed.

"You are not worthy of the power you hold."
 
| [member="Warok the Defiler"] |

Lifting a hand, Pazela called upon the Force and took hold of the Odojinya with it, freezing it in mid air. Entering a contest of wills with the Ewok Sith Lord, Pazela fought to hold back the black webbing that was manifested by the dark side of the Force. Waving his palm into the side wall, Pazela diverted the Odojinya into it, whilst stepping to the other side, creating distance between himself and the Sith Magic.

"You looked away. I guess I win."

Entering a Force Phase, Pazela stepped into the wall he had moved too and cleared the hallway that Warok was in, into the adjoining corridor. Nonchalant, the Dark Jedi walked away and continued on course for Mephirium and the Dark Lord of the Sith.
 
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] and friends
Enemies: Loyalists
Location: The palace interior
Objective: Maim. Kill. Burn.


Since the order to subdue the remaining loyalists had gone out, Rexus had set out to accomplish that very task. Unfortunately, he had gotten sidetracked by the interference of a particularly foolish loyalist. The trooper made Rexus work for his victory though the troopers efforts were ultimately for naught. Rexus held the fully grown man aloft with only his left arm, his armored fist curled about the mans neck. The trooper flailed his legs as he lashed out as if to create some sort of opening. The scuffle was brief and in with his last moments, the trooper looked into the golden eyes of the pureblood. Madness. It was the only thing he could see inhabiting those horrid eyes.


" Suffer and die, lapdog. "


A hideous crack rang out as the man went limp simultaneously, his spark snuffed out. Instead of abandoning the corpse in some unceremonious fashion, Rexus kept the body held tight. Rexus had eyes set on a new target. He was one of the loyalist generals and he was leading some of his own men into battle. Above that and the name, [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"], Rexus knew nothing about the man. He didn't care. The protection bubble elicited something akin to a scoff from Rexus. The bubble, in conjunction with the overlapping fire from others, stank of an order and discipline Rexus couldn't stand.


Arrogant toy soldiers...


Wading into the thick of it, Rexus cleaved those enemies closest to him in half with a quick, heavy strike of his saber. The body he had brought earlier was now making it's use known as it deflects only the most lethal of blaster and weapon strikes. The other bolts would only fuel the fire blazing within Rexus. Thanks to his heritage, Rexus was fueling the Dark just as it empowered him. It was a rush the pureblood didn't want to end any time soon. Rexus could only hope to get in close where he could really do some damage.


Kill or be killed. It was exactly the kind of place Rexus was familiar with.
 

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