Nearby allies: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Marakai Al'Orren"].
Objective: Get to the choppa.
Nine, before she could really get to trying to figure out who was left alive on the lightsaber user's side that the CIS could evacuate felt a chaotic surge through the Force...more chaotic than other chaotic surges currently on the battlefield. She felt the Jedi Temple die and be corrupted and she almost dropped her shotgun from the death wave in the Force that followed.
Coruscant was done. And its civilians were done with it unless they left immediately. Damn the Sith. But all they had won for themselves was an ash heap. But they had killed the GA. No doubt now. Force willing, they'd be able to visit a terrible reckoning upon them,(In Nine's darker moments, she mused that perhaps the Mandalorian's slamming multiple asteroids into a planet the Sith owned was letting them off light. She was not proud of holding that sentiment. It was probably the will of her ancestors talking. Her ancestors, who had been so savage they had been accused of being vampires multiple times. But they had never had one until she had come along. The House of The Blood Tiger was not a thing easily sated.) but for now, the focus had to be on making sure the fascist swine that had executed this terrible gambit...and won...did not receive a total victory.
The fragments of what had been would be the seeds of the vines and plants that would eventually strangle these Sith mongrels in their bed. Nine was gonna spread those fragments out as far as she could, make as difficult as possible for the Jedi's enemies to find all the fragments. Some of the seeds she spread would surely turn out to be duds. But some wouldn't.
As Nine recovered from the shock, and hearing the destruction more through the Force than with actual hearing, Nine struggled to right herself, and then gasped as a tendril of healing energy started to affect her flesh. She turned and noticed the woman. Warrior. Force trained.
Not one to ignore a free top-off, especially considering she did not have to sleep it off. Nine accepted the energy, feeling the flesh knit up slowly, but enough for her to move and jump without a limp. She grinned under her visor, and as the woman went to engage her foes, Nine stopped another Knight Obsidian.
"Get the evac ships here now." she told him.
"We have to clear this area first!" The knight, a man replied back, having just gotten away from the melee after being hit in the shoulder with the blaster.
"Coruscant is done!" Nine snapped. "We need to get the damn evac here right now, or no one makes it!"
"Dammit..." the knight replied getting out his com-link, signaling for other knights that had arrived to come and aid Adron's survivors however possible.
"Knight Obsidian to all Confederate Evac Shuttles in range, we need immediate extraction. Land the damn things right on top of us if you have to!"
While he handled that, Nine waded back into the battlefield close at hand, drawing her sword. Some of the defenders were pinned down behind rubble from advancing Sith troopers. Much of the city was destroyed and on fire, the debris smoke casting an inky pall over what light was in the open air. She saw some buildings actively collapsing in the distance, the sound of millions of tons of building shattering inward sent a knot into her stomach. How many had died just in that alone. How many others had she been completely useless in saving today?
Her shotgun still at the ready, Nine force-jumped through the air, twirling expertly to avoid the blaster fire. She landed close to the advancing Sith Squad that had been trying to advance into this area from one of the other avenues on this level of city. And given how even the reinforcements from her new peers were starting to be overwhelmed, she knew none of them had long before they needed to leave.
Nine opened fire, emptying the rest of the clip in their direction. She dropped it once it was empty, dodging blaster bolts from other Sith as she rammed her sword through one troopers skull as he fired on one of her fellow knights. This drew the attention of two of the scythe armed Sith Spawn nearby, openly devouring one of the knights in the streets. She charged at them, dodging fast swipes and stabs from the overgrown pestilence. Her razor sharp Katana bit into their flesh, but because it was not as heavy as other swords, she had to put more oomph into it as she ran the blade across its belly, stinking, vile organs spilling out. The other one, she didn't know what it was called (This was the most Sith Spawn she had ever had to deal with in one sitting, and this era in general had greeted her with horrors that would have been unthinkable in her day.
Nine gave a war cry as she Force-Jumped over the second one's swipe, but it was quick and readjusted to attack her as she landed, forcing her to back flip away and toss one of her Shiva Knives into its leg. The defenders scrambled away when she yelled at some through the righting to get back. The legs of the creature vaporized a second later, sending gore every where.
Her Force Senses hissed danger and she barely managed to catch the blaster fire aimed at her head by other Sith Troopers, these ones heavily armored. Her phrik knife came out as one bolt glanced off it.
Huh. When you have the right materials...
Nine had very mixed feelings about the plethora of weapons and materials available in this new era. On the one hand, one did not have to sell an arm and a leg to get high tech weapons and equipment...every place was awash in them. On the other hand, some of the more...dubious benefits conferred by them sometimes made violence too easy (and desirable) a prospect.
She dashed for them with the Force, ignoring the bolt grazing her shoulder. She wanted them dead. She wanted to kill as many Sith slaves as she could.
Nine viciously brought her sword through a neck as she came into range. His body geysering blood on his friends as she turned on them, her sword catching a hand about to level a shotgun at her. The blast deflected to the ground, the arm still holding the shotgun. The trooper, screaming in pain as the blood squirted out backed away, trying to unhook the strap from his smg as she unleashed purple, migraine causing psychic bolts on his friend, dropping him with the pain. He was impaled a half second later.
Just as the final trooper managed to get a hand on his smg and tried to fire, Nine deflected the stream of Nine-Milimeter rounds sent her way, cuttting his other arm off and impaling him, her rage at what the Sith had done making her lift him up as he was still impaled.
His scream was so loud it carried quite a ways, even through the chaotic symphony of the death around them...
