Here Comes The Freedom Train (The Republic Invasion Of Korriban)

[Adonari Cinn]

Republic war ship With Soldiers and Bombs and other Jedi shaped like a Sith A$$ kicking machine...... (Different big ship from Tefka's^)
@[member="Reela Witko"], @[member="Saki"],

The planet wasn't getting any farther away. Preparations for getting planet side were needing to be taken. Speaking over his comm to the Republic forces gearing up within the ship was not his job. He would give whatever thoughts he had towards making wise decisions but the Republic Soldiers in charge were there for a reason. "Captain I give you the ship. My forces are needed down with the soldiers preparing to make for planet side. May the force be with you." A'donari said while motioning to his padawans to follow him.

His light republic Soldier armor had already been dawn hours before departure. Having a big shiny sword on the field of battle meant protection as much as it meant that every chance someone got they would shoot his way. Why not look like a regular joe soldier on the field until needed? The thought made perfect sense to him. These thoughts raced through his mind while he walked to the Republic Ship that he would be accompanying planet side. The soldiers surrounding him were shorter than him by at least a half a foot. The sight I'm sure looked comical to all who were there to witness it. They made jokes at him and A'donari took it all with a smile behind the helmet he now wore. The soldiers risking their lives would not die with hearts filled with sorrow. Not around him.

A female Jedi spoke to him and Reela. He recognized her vaguagly but what did it matter. They were Jedi and to the enemy the same person pretty much. "Ready as I'll ever be. For the Mother Land!!!!" A'donari shouted. His right fist raising into the air violently. It connected with the ceiling denting it slightly. "OOORAH!!!" the soldiers around them on the transport shouted.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Korriban
Near the Republic LZ

A lone figure sat on a cluster of rocks, barely watching the descent of Republic dropships toward the Korriban Academy. Immense statues of sandstone hue rose high in the ravine. The orange glow of the sun cast their long shadows upon the valley floor. They were the Sith Lords of old. Their faces were hard and unyielding to all but the weather. Nature... greatest enemy of the Sith. The source of their nigh limitless power was also the source of their greed for more of that same power. Always more. Always more worlds to conquer. Always another ally to betray. Until it all came crashing down around their ears.

The figure sitting on the stones just watched. He was clad head to toe in an old, discontinued line of Hydra armor. The grey metal bore charred pockmarks, dents and long, black furrows burned into its cool surface. Clearly refurbished, but to mistake its antiquity for weakness would be a mistake. The metal was a phrik-duraplast alloy, capable of turning away lightsabers as well as blaster bolts. And it bore evidence that its wearer was no stranger to battle. The helmet obscured his features, but his attention was clearly fixed on a long, wickedly plain looking knife, with which he idly toyed. Behind him rose an unfinished temple inscribed with the unfinished words "To the Thr-" in Massassi script.

Cooled by the ventilation of his armor he did not feel the heat of Korriban. It was not the dead heat of Tatooine, which would suck you dry in hours. This was a slow leeching dryness that malevolently offered shade without water and coolness in the evening without food. This was an ancient planet. But all things have their end. Even stars die out.

The ground shook.

Mikhail Shorn looked up from the dagger and stared at the Republic transports as they descended en masse upon the Korriban Academy. Lancets of all hues, red, green, blue, splintered rock and sundered ground. The world quaked with the coming of the Jedi. For who dared come here to disturb the resting place of the Sith? A sudden wind swept through the valley, carrying with it the rasping of a thousand long dead voices.

"Leave us in peace," they whispered.

Shorn remained still. "There is no peace," he muttered at last, lips twisting in mockery. "There is only the Force."

 

[Reela Witko]

Reela jumped to attention when @[member="Saki"] arrived and asked if she and her master were ready for the fight. Reela gave a stern nod before @A'donari Cinn to follow him When they reached the bulk with the soldiers she looked over them, seeing a few faces like hers: those who weren't sure how the battle would go and were scared by it. But when he master gave them a energetic means to put their spirits in the modd Reela could not help but raise her fist and cheer with them as well. If they were ready, and her master was ready, and Saki was ready, and the entire Republic fleet or soldiers and Jedi were ready then Reela needed to be now. She took her saber in hand and stood near her master, waiting until they were planet-side.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron took a deep breath as he looked around at all of the other Jedi. He was on a ship, heading to the darkest place his mind could think of. Korriban, planet of the Sith. He'd heard stories of what they could do. They revolved around death and destruction. He was severely under-trained, and was only recently beginning to take his training seriously. All in all, he had every reason to back out. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not for fame, or glory, or even possible riches. No, he wanted to be here to witness his first battle. To fight alongside the greatest Jedi in the order. To prove that he wasn't just some stubborn boy who can't follow orders. This was his passage of becoming a man, and he would not let anything get in his way. Looking over to his left, he saw @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] talking with another Jedi, @[member="Tefka"], in a conversation that didn't seem to be going in his master's favor. He really needed to talk to Josh, but he didn't want to interrupt. So, he walked a little closer, waiting for the conversation to end.

 

[VLK-1138]

@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

VLK moved as his processors were giddy with excitement. The small droid had the small welder out and was ready to beat the jedi. His oil boiled to aid the Hutt in protecting the valley of the dark lords as he beeped and booped excitedly. "beep boop bleep"

 

[Simone]

Korriban
Crashing outside of Republic LZ

An anti-aircraft flak canon caught the Ugly Ducklings wing, sending her spinning off course. Simone screamed the whole way down, fighting with the yolk desperate to level her ship. "Force be on my side, please let me survive this in one piece." The ship levelled out, engines were lost and she was merely gliding. Simone pointed as best she cold for an empty space and let gravity do the rest. Metal screamed in protest as the hull ripped across open sands, sending up great dust clouds as she slid along, coming to a halt feet from the wall of a tomb.

She was outside of the landing zone, white knuckles still clutching the yolk face taught with fear. Several moments passed and the dust settled around her. Slowly she peeled her hands off the yolk and brought them to her face. "Okay," she said to herself "Okay, I'm alive. Ship is...systems check." She sat forward and looked at the console. "Life support ok, back up power running. Communications still working? Signal interceptor? Yes, good. Feth. Too close." Fumbling hands unclipped her harness and set to work. She slipped a comm link into her ear. "Holocams one through four are you alive?" Four beeps came back to her. She snatched up a blaster and holster and strapped it to her waist. She'd never fired the weapon before in her life but it helped to have one nonetheless, right.

She clambered through the ship, and, after a few firm kicks, lowered the landing ramp. The four holocameras moved out ahead of her. "Ok, you three go see what you can find. One on one conflict, battle zones whatever. Stay out of the firing zone, transmit back to the ship as you record. Probably best to start at the landing zone." She pulled a scarf from her back pack and tied it round her mouth to keep the sand away as the three zoomed off. One camera hummed at her shoulder and she gave it an annoyed look as she swung her back pack over her shoulders and trudged through the sands.

This was not how she planned to start her day.

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Not. Again.

Curiosity. Sheer. Morbid curiosity. It was the only reason the dark-skinned Sith had traveled to this graveyard of a planet. It was amazing to him that it even still held importance to so many. The contents of the tombs had been repeatedly plundered by Sith, Jedi, and treasure hunters alike for several millenniums now. Sure, each new incarnation of Sith did whatever they felt necessary to restore the planet, to leave their mark.

During his own years, the appearance of the planet had not changed much. It was still a barren graveyard. Yes, you could certainly feel the lingering energies of darkness on this planet as you could with many of the other historical Sith homeworlds. In a galaxy this polluted with sentients clinging to half measures and idle, meaningless threats it seemed that the natural power of the Force was no longer respected. Far too many sentient beings were indifferent to being brought within a inch of their lives.

Despite his own personal...opinions...about the Sith Empire, he maintained a minimal connection for the purposes of remaining informed and keeping a casual eye on his only daughter. In stubborn defiance of his advice, she had made the journey to the crumbling cesspool of weakness that it had become, and he always permitted children to make their...mistakes.

Standing upon the lip of a large crest no more than a few hundred meters from the Sith Empire's Academy and the Valley of the Dark Lords, Ashmedai's silver-green gaze swept the scene before him. Wind filled the fabric of his dark blue and grey, sleeveless cloak as the Sith Lord surveyed the movement of the Empire's forces below. The advancement of the Republic, for now, was not his concern. He'd come to see a coronation, and he'd seen it...rather recently in fact.

Inhaling slowly, Ashmedai's mind raced through the memories of his life. He was content to turn the impending battle into a spectator sport. What the Jedi did not realize was that there would be dire consequences for their repeated actions. If history had shown nothing else, it was that neither side was meant to exist in greater strength than the other for very long. For a moment, the Sith Lord's thoughts drifted to the very Jedi he'd had a similar conversation with.

Judging by the ferocity of their increased actions, however, she or someone was at least getting the picture. Kind words and half-hearted attempts at salvation would do nothing. A tide had no choice but to crash upon a rocky shore, slowly eroding it away.

@[member="Cosette Centurion"]

 

[Sorin Vanado]

Korriban - Sith Academy​

While everyone was getting ready to fight, Sorin was already in the process of taking the fight to them. For the past several sessions, he made a habit to arrive on time. Not early, not late, but on time, every time. He was in the middle of doing just that, to meet up with Ayra for another training session, but as it was said, he felt a disturbance in the Force. It was like a ripple that expanded from the sky above, and he could feel it blanket the entire planet. So much for training. There was no hesitation, no excess of expended energy used as Sorin went to his quarters, got his bag and weapons, and shouldered with his left arm his DC-15x Rifle. This would be a very eventful few hours.

The hustle of the many around did not distract him from his thoughts, the other Sith going back and forth amongst themselves to get into position for the upcoming battle. Some insisted that he join them on the battlefield, but he said nothing to them, continuing onward where he walked, and made his way into the higher levels of the Academy. Arriving in one of the high rooms near the ship hangers, he looked out through the long horizontal slit in the wall, perfectly at eye level with him. With a lift, twist, and adjusting his sight, he moved a tall table over to the slit that overlooked the vast expanse of Korriban, spanning at least 120 degrees. As silly as he was about to look, he laid down atop the table, rifle pointing out through the slit, and got into position, the crosshairs and scope aligned perfectly into position.

And then he waited...and waited...the first dropship came into sight, and already three shots were fired from his rifle, the blue plasma leaving in quick succession with little to no time difference between them, but if one paid attention up close, they diverged very clearly. In the world of the assassin, you made each shot count. The dropship was a good mile to two miles away, but it did not matter to him. With his DC-15x, he could slice a hair in half from three miles away. The three shots homed to their targets, and downed three soldiers in almost instant succession in the transport. Despite the success, Sorin cursed, cooling the battery before reengaging it, prepared for his next three shots. His targets had not been the soldiers, but the three Jedi that sat beside them.

@[member=Tefka] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Leina Snowfire"] @[member=Ayra] @[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

@Everyone ​

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Location: Sith Academy (New Sith Palace)​

There was a variety of lightside auras that were descending upon the planet, but one stuck out in Krag's mind like a soar thumb. The presence of a Master Jedi he had met on Coruscant when Kaine had gone to try and take power, the same Master Jedi who had struck fear into the depths of Krag's black heart. Now, however, Krag could sense that the tables had completely turned and that the little green puppet was the one feeling the fear now. Taking a long breath of the air and closing his eyes, Krag feasted on the fear of the coming Jedi and the darkness being washed over the planet which, was in itself, a dark nexus of power. With a low growl of pleasure at the feeling of the darkside pulsing through his veins, Krag leaned his head back and took in another long snort of air.

Yes, the darkside was strong in this place and it was strong in him. Looking down to his apprentice, Krag answered "The Jedi will come for me and you shall slay them" looking blankly off into the distance, Krag commanded that the force itself congregate to him like an army of ants rushing back to their hive, "There will be blood this day and when we are done, we shall send the bodies of the fallen Jedi back to Coursucant." Life itself seemed to drain from the room as Krag shifted the force to him and commanded it to be his ally, it was like the academy was a ship in space with a broken window and the force the occupants while Krag was the vacuum of the vast void of space.

Tensing up his muscles, Krag focused the darkside he had collected into a raging pulse inside his own body. The beast gritted his teeth as the charge built up inside him and he finally released it. The wave of dark energy was heavily tainted with Krag's presence and it washed over the academy and large portions of the planet like a supernatural tidal wave. Krag could not use battle meditation in the slightest, but the taint of his own rage that now washed over the planet would pierce images of punishment for failure into the minds of the Sith Soldiers and slaves while the Sith and the Graug would be fueled by this new whirlwind of dark power that had been kicked up.

The Jedi would be hit with the dark wave just as the Sith would and, when they did, there would be no mistake of who had sent it. With a grunt of exhaustion, Krag leaned back into his throne and took a deep breath, he would need to meditate on the force and regain his strength before going to fight the Jedi.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Fair enough" he said toward @[member="Tefka"], walking past Gherron to prepare for the invasion...

 

[Tallia Farn]

Republic Shuttle Heading to Korriban
@[member="A'donari Cinn"] @[member="Reela Witko"]

"Hold that gunboat!" Tallia shouted as she ran up to where the Republic boarding party's shuttle was docked. She ducked though the sliding doors just as they pulled closed. "Thanks, I needed a lift." She said brushing the hair out of her eyes. What a crazy couple of weeks this had been. The storm of war had finally settled in after several months of peace and now things were as chaotic as ever. Luckily, things were in the favor of the Republic for now. Today they would be assaulting the Sith home-world of Korriban. She dreaded to think what could possibly be down there. She had felt the veil of darkside energy over the planet when they arrived, and other things could be lying on the surface more ancient and evil than even Sith.

She felt the distinct rumble as the ship's engines fired up and the exited the Republic cruiser's hangar bay. Tallia would admit that she was a bit nervous about what exactly they would find, but she knew she was more than prepared. On her belt hung not one but two lightsabers. One was purple, the one she had assembled herself on Ilum, and one was a blade she had not used since a particularly fearful encounter with a Sith. She was one year older now, and it felt as if she had had a lifetime of experience combating the Dark-side. She was finally ready to put the weapon to use again.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Descending Towards Korriban
Onboard Dropship Freedom Doesn't Knock

Spoiler

NSFW
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AWBf0hbeMU

Sitting amid a squad of troopers sat a lone red-robed Jedi, a bone-white mask settled cleanly on his face. A datapad was clenched in one hand, fingers smoothly tapping at the glass surface as he sifted through databanks of information. He was trying to, as ever, find where Talia Al Ghul had gone.

If he could pick up her trail then he could find her. Finding her would bring him at least a partial peace of mind.

But that was neither here nor there.

In fact, she was on the other end of the galaxy from Korriban. Still, they'd taken Dac a week or two back and the Apothecaries had sought to get him back into fighting shape before they launched straight towards Korriban. They'd done a good job, too. Smirking to himself, he closed his eyes as the dropship began to shake. They were entering the atmosphere.

 

[Adamus Straife]

His lips twisted into a grim smirk. Unmasked and deep within the ebb and flow of the dark side of the Force, Lord Avara anticipated his enemy. The Jedi had come for Korriban, and the Sith Emperor had rallied all of his forces to his side. The enigmatic Sith Knight sat cross-legged in his meditation chamber, deep within the halls of the Sith Academy. There he remained, undisturbed, gathering the power he needed. His Sith lightsaber floated before him in pieces, bearing the powerful Qixoni crystal in the center; the blood coloured gem that strengthened his connection to the dark side. The red glow lit up his features, the face of the man that no one had ever seen, nor shall they ever see. He fed from its radiant power, and hoped that the Jedi came to him in droves. He prayed that the Jedi were foolish enough to face him. He had anger, hatred and spite to unleash upon them, and he would do so in such artistic fashion - he would be a painter that only used red.
His eyes flicked open, as yellow as a Vornskr, and his hand traced over the iron of his mask. Beskar, the Mandalorians called it, ripped from the face of a Mandalorian warrior he had slain when he was but a lowly apprentice, now his to wield. He placed the mask upon his face, and let his hood draw over his head. Avara's lightsaber came to, and pieced itself together with the Force. Locked in place, the Sith took his hilt within his sword hand and rested it upon his belt on the left hand side. His meditation was done, and his preparations complete. He garbed himself in black robes festooned with sleek and dark golden armour. Gauntlets, chest plate, back plate and greaves. As light as a feather it felt to wear, and still he was as mobile as he would be if he fought naked. Avara exited his personal chamber, watching Sith scurry like ants across the corridors and hallways. He followed the crowd, hearing them fret of the oncoming battle with the Jedi. Some of them relished in the opportunity to face their counterparts, others expressed their fear and uncertainty. Death, it seemed, had clawed its way into the hearts of these Sith. The Jedi had infected them all with weakness, and Avara's hand twitched. He wanted to kill them all, but the Emperor needed every sword he could muster.

Corridors and atriums, staircases and turbolifts, Avara passed all on his way to the throne room, and soon he was present. There he saw the Sith Emperor, Krag, poised on his regal throne. Beside him his apprentice, Arvis Syphex. Avara felt his footsteps along the cold stone, and found himself at the foot of the Emperor's seat. "My lord," he said, and fell to a knee to grace his liege. "It seems the Jidai have graced us with their presence on our front door. I offer my blade to you, so I may slay our enemies at your feet."
@[member="Krag"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh couldn't hide his distraught look as he passed by @[member="Gherron Vael"], as well as @[member="Tallia Farn"] on his way to his designated quarters.

"Gah... What if they kill him..." he muttered, gritting his teeth. It was difficult, really. He was fully focused on this invasion, but the thought of being so close to being able to capture and save his little brother from the clutches of the Sith, and risking the other Jedi killing Nick instead of taking him alive, which was likely with how they'd been running lately.... It bothered him.

All he could do was hope for a miracle. He had two goals here today. Take Korriban... And capture Nicholas DragonsFlame alive. Bring him into Jedi custody, save him from this wretched hell that circumstance had put him in.... Whether he became a Jedi or at least renounced his Sith ties, he didn't care. He just wanted him away from this. He knew by the reports that the young one was only there because he had nowhere else to go, and if things had gone just a tiny bit different, it'd be him on Korriban right now, not Nick.

He sighed as he sat on the bed, and started to put the finishing touches on his new lightsaber. It would prove much more effective then his old one.... Perfect, just in time.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Walking over to his master, Gherron cleared his throat a little, trying to get his attention. He could see something was troubling him, but decided not to approach the subject. "Listen... I know I haven't always been the best padawan you could ask for, but i'm gonna do my best out there to make you proud. And not get myself killed. After all, you've trained me far beyond what I could have ever imagined. I just wanted to thank you, before anything happens." He offered a small smile at the master. Maybe his little speech would make Josh smile. Maybe it would be the only time he smiled all day. All Gherron was concerned about was making it through the day.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Darc Xavior Talus]

Freedom Bus Dropship

The dropship had entered passed the atmosphere of Korriban now. The pressure of the dropship seemed to have leveled out enough for him to release his hold on the seat. The red surfaced planet was infested with Sith filth and pestilence. He sneered at the mere thought. The Sith Empire's troops had scattered about the battleground like fire ants ready to eviscerate the Jedi reaching their landing zone. Oddly though Darc felt a bit reluctant of the sight of so many Sith, but why should he be? He was one of them once for so many centuries. He quickly regained his composure and watched as the dropship came closer and closer to the rendezvous point designated for the leading strike team. The paladin waited thoughtfully at the imminent assault.

@[member="Tefka"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Bowing his head to his Master, he turned to look at the Sith Knight. He called himself Darth Avara. He was indeed powerful in the Force, Arvis would have great need of him in the coming battle.

"Darth Avara. A pleasure to see you on this soon to be battlefield. Do you care to join me in killing these Jidai?" He had turned his back to the Emperor to address the powerful Sith Knight, Darth Avara. He waited until he stood up and he started to wind his way through the halls until they were passing a contingent of sith troopers.

"I will be needing your assistance." He said with a toothy grin, sharpened canines that were shining white met the men's eyes. "Yes m'lord." And they fell into position behind Arvis and Avara. They marched behind the Darth and the Apprentice. The Sith Pureblood and the man of unknown origins.

Arvis and Avara finally arrived at the front gates to the Sith Academy. The great entrance of the New Sith Palace, with it's great doors to match, were opened. There were quite a few Sith out there in the Valley of the Dark Lords. It was a shame to see that if the Jedi did try to breach the Academy, those Sith were most probably going to be dead or captured.

He clasped his hands behind his back again. His mask shined in the light of the sun, and in response to that he pulled his hood over his face more so that it hid the armour that was over his body. His black robes hid the torso, most of his legs and greaves, and his amphistaff poked up over his shoulder. The Jedi Padawan's lightsaber was on his hip, he still hadn't switched out the crystals yet. He relished the chance to kill the Padawan with his own lightsaber. He dreamt of it.

@[member="Adamus Straife"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A smirk crossed his face at Gherron's words, and he looked up at him.

"You have come far, Padawan" he said reassuringly. "I know I haven't been the best mentor, but I'm proud of how far you've come. May the Force guide you to a safe return, my friend" he said.

@[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

The apprentice spoke first. He had a red face, marked with tattoos. A pureblood of the Sith, he knew. Avara rose to his feet when he was met with the apprentice's words, yet he remained stone cold and silent throughout. When Arvis descended the steps leading up to the throne, Avara turned his head to meet his gaze. Little could be said of Avara's emotion, for his face was a stone cold mask of iron. He relished in the mystery his visage gave away, and even the most powerful of Sith remained wary of him because of it.
He followed Arvis through the corridors of the academy until they found themselves at the gates of the palace. He saw the lightsaber gently swaying on his belt. It was not of Sith design, and far too elegant to suit the tastes of a man with such a brutish appearance, yet appearances were deceiving. "Who did you kill for that weapon?" Avara enquired, non-chalantly. Arvis stood by the gate, as if he were examining it. This is where the Jedi would break through if they wished to destroy the Emperor, only Arvis and Avara had other plans in mind.
@[member="Arvis Syphex"]

 

[Carn Dista]

KSKROBBIBAN
HOME OF THE FREE SITH.
PARASHUTING CONVENIENTLY ABOVE @[member="Adamus Straife"] AND CO.

Carn was never one for flying. He did however,enjoy parachuting, and was a somewhat skilled parachutist. It enabled him to slip past everything unnoticed - especially when dropships were hurtling to the Republic LZ and making more noise and flashy colors than they had to. There was but one reason Carn had opted to join the attack on Korriban. And that was to settle a very, very old score with a very, very old friend...