Into the Jaws of Death [OP Invasion of Sith-Occupied Coruscant]

[Azrael]

Location: Imperial Palace
Allies: Mando'ade and Omega Protectorate
Enemies: Dar'Jetti and friends; [member="Darth Mierin"] | [member="Bastian Briareos"] | [member="Ordo"]
Objective: Survive - and get out of the Palace to safety.


The smaller battle here at the Imperial Palace was turning into a far more grand-scale scene. Chatter from the comms and signals racing back and forth were expertly managed by the advanced HUD control within his buy'ce. Azrael was ignoring any information not pertinant, but the suggestion that a massive cruiser from space was on a one way collision course with the Imperial Palace was a note of worth to the Field Marshal. Personally he had to question the direct approach, considering there were still allies on the ground and inside the Palace that would prefer a massive fleeting vessel not collide with the Palace they were currently occupying. This (among other varied reasons) was a good explanation of why he never liked fleeting in the first place. He couldn't exactly think about that particular issue now though - he had other things on his plate, and in his sights.

Shards of green light raced between his approaching bike and the Sith pure blood before him. Instead of scorch marks caking the corpse of Meirin, they began to glance off and dissipate as contact with a bubble of protective Force energy encompass her robed form, keeping her from being cut to pieces with the burning plasma of each pot shot. Despite his lack of a Force connection he'd seen it do some impressive things - notably when he went with Isley Verd to recover some artifacts from a defunct Sith base once belonging to the Emperor Palpatine. Still, he was often surprised at how many versatile effects that the Force afforded a user in their quiver of defense and attack. If he wasn't aiming to kill the woman, he might of paused to be impressed by her quick thinking and ability to brave the front lines with seemingly little effort. She'd already been cooked alive as it were, but she was somehow still standing, still holding her ground.

That self same ground though seemed to be her meal ticket to throw a wrench into his quickly decided plan. A great durasteel obstruction came to lance at the less armored durasteel undercarriage of his Snake eyes. The immediate meeting of the two objects caused a radical collision forcing the bike to veer wildly off course and leap into the air with an unexpected twist. Both hands released the yoke, as the impossibility to steer was immediately evident. Drawing over his head, the backwards hinge of the dome cracked and shattered open as his body was flung from the bike and into the air even higher. The near immediate roar of stabilization flames ebbed out of his jetpack as he twisted into the air to save himself from a brutal landing that would certainly have set him back, if not greatly injure the Mandalorian. The bike didn't fare so well however. While the direction was inherently the same, the form and figure of the vehicle was no longer poised to run the Sith over from front tire to back. The current configuration was more of a broadside , coming to just plummet directly onto her form at near the same speed. Whether or not the bike itself would follow through and break that defensive barrier was left to be seen.

The warning that had rung out prior was now a self-fulfilling prophecy from the lips of Ayden Cater. The harbinger of doom was coming as a massive metal cloud to destroy the Imperial Palace as a whole. He had little time to process it, but he'd already informed the rest of his bike party to exit and survive. His form twisted and he came in low, his visor striking right at the sight of the Sith. He had precious time, but he wasn't entrusting this woman with the body of the Liberator - she would not have that honor.

"This is -not- over." Azrael said with malice in his voice, restraining himself from simply going toe to toe with Meirin and throwing caution to the wind. Instead he knelt and drew up the body of the Liberator and stood again. "That ship is about to make this place a crater, and while I'd rather see you burn for what you did - I have a feeling if you escape this, we will meet again, and I will finish this." His rocket pack ignited immediately afterwards, carrying him up into the air. The dead form of Mia clutched in his arms as he blasted off from the location and ripped from the scene. Tracking falling debris of metal and stone, maneuvering back and forth to dodge the wreckage and depart before there would be more collateral damage. He would have to leave the legacy of Ordo to fate, and hoping to the Manda it was just.

 

[HK-36]

Location: That series of rooftops we're all on, somewhere around Valley of the Lords
Allies: [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Commander Orin"]
Objective: Protecting Kaida
Musical Selection: Renegade by Styx


Well the situation wasn't looking the best as six blaster repeaters begun to open on them, the droid tumbled on the ground in his landing to break the rest of the velocity as with a quick flick of his wrist he had his lightsaber in hand,

The hilt sparkled and whooshed as the white blade of illumination erupted from it, aura of the Lightside could be senses around the weapon, especially by Kaida who was closer to HK than the squad of soldiers, perhaps she could feed off of it, perhaps not.

Anyway, HK's wrist shifted in high speed rotation as he begun to rotate the saber around to create a whirring buzzsaw of light from it, or in this case a shield, his other hand reaching to his back to arm himself with one of his alchemical twin swords, similar maneuver being conducted on the other weapon to arm the droid in split second in two whirring buzzsaws, or again, shields.

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The whirr of the saber and sword would be joined by the zapping of the bolts as they were deflected, streams from the repeater cast aside by the magnetically-sealed surface of the lightsaber and the charged alchemical Sith sword the droid kept as a trophy, both light side and dark side artifacts united in his cold hands to do stuff that benefit him, my wit is sharp today!

Either way, the repeater hellfire would be cast aside, mostly, bolts flying every way, some of it most likely hitting the squad itself but I'll let Orin determine that, as for HK,

His shield systems would light up in their blue sheen from time to time, although the high speed rotations and HK's sensors/calculators kept him secured, and with that Kaida who he was protecting, just by chance itself, plus he's not an immortal god of skill, so a shot every now and then would hit his shield.

While his shield had time to recharge from the last time it was used against Sith fire, it slowly started to drain under the blaster fire of Orin's squad, but of course it would be sometime still before it would be drained, like next post for example, nudge-nudge wink-wink. For now, HK just kept on interrupting the stream of blaster fire as he protected Kaida who was working her magic.


From across the battlefield he stared Orin down with his photoreceptors, making sure the image of the Commander was saved for any future battles for hunts. But until then, as the droid swatted and zapped the shots away, and his shield and armor protected him, he would show Orin why in the Pyre they called him the Siege Tower.


It was then that Kaida's call for dropship support got through, an airship bearing emblems of the Barony of Abregado-Rae came swooping in, most likely one of the ships from the Siege Tower or the Dancing Queen, the two main warships of the smaller faction within Protectorate.

As they came lowering in sideways a whirr would already be heard, some guns charging up, as pods on the side of the dropships would pop up, opening up the dropship's hull as a rotary cannon-like device appeared, with an armored soldier of the Iron Company right behind it, clutching its trigger and aiming it right at Orin's position as the whirr turned into thunder and the high rate of fire of this mechanized shattergun was unleashed in the direction of his group, the rail gun shaking the whole dropship, kept more or less stable by the stabilizators and repulsorlifts built into the weapon, as the hellfire of pellets capable of penetrating armor of some vehicles was thrown at the Sith.

For the record, that was all Kaida's idea not mine, and the weapon they used was the RC-1.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Location: Third Floor, Outside Throne Room
Ally: [member="Knight"]
Enemy: [member="Aeon Caedus"]
Obj: I dont even know...

Funny part about counterattacking, especially when Yusan's moves would have literally flowed one after another in less than a few seconds was that it would disrupt such a thing. Meaning as the blade came in to pierce Yusan's own body his offhand came up and got in the way of Caedus' saber, letting the saber hit on the Cortosis Gauntlet as he turned the blade away with his own hand. This would have ended the three part attack and never even separated them.

With that in mind, and the assumption Caedus would not have created a random force bubble and then tried to combustion and object that hadn't been revealed yet with the chain broken, Yusan shot backwards creating space between them. This is when he would see the blast bug coming at him. It was good that he focused on his reflexes, else that little thing would had caught him before he even had the chance to react to it. With that thought he moved around the projectile but knew full well it was a guided missile and with that thought he sacrificed his helmet as he cast the thing into the bug, causing to initiate the explosion with him out of range. "Cheap trick."

His own speed was augmented by the force and he was tracking the man without a second thought, then the alarms came, blaring through the halls as his eyes shot to the window for a split second then back at the Sith. He was not going to sacrifice his life for this damned sith and so his hand reached down and pulled off a very different explosive than he had meant to use before and then shot for the window. He would keep a careful eye though on his enemy until he was out of the window and far enough to be out of the range of the Sith, only then and if only then would he release his surprise, a thermal detonator.

 

[J3C0]

Imperial Palace
[member="Azrael"]

The bubble around Mierin stayed in place. She didn't notice the massive ship falling down, she was entirely focused on the Mandalorian before her.

When the bike struck, Mierins force barrier shook. It cracked and broke apart, and she put all her concentration in maintaining it. The bike broke into wreckage, coming apart into a thousand pieces, exploded by the force of the impact. Mierin held the bubble in place even after the bike broke into pieces, weary of the Mandalorians second attack.

When the attack did not come, she still held it in place.

Finally however, the man flew off, fleeing with the corpse of Mia and leaving the lone Sith Pureblood standing before the Imperial Palace.

It was then that she finally noticed the massive ship looming overhead. The Capital ship that quickly fell from the sky and headed towards the palace. Her impassive face watched the ship for a time, and then she simply shook her head. These fools, they never learned. The bubble around Mierin finally dropped, and she called for an evacuation of the Palace.

Most would likely not get out. The Palace was massive, nearly 20km at its base with several dozen spires.

Getting everyone out would be difficult, though the important people would make it out. The Palace had Hangars filled with ships and speeders. She looked at the looming mass of metal, and the shook her head walking away from the palace.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Imperial Palace.

He threw the lightsaber to the side when the Cortosis Gauntlet pushed it to the side and presumably turned it off.

Aeon didn't waste time.

He heard in his ear from the comm, there was some soldier screaming about something approaching the Imperial Palace. Well that wasn't good now was it?

His opponent was heading to the window at that moment, so there was no point in letting him get away so easily now was there?

He ran too, letting the Force speed take him and push him to great speeds (hopefully faster than Yusan Fenn) as he wrapped the Force about himself as if it were a protective womb.

He wasn't going to let himself die as easily as that.

[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan smiled, the man was just that slight bit faster as he saw him shoot out the window. He looked at the Sith as they both fell and said nothing for a moment before activating the grenade. Incase the Sith thought himself all powerful and used the force to grab the grenade while also creating a force bubble. He would have to be a god to think he could do this, but hey, no chance in risking this.

With that thought concluded he tossed the grenade not at Aeon, but at the window, blowing the area out around it and laughing as he fell towards the ground. Only then did he start to influence the speed he was falling, his eyes focusing on the sith though incase he once more tried to strike again.

[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Location: Free Falling!
Objective: Break Your Le- Land Safely.

The Sith Knight slowed his descent as he fell from the sky. He was moving fast, the Force was slowing him down, but there wasn't enough space for how fast he was going.

He removed a glop grenade from his belt and threw it ahead of him towards the ground, but he continued to slow anyway. He didn't know how this was going to work, but he continued with his motions anyway, and then it exploded upwards straight to him as if to consume him...

[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Sero Valrel]

Location:In the palace making our way out
Allies:[member="Drex Skyreaper"]
Enemies:Time

Sero started to come to, his body still aching and his mind lost, he could hear what sounded like alarms going off in the distance, opened his eyes and saw nothing, he was blind! It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t his eyes that weren’t working it was his helmet. He plucked the helmet from his head and tossed it to the floor, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. The scene before him was pure carnage and his brain was still working at about half speed, there was the monstrosity that [member="Knight"] had become and the two force users dueling it out. [member="Darth Mierin"] had called for an evacuation and that was all Sero needed to hear, it was time to get the feth out of there. How was he going to get past these two?

The idea he had wasn’t smart in fact it was down right stupid but if he learned anything through it his life it was that sometimes it was better to be stupid than good. Sero reached on his belt and primed two concussion grenades and threw them at the pink haired monster before him hoping to disorient her long enough to get out of there. After tossing the conc grenades, he ran over to the nearest wall and set his rapid entry charge no time to check the charge amount just had to go blind, he ran back to [member="Drex Skyreaper"] and set the charge off as close as he could to when the concussions went off.

“Time, to go Boss.” He hoisted Drex on his shoulders and went through the hole he punched in the wall and started hauling ass to the hangers hoping they weren’t followed.

 

[Salvor Arnex]

Location:Valley
Allies:[member="Menoetius"]
Enemies:[member="Electrobe"]

Salvor caught up with quarry just in time to see him rocked with explosions. He shielded his face from the blast, he was far enough away to not get hit with the full force but Salvor could still feel shrapnel rip into him, though none of his wounds were life threatening or more than aesthetic, the pain and the sight of his own blood fueled his fury and he concentrated on that to make himself stronger. His skill with the force was close to non-existent and his light saber training was minimal but he still had his training as an assassin and the basic idea of how to focus his rage into something positive.

The man he had been following ignited a light saber and turned to face who ever had just attacked him, Salvor rushed and joined him at his side, eager to prove his metal.

 

[Djorn Bline]

His eyes, no, his mind and body was focused on his opponent. He knew where he had to hit: the joints of Tsolan's body. They were the only exposed parts that could be harmed rather than shooting bolts at armor that can't be penetrated from three shots. The Sith didn't feint at his first move, instead he decided to aim a chop at the clone's neck. He reacted by ducking his head down to avoid the chop. After ducking from the chop his arms then reacted to the kick that was being sent to him. The Sith did succeeded in kicking into his ribs which were protecting but could still feel the blunt force from the kick. His hand wrapped around the Tsolan's ankle and without hesitation sent a firm and hard kick to rear side of his knee that was in a bent position because of the kick.

'Should've aimed for the crouch to return the favor."

[member=Darth Tsolan]

 

[Ordo]

Location: Throne Room
Objective: Save [member="Ember Rekali"] and escape
Allies: Galactic Peace and Unification
Enemies: Disorder and those who bring it

Ordo turned his face skyward suddenly and sent a mental warning to ALL TO EVACUATE! He moved with enhanced speed as he leapt onto his basilisk war droid. He held out his hand and prepared to plead.

"EMBER, COME ON!" Ordo shouted, "WE'LL FINISH THIS ELSEWHERE!"

Ordo waited fully prepared to drag his master out by the shebs if need be regardless of whether he would join or fight him. He had lost his sister he'd not let his brother go too.

If Ember would not go the droid would drag him out as they headed skyward. If he did come they would ride out together.

When they left one way or another they headed for the commander of the Yuuzhan Vong forces that followed the dark lord. [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

The Krayt Holocron sailed through the air towards Darth Janus, only to be caught by an unseen force and more gently guided over to him. The Umbaran delicately took the holocron in both hands. It was safe. Praise the Galaxy and everything in it, it was safe. Finally, this one time, he had managed to keep something safe successfully. Truly this was a moment for the history books. Monuments would need to be erected to commemorate the day that Darth Janus, otherwise known as Emperor Tyrin the Lesser, saved the holocron of Darth Krayt from absolute destruction.

There was little doubt within Tyrin's mind that Darth Krayt would regard him with nothing short of contempt, but that was irrelevant. Sith history, as it were, would survive.

"Many thanks, kind sir." Darth Janus said to Ember, just before acquiescing to his request that he vacate the area. He was so pleased, he didn't even go off on a racist tangent.

Not much longer after that, Janus vanished into a Force Cloak. He then exited the battlefield and the planet proper, having fallen too far behind in the invasion to make anything other than an exit post. This also happened before doom death and armagedon were scheduled to arrive on the Imperial Palace, so don't worry too much about that.

 

[Vulpesen]

As the kick came towards his knee, Tsolan acted quickly, grateful that the loose clothing of his armor allowed movement underneath. Turning his body, he took the kick in the back of the knee, causing it to bend in a natural, albeit painful way. Still, pain was good for him. It meant adrenaline, and adrenaline meant power and speed. As his length contracted, Tsolan brought a powerful and swift chop at the already ducked down neck, aiming to catch [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] mid-action to avoid any chances of escape from what could be a very effective stun.

 

[Tefka]

Location: War Room of the Imperial Palace
Objective: Find the Dark Lord
Allies: [member="Cira"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Drex Skyreaper"]
Enemies: [member="Cira"]

With Cira slumped on his shoulder, Tsavong was about to proceed to the Throne Room when he heard the alarms drown out the sounds of battle. Though he was ready to jump into the fray, the alarms meant only on thing. Catastrophe was on it's way. Tsavong thought it highly unlikely that the heavily fortified structure of the One Sith was under attack directly, so it had to be something else. But he didn't have time for much else. He only had time to think of a safe route away from the catastrophe.

The War Room.

Heavily shielded three times over, the War Room was the safest place within the Imperial Palace and one of it's many kept secrets. In the event of emergency, high ranking officials of the Imperial Military would flee here to wait out the attack and continue to communicate with the outside world. Tsavong began sprinting there, completely exhausted from the pursuit of his apparently very high value target. While she was unconcious, [member="Cira"] was undoubtedly defenseless against the continuing infection. The behemoth only hoped she wouldn't die before they reached the Dark Lord.

Reaching the War Room, Tsavong laid the woman down on the table and promptly locked the door behind him.

Explosions began to rumble the Palace and rubble began falling from the ceiling, but the shields would hold.

For now.

For now they were in the most heavily defended Panic Room, with only two means of escape. The front door, and the passage that lead into the catacombs below, leading into the Underworld. Tsavong looked down at his prey, his hostage. He whispered down to her, hoping she might hear the beast.

"You must ascend."

 

[Katrina Garnier]

"Kat," she stated watching the Sith jump down. This was not what she expected at all from a Sith. She had expected her to come in here guns a blazing but this was different. Katrina didn't mind much as really if truth be told she didn't wish to fight. If she could just dupes tract her for awhile and maybe get her talking that would be enough. "Lovely weather we are having here."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"Could do without the constant sounds of battle and the raining metal, but hey, thats what we both get for having governments. Speaking of battle, im sorry but im sure you realize we are going to have to participate." She looked over at the woman and for half a second sadness crossed her face. The most tell tale thing though over her difference wasnt the sadness, but more so her aura. She was the only one that the woman would ever meet that fought for the sith, who had a pure lightside aura. "Sorry."

[member="Katrina Garnier"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

The leg came out of his grip and then Canal decided to return the favor. With his left foot he step forward and with his right arm he sent sent to to punch at Tsolan's crouch. But his fist wasn't alone. What he did next was that he activated his hidden durasteel vibroblade which would stab at his crouch along with his fist punching it. Suddenly, the sith's hand found impact on the clone's neck which sent him flying two feet away from the Sith and was stunned for a brief time. He did ended up coughing up blood which stained the inside of the helmet but not the visor. He was sure his attack did more damage than the stun.

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Tsolan growled as he saw the lower attack coming, tilting his body to deflect it past him. How did he deflect it? Quite simply, Vulpesen had sacrificed a very low amount of maneuverability to defend that which he saw as precious. As the only known surviving member of both of his family lines, he had decided long ago that it was his responsibility to keep the family going and thus he was thankful when the blade and fist deflected off his cup, mostly likely causing Canal's face to fall forward into a rising knee which would likely do a very good job of breaking through his non-metal visor. "Heads up!"

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Tefka]

Location: War Room of the Imperial Palace
Objective: Find the Dark Lord
Allies: Cirahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/165-cira/ Ordo Sero Valrel Drex Skyreaper
Enemies: Cirahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/165-cira/
OOC: Given permission to GM Ordo's writer approaching my location.

The doors unlocked without alarm and without hesitation. Tsavong jumped to his feet, the woman slumped on the floor behind him. The creature jumped to his feet, his two remaining arms spreading wide as a hydrastaff slithered out into each open hand. The creature snarled, baring his teeth and readying himself mentally for perhaps what was a last stand against whatever intruder could have possibly found him down here, and could have possibly found his way into the most fortified position within the most fortified palace on the planet. Tsavong tossed some Yuuzhan Vong insults out, and began to lunge foreward.

And was instantly brought to his knees, for the Dark Lord [member="Ordo"] walked in the room.

It was a feeling, being in his presence, that the Yuuzhan Vong had never felt before - and one that instantly alerted him that this was the Dark Lord indeed. That particular feeling was one of being rendered completely inert, helpless, as the feeling of Vongsense over took his mind. Vongsense. Tsavong had read legends of it, but hadn't actually seen it at use within the Galaxy. Rumors had stirred within the One Sith, particularly among the Yuuzhan Vong, that the Dark Lord possessed this ability - to control the uncontrollable, to sense the unsensible, to touch the untouchable. The mighty Tyrant was brought to his knees in mere moments, completely unable to fight.

"My lord," Tsavong gasped. "My god."

Though he couldn't raise himself if he wanted to, he chose the opposite, the might Yuuzhan Vong placing his head to the floor in reverence.

"The woman."

He was speaking of the limp Cira, unconscious on the floor behind him.

"She has been infected with my blood and by our technology. I beg of you," Tsavong continued. "Remake her in your image. Give me the weapon I so desire."

"Let me raise an army in your name."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge continued his trek through the palace, following his gut in terms of direction, needing to double back sometimes to find ways around rubble and the like.

She was somewhere here. It was a matter of where.

Something told him he wasn't going to find her though.