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

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Imperial Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"][member="Drex Skyreaper"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Darth Tuk'ata"]
Enemies: [member="Knight"] [member="Leon McConnell"]
Objective: Not yet...

Shargon looked similar to many of the Civilians by Imperial Palace and he even acted as one chatting about the Invasion and Faith in their military. Imperial Palace held many Artifacts held dear to others and was guarded naturally. Shargon needed to blend in order to effectively work and he was doing a great job with the Civilians around. Once Shargon noticed [member="Darth Nephthys"] leave he looked are more and walking inside the Imperial Palace to "Chat" in reality he was setting up his position and no jedi would be able to sense him since he was Force Dead.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Buildings and Cover surrounding Valley of the Lords,
Allies: @Mia Monroe, [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Animus"], [member="Ilsa Voll"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Hal Terrano"], [member="Sven Talith"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Tyger Tyger"], [member="Menoetius"]
Objective: Sniper Support


HK was back behind cover, even with his cloak concealing him he did not wanted to take a risk, holding a computerized interface scope he brought along, although not attached to any weapon, he had it synchronized with his HUD, allowing him to look through the scope without actually looking through it.
And so he scanned the battlefield with the little device from behind his cover in the abandoned building.

"Well our shots has landed, but it looks like most of our attacks bounced, I did manage to crack his armor, hip area, he is bleeding and his flesh is exposed."

It was then that the droid spotted few quarrel from a bowcaster fly into the building where Mia and Hal had their showdown.

"Giiiiiirl, they have Wookiees up in here?"

Tilting his scope he would be able to spot the face of Tyger just before the man ducked under the cover,

"Wait, I know that guy."

He would mutter to his Eldorai ally and cock his SR-1 shattergun rifle for another shot,

"It would be only proper to say 'hello'."

It was then that he noticed the explosion before Tef the Ugly Vong Duckling, enveloping the beast and the shield it held, and with that he would be able to notice the swarm of critters the Vong has unleashed.

"Once we get out of here we will need to be careful, there are some Vong bugs scouring the area, we will need to grab a couple of the flamers, and against the Vong beast-"

He would glance to the side where MD-1 anti-armor shattergun rested,

"-Well I have something special for him."


And with that HK would move back to the window, looking through the tri-light scope of his rifle towards the area where Tyger hit as he quipped back to Kaida,

"Taldir, do you think you could get up on the roof for me and use the opening I made on the Sith Pureblood? At least make it showy, I want you to get someone's attention, if you do not mind being a bait for a bit."

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Buildings and cover surrounding valley of the dark lords
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Ilsa Voll"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Ember Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Tyger Tyger"], [member="Hal Terrano"], [member="Sven Talith"], [member="Menoetius"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"]


Kaida was likewise behind cover, though obviously without a fancy chameleon cloak of invincibility and such. From what she could tell it seemed the dramatically named Valley of the Dark Lords was the place to be and attracting a good deal of attention given all the one on one fights. Or two on one fights.


An expression of distaste crossed her features at the mention of Vong. One could say that Kaida, although more progressive than most Eldorai, was just a wee bit xenophobic. "They'll fall like the Kar'zun," she said more to herself. For her part she had brought an MK1 bolter that among other things also had several magazines of the new APE rounds Firemane had made, which were devastating against most types of personal armour and packed a mean punch.



"Aren't you the 'Metal Demon'? With all that fancy armour, should you not be playing bait? And I made quite an opening on him," she mock grumbled before relenting and getting to her feet. "I can do showy. I will require cover though if someone else joins the party." That said she quickly got up and ran. They were in a building and while not on the roof very high on it so the superior speed and agility of an Eldorai quickly got her up and she took cover behind a pillar. Of course, sooner or later that would probably get blown up, but it would do.



The boltgun was in her hand but she did not use it at present, instead she sank into the Force and focused her powers upon Hal, exerting her cryokinetic will. His armour was obviously powerful and so tossing really sharp icicles or even an ice spear at him would not be very efficient, as had just been shown. Besides, this sort of thing called for flashy. What Kerrigan would have done was obvious: Throw ridiculously large objects or repeatedly smash the Sith against a building. Perhaps drop one.



Kaida was no Kerrigan, but she cryomancy offered fancy tricks and so as she harnessed her natural affinity for the cold...in an attempt to freeze his blood. Frost pearls spread across her face, though her features were obscured by her helmet, and her blue eyes turned icy as she sank into the Force. To the unitiated it might appear that she was suffering from frostbite as her lips acquired a bluish tint that looked rather unhealthy, as she gave herself to the Force and it answered her call. The power over ice was her province and did not just extend to manipulating the environment but also to the human body and its temperature.



Obviously Hal was a knight with all that implied when it came to Force Aura and such, which also meant that they were on the same level rankwise, but cryokinesis was her specialisation. And so she poured her will into an effort to make him experience a cold shock that should make him unable to feel his limbs and induce a state of paralysis in them as his body temperature should sink. Movement should become sluggish, and then fail completely. She willed that the blood inside him should be frozen, stop pulsing and circulating, so that it might no longer reach his brain. The ideal consequence would be brain death. Concentration was etched over her face as she used her Sciia, as her people called the Force, cold steam emanating from her mouth and gauntleted hand. Should this succeed then the Sith's heart would stop.


Of course, no plan survives first contact with the enemy but it should produce an effect. Obviously it was not possible to flash freeze someone on a planet like Coruscant.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Medical Shuttle/space
Allies: The One Sith
Enemy: The Omega Protectorate

She just arrived in the system, when reports came in, that coruscant had been invaded. What was worse, it was not the republic attacking, it was the omega protectorate and mandalorains allies. She feared this day would come, when mandalorians came for them as well. It been on the cards, since mandalore had declared his stance on the sith. Was it war with both of them, or are they hear as mercenaries. She hoped they where just hired for the job, though she new in her hart it would not be.

Captain, I need you to land on my factory station. She told the commander of the ship.

Yes my lord, but why. He thought she would be going straight to planet, to help repel the invasion.

I have ships their, we can use. Also we can unload the incapacitated soldiers. As well as pick up my security guards, not many but they may make a difference. She explained.

Yes my lord, He then set course to nearest one, and docked with it.

Darth Banshee gone on the com links straight away, and began issue orders. To all the factory and ships, she had in the area
All security guards, report to nearest working fury Pick up weapons, your going in
All pilots report in to my ship, She looked around and saw one, The fire dancer.
All none combat ships, and space stations. I want you to leave the system and head to, widek and carry on operations their. If you can raise alarm.

Her security guards where not trained for this, had little armour and their weapons where only stun guns. Though once on the ground, they be able to upgrade their weapons.

She then made a second call to [member="Darth Mierin"] Coruscant is under attack, I repeat Coruscant is under attack. I will not be waiting for a reply, I am going in. May the force be with you on alderaan

She then boarded the fury, and made her way to coruscant. She small fleet with her know, and few hundred guards. With any luck they be able to stem the battle till reinforcements arrived. Her pilots started to report in, she did the maths she had approximately five hundred blade fighters and hundred and twenty darts and five furys in total.

She got her captain to have look, where the fighting was happening on planet surface. News reports and the military com channels, seemed to indicate, that bulk combat was happening in the valley. She then gave her orders to new mini fleet.

Your duty today is simple, make them wish they never came here. All fighters give close air support, to the guards. Guards get what weapons you can from the dead, take defensive positions and hold your ground. Reinforcements are coming, and those pilots will help protect you.

They closing into the atmosphere know, it was not smooth ride with the speed they where going at. Though soon land, then her men would take up positions. While she entered the valley of dark lords, and play cat and mouse with her enemies. She did not need to beat them, she had to stall them till help arrived.

They landed with a bang but undamaged, her security guards ran out stunning a few enemy soldiers, and trying to find better weapons. She however used the force to cloak herself, and then head into the valley of dark lords. She was scared of having to face mandalorians, not that she could not beat them. It was the fact she did not want to hurt the one`s, she cared about. Though they had left her little choice in the matter, they where trying to kill her family. She would not let that happen, though she new she never be the same after today.

 

[Salvor Arnex]

Location:valley
Allies: One Sith
Enemies:OP
Objective:Find something to do


Coruscant and The One Sith were under attack. From whom he did not know but that mattered little, what did matter is that this was his new home and Salvor Arnex would not sit back and watch it burn. The young Zabraki made his way through the Valley of the Lords in hopes of defending it from the invaders, if he did well he may even be able to find a master to complete his training. He moved swiftly and quietly wearing nothing more than his smoke colored tunic and pants, he left his cloak behind somewhere. His light sabers bounced at either hip as he moved searching for some one, anyone, friend or foe it didn’t matter.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: Valley
Enemies: [member="Tyger Tyger"] [member="Hal Terrano"] @Tsaavong Kraal
Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ilsa Voll"]


Move.

That was all the warning she got through he force as the damn overwatch fired at her again. The energy bolt slammed into the back of Mia's shoulder, beskar took the brunt of the damage, though the skin burned between the joints. She grunted dropped to one knee as the rest of the assault came on from the over watch. Explosions erupted around her and she placed a hand on the floor anchoring herself in with the force and shrapnel pinged off her armour. Looking up for her target, smoke and debris obscured her vision. Switching to thermal vision, she found the sith a few meter from her. "Will someone take out that damn Overwatch!" she yelled through the comms, before coming to her feet again and advancing towards the sith. The scattergun came up and this time she aimed for his face.

"I will stop, when you are dead." she growled squeezing the trigger.

CRACKBOOM!

She pulled the trigger again. It clicked empty. She still had two grenades in the launcher though. Before she could contemplate using them the air became thick with bugs. Scream of those who were unarmoured filled her ears. They covered her trying to find a way into the armour. Well, feth that. She dropped the scattergun and activated the flamethrower on her wrist and set to burning the creatures off herself, tutaminis dealing with the excess heat.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemies: [member="Cira"]
Allies: [member="Cira"]

Being hyperalert meant that when Cira forced a Sith to draw a saber behind them, he noticed.. Who was behind their lines... using the Force? Turning his head, he hefted his rifle and settled his line of sight through the scope.

The Sith charging her, saber drawn, was dropped by a double-tap to the side of his chest.

A dirty smirk was plastered beneath his helmet. Good thing she couldn't see it. Back resting against half-shattered stone, he gave her a two-fingered wave and rose to drop a Sith who's blaster had gone dry mid suppressive fire. Probably a conscript. Poor thing.

Settling back down, he recounted his shots to doublecheck his ammo count, soldiers around him doing what it was they did best; make war.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Objective: Protect artefacts, remove hostiles
People: [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ilsa Voll"] [member="Old Red Ordo"] [member="Animus"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]


Hauntruss, having landed sometime ago, was in a foul and almighty dark rage. Having her target removed from her by some skiddish Alderaanian politician, the usual sinister mischievous personality that she greeted her targets was gone. Still in her read storm trooper battle armor, with her black cloak over top dancing in the Coruscant winds. She advanced on the Valley of Dark Lords. Under breathe dark curses and summon spells were swirling about. In dead tongues she hissed the darkside to her aid. Her presence in the valley would quickly become noticeable to those more sensitive in the force. Like a choking poisonous mist, it bleed from her very core. One thing was on her mind, protect the newly claimed Krayt Holocron and despatch any how try to touch it. Hauntruss quickly made her way to the newly constructed tomb complex, ancient founder of the One Sith. Her eyes burned with a dark passion behind the golden sheen of her Sith glare.

The force was swelling at her fingertips, through the force one could see a small maelstrom of malevolent force energy, ready to be blasted from her finger tips. The chaos around the Valley was increasing. Mandolorians and what seemed to be Omega Protectorate. Her black inked lips curled into an ungodly frown. If she was to make an entrance she would cause as much damage through the force as she could and stem the tide. It would a very force consuming attack, but such an opener would be necessary to soften the defences of the enemy. Walking into the new tomb hiding behind the shadows of the entrance chamber she closed her eyes and began to chant incantations in the dark tongue of the Sith. Old Sith magic began to boil and form in her mind and in her aura.

The blackness of the force, heightened by the Valley of Dark Lords began to morph and turn into violent ripples in the force. These force waves would feel to a force user and those who are not force users as unknown pressure that bounded at their mental stability. Although for so many targets the ferocity would be halved that's all Hauntruss needed. To cloud their judgement and bathe the Valley of the Dark Lords in a black mist that obstructed force wielders and their ability to centre themselves. Slowly, Hauntruss was making this battlefield her domain!

Building as much as she could, she then suddenly released this dark poisonous cloud of the darkside in an abrupt shout through the force. "Qâzoi Kyantuska Odojinya!" The darkness spread and spread, clouding the force and throwing the battlefield into imbalance. Force users would find their ability to call on the force obscured and the a choking sensation as if their very connection to the force had been tainted. Non-Force users would feel as if "Something was off" there would be some unknown pressure slowing their reflexes and clouding their judgement time. Hauntruss retreated further into the tomb and summoned more of the darkside.

The longer she remained, the longer the battlefield would be soaked in her dark spells.​

 

[Cira]

Valley
Enemies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Allies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

That black helmet would swivel towards the direction the killing shots came from. Gold eyes would narrow upon that two finger salute briefly, before another Sith came to her, decked to the nines in Vonduun Skerr Kyrric armor.

What would settle briefly very familiar armor - yeah, she knew - would turn into a surge of irritation that fortunately was redirected at her current opponent. It was a good thing. One didn't want to focus on the LAST time she saw that particular arrogant son of a schutta.

It was better to fight.

A massive vong blade of the likes she'd never seen came slashing at her direction, prompting her to dodge to avoid being cut in half from shoulder to hip. Left, right. left. BLAST! came the curse, as she would send powerful bursts from the MK1 Bolter at her opponent.

A bit more difficult to deal with, but hell --- that's what thermals were for. One was snagged, thumb chucked the ring, and she sent it rolling at the Sith's feet.

3

2

1

BOOM!​

 

[Tyger Tyger]

LOCATION: Valley of the Lords – Prospective Bird’s Nest
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Hal Terrano"]
ENEMIES: Omega Protectorate and friends; [member=Mia Monroe]
OBJECTIVE: Incapacitate/Kill Mia Monroe

Talking was not a free action. So, while his opponents were chatting, Milo was acting. When Mia got to about “I will stop—,” Milo had popped out again (in a new location along the barrier, of course), laying down the remaining two Exploding Quarrels in his clip.

He was quick about it, no stranger to the kinds of scopes available on the market nowadays (nor ignorant of how guerrilla warfare could find him an opponent from almost anywhere), laying the two shots more haphazardly around Mia, and hoping the shrapnel or the concussive force would fell her should the explosion itself fail, then moving back behind cover and taking a running dive into the stairwell by which the roof had been originally accessed.

After all, it was in horeshoes and this where “close enough” counted for something.

Though even that old adage was showing wear as four immediate explosions failed to even yield a case of tinnitus. Milo was frustrated by the waste in resources.

Sure, there were several words here, but the breadth of the whole bit should have occurred in but a few seconds.

From inside the descending stairwell, Milo swapped his empty quarrel clip for a new one, readying him with six more rounds of fiery impotence.

"Dark Force Waves" washed over him apparently, but he felt nothing. The halved focus, the broad range, no doubt whittling down the effectiveness of what was surely a compelling display of Sith pomposity. But his mind was well-knit; his questions, uncomplicated. His time in space, in the desert, same thing, no diffierence, had cut away from hiim the distraction of window-dressing, the fear of the perceived unknown. His purpose had been steeled, made absolute. He killed because that's what he did, and that's all he needed know.

For if it were not true, Durga would not ride on his back.

The Anans'ai had cloaked him in the web of story. He was not a man, but a character. A role free from doubt.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Buildings and Cover surrounding Valley of the Lords,
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Tyger Tyger"]
Objective: Sniper Support


It was with nifty use of his droid sensors and multiple spectrums of vision they were capable of at once, like the infrared, along with utilizing his tri-light scope that the droid was able to keep up with Tyger's shifting position along the barrier wall.

The droid was patient and quick, thankfully to his millenniums of experience and ever advancing state of the upgrades he received from the Protectorate, and so, still hidden in his position, as soon as he jumped out of his cover the second time HK took a shot at Tyger's side was taken when he took two more shots at Mia, the droid kept tracking his target, if Tyger was able to get that far without being knocked down on his buttsies.

The shot was aimed at Tyger's back, while the hit could be lethal, it did not had to be, in case Tyger's writer would want him to keep doing stuff, of course he would be wounded and his skills restricted should the enemy soldier be hit by the hyper-velocity small bullet capable of benting phrik armor, cracking Vonduum crab plates, and penetrating medium vehicle armor, these bastards of tiny bullets were incredibly hard to avoid due to their small nature, high speed, no muzzle flush due to magnetic nature, and completely silent mechanisms outside of the sound of flying bullet which the target would register after they were stricken with the pellet.

In this universe there were blaster rifles, slughthrowers, and then there were highly over powered railgun shatterguns, just as if not more advanced than the E-11, which was pretty outdated at the time.

The rifle powered up again, as the droid took aim, he noticed the trail of Tyger's heat signature and its center behind a wall of some stairway in one of the ruined ruins, it was a bit of a longshot, especially if Tyger was able to avoid incapacitation so long but HK decided to take the chance.

Taking aim to where Tyger's spine would be he took a shot at the wall, hoping the shattergun bullet would have enough kick to penetrate and shatter the wall Tyger was using as cover, now this could have three different outcomes.

One, the pellet could penetrate the wall clean through and strike Tyger' hitting his spine for some nice concussive damage and taking away feeling in some of his limbs,

Two, it could shatter the wall with the Force it was packing, hitting Tyger as well as collapsing the stairway he was hiding in on top of him, of course that would stop HK from confirming the kill but it would also take Tyger out of the fight,

And three, the wall was thick enough to stop the pellet and Tyger would walk away from that shot unscathed, of course the other shots the droid took could have done some damage to him already.


Either way, the droid slung the rifle over his shoulder, letting it recharge as he grabbed his MD-1 and moved out of sight to change his sniping position,

"Kaida, how are we doing?"

He sent a message through his built-in communications to his Space Elf mage friend.

 

[Isar]

Location: Valley of the Lords
Enemy: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="HK-36"]
Ally: [member="Tyger Tyger"]

Whales were in short supply these days, mostly due to their current hazardous occupation on Alderaan. In place of an 800 pound Herglic Lord, the Sith sent a short youth of about 17 garbed in a simple cloth tunic, loose, flowing pants, and black spunplast boots.

He emerged from one of the temples of the Lords and glanced up at the statue towering over him. The mausoleum contained the interred remains of his uncles. They, like the rest of the Idruin Tribe, had perished on Metalorn when Matsu Ike destroyed the prison containing Sith POWs. The youth's features twisted, face a canvas for the savage brush strokes of sorrow and revenge. The two mingled together to form a painting of anguish that set his heart aching and sent his stomach into knots.

Those were the days of the old Sith Empire, when members of the Kro Var people had come to the Sith's aid to stop the Republic incursions. Few still lived from those campaigns. Aleksandr had been but fifteen and was kept away from the majority of the fighting. Too weak to make a difference.

Eyes of molten gold looked slowly toward the sound of sudden explosions. Soldiers swarmed past him.

"Private, what's going on? Who is attacking?"

The Stormtrooper glanced at the kid, then at the lightsaber on Aleksandr's belt. "Protectorate invasion. We need to shore up the perimeter defenses."

Nodding slowly, the dark-haired Kro Var looked over his shoulder. "I sense..." He scowled, "What?! Here?" He muttered. A series of blaster reports were followed by concussive blasts from not far off. "Go, get to the perimeter. I'll take care of this."

He set off at a run, using the Force to accelerate his speed. His double-bladed lightsaber snapped into his palm, the long hilt a familiar friend to his fingers.

In moments he came upon the sight of the confrontation, a lone gunman sat atop a high position firing down onto a crew of Mandalorians. Years of hatred flared up at the sight of them.

Aleksandr currently stood in a cluster of buildings overlooking the Valley. He started running again, speed enhanced by the Force, only to run directly into something invisible and metal. He stumbled backward, head aching.

"What the?"

The impulsive Kro Var loosed an angry stream of flames from his palm straight toward whatever invisible wall he'd bumped into, which was of course HK-36.

The HK droid himself likely wouldn't be harmed by some overwashing flames. The chameleon cloak he was wearing was a different story. The thing about high tech equipment is that it tends to break easily... and burn.

And while HK could probably survive a mere burst of fire, floundering around wrapped in a flaming cloak for any sustained period of time - like say a good several seconds - is enough to melt anyone's circuits.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

SENATE CHAMBER
Enemies: [member="Countess of Báthory"] and six puppies
Allies: Unspecified narcotics and an IQ north of 200

The Metellos senate pod wobbled its way around the chamber on emergency power, and Linna continued to declaim.

"Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, who chariotest to their dark wintry bed the wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, each like a corpse within its grave-"

She gulped down a pill, dry, eyes fixing half-blind on the place where the Countess and her hounds would emerge.

"Thou on whose stream, ‘mid the steep sky’s commotion, loose clouds like pale decaying leaves are shed, shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, angels of rain and lightning: there are spread on the blue surface of thine airy surge, like the bright hair uplifted from the head of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge of the horizon to the zenith’s height, the locks of the approaching storm."

Her voice rose to a jubilant crescendo.

"Thou dirge of the dying year, to which this closing night will be the dome of a vast sepulchre vaulted with all thy congregated might of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear!"

Location: The Senate Building
Objective: Hunt a little Zeltron doxy
Allies: One Sith | [member="Drex Skyreaper"]

Enemies: Republic | [member="Linna Beorht"] | [member="Yusan Fenn"]


The Garhoon would walk delicately to the right of the woman, coming from the hall way that would lead to her own pod amidst the masses. The Vornskrs would start to snarl, baring sharp teeth as that untapped potential of the Force would swirl around the Zeltron. There would come a slow clap from the Countess, lace gloved hands delicately echoing their praise at the woman.

"My my, what talented tongue you have there, ma chère." slanted feline eyes would glimmer in interest as they would appraise the woman.

"Unfortunate that such perfect High Galactic is wasted on the peons of society, no less...." her nose would twitch, delicate olfactory senses detecting foreign substances running through the woman, even at this distance. Her right hand would lower after her ovation, gently stroking the dark silk of the crown of Nox's head.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Valley
Allies: The One Sith
Enemy: [member="HK-36"]

She heard a shot from a covered position, it was a sniper. He was too well covered for her ships to take him out, and he was too dangerous place to be left alone. She then made her way over their, under the cover of the force. She new some thing was wrong though, as she could not see the shooter. When he fired, which meant they where using a clocking field similar to her ship. The other problem was, if she decloaked herself to find him, she probably get shot too. She started to move towards where shot was fired from, it was tricky job as she still liked to sneak around, as gave her extra cover. This was encase, some one could see through the cloak it would make it harder still to spot her.

Her journey over the rubble took time, but she would make it their sooner or later. The question was would the sniper change position?

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemies; [member="Cira"]
Allies; [member="Cira"]


Sarge's favorite part about thermal detonators was not only that they vaporized any metal they contacted, but also that they didn't affect anything outside their detonation range more than giving them a sunburn. Perfect if you knew the exact size of your target and you were nearby.

That didn't stop the geyser of orange, black and red from surprising him with its violence - they were illegal weapons for a reason. Didn't stop mercenaries from using them. If it was effective and practical, why not use it?

Blinking at her, he gave a few hand motions for the squad to move up in support of her. He couldn't allow the Lady Protector to do anything on her own. A fireteam stayed behind to hold this position as another dropship came in low across the horizon while he and the others moved towards the fiery haired woman... a very leery Sarge in tow.

Bound and overwatch... bound and overwatch... bound. Overwatch.

He really didn't want to be this close to her but damnit, she was too important to leave her alone.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Away from the Valley
Allies: Omega Protectorate, Mandalorians
Enemies: One Sith

The sudden chaos of the fight, the thermal detonator going off, statues tumbling, tanks firing all served to obscure the figure of the Lord Protector. When the scene calmed enough for anyone to look for him, he was gone. The Force wrapped around him, obscuring his form and his presence within the Force. He had other objectives than indulging sycophants in battle. He vaulted over rubble and charged down a stairwell. Moving swiftly, he scanned the temple exterior with a critical eye. Pausing long enough to pull a small square transmitter out of his jacket, Ayden leapt with the Force and landed on a narrow ledge some fair distance off the ground. He knelt and fiddled with the corner some before jumping on a flat surface and sliding down.

Jumping to the side, he tumbled and clattered before coming up running, soon vanishing once again from sight. One down, four to go. And as the sun moved overhead, the corner's shadow moved normally with the passing of time.

 

[Evard L'Rik]

Location: Valley of Lords
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Omega Trash
Objective: Electrocute Omega Trash

My ship was partially camouflaged by the fires burning around the temple. I landed the golden yacht, and looked around. There were a bunch of my compatriots being attacked by hidden Protectorate riflemen.

It was time to take care of that.

I held out my right arm at the nearest rifleman, and sort of lobbed a ball of energy at him. It seemed that he was some kind of a droid, but the lightning would still affect him. He was aiming at [member='Tsavong Kraal'], though, and the Vong was unaware.... Three against one is hardly fair.

 

[Cira]

Valley
Enemy: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Ally: [member="Sarge Potteiger"].


What was he DOING?! That singular aggravated thought would pierce through her mind. She didn't need back up! There was already a bit of confusion as to why Sarge had directed the squad to bound and over-watch at her direction, but they didn't question it. It was, after all, Sarge.

She'd have yelled it at him, but she wouldn't. Oh but would it ever be evident in her body language. This was only serving to set her apart, which was distinctly what she didn't want to do in such a situation.

The large looming monuments of the ancient Sith Lords would tower over the ongoing battlefield. These were memorials to a testament of an ideal of the Sith Empire. Destroying them may be considered a simple matter, but there was significance to the destruction and the public defacing of such figureheads.

There was something about taking an icon, a figurehead, and destroying it that could beat the tiniest of butterfly wings and turn that into a storm.

Just like the destruction of the Jedi Temple and the Fall of Coruscant sent waves of shock throughout the galaxy. That the Jewel of the Core had fallen to the Sith would forever be held in infamy.

It is why these memorials needed to be publicly defaced. Destroyed. Brought down to the ground until nothing of what had identified it in its original form remained.

Cause and effect.

And Cira intended to be that very cause by night's end.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemy: [member="Cira"]
Ally: Cira

Her question was answered as the squad formed a cordon and began clearing a corridor around the flank of the valley - keeping two squads in a drop area only large enough for one was the dumbest thing he could do. Other than standing around in enemy territory in plain sight, alone.

That was pretty dumb too.

It didn't take long for her comm to click as a private frequency was open and his familiar voice came through, punctuated by his adrenaline fueled breathing. "The kark do you think you're doing?" He asks as he sets up and the men begin moving forward, using statues for cover to circumvent the main thrust of the brawl in the valley.

He wanted to ask Ayden the same question, but he wasn't close enough for that to be relevant, and he didn't want to potentially distract Ayden from a situation Sarge couldn't see. At least he had eyes on, here.

This was already going south. His judgement was clouded.

Why was she so infuriating?!

 

[Sven Talith]

Temple Of The Valley of The Dark Lords
[member="Ember Rekali"]

Sven followed through the temple, unlike Ember he knew its layout exactly. He had been here during the construction of the place, albeit only very briefly. For him however it had been enough, he knew where he was going and by the sounds of the screams and dying guttural noises of temple guards he could easily follow the Mandalorian.

The assassin didn't bother running, there was no where for the man to go.

Instead he jogged at a brisk pace, his electro-staff buzzing as he finally entered the last chamber. There he found the Mandalorian, and once again Sven didn't bandy about pretty words, there was no need. He wasn't a Sith that tried to convince the enemy to join his side, he wasn't someone that could convert those they fought. He was simply a Soldier.

The Stunner raised in his off hand, and Sven fired four more shorts.