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

[Drex Skyreaper]

Objective: Defend Palace and One Sith
Location: Inside Palace
Allies: One Sith specifically [member="Sero Valrel"]
Enemies: OP and [member="Leon McConnell"] [member="Knight"] [member="Azrael"]



Drex rounded another corner speaking on the squad comm to his fellow Reaper.

[member="Sero Valrel"]

"Titus hold your position I am moving to your loc................"


Drex was interrupted by the announcement given other the emergency frequency listening to it Drex smirk pull his Rifle from his position towards his back into a ready position his stance automatically changing to a slow methodical movement as he began to sweep the hallways for targets has he moved forward.

"Titus orders are secure the Palace." "Sweep the west side of the Palace I am going to sweep the east side." Meet me outside the throne room." "Nobody makes it to the throne room alive that isn't One Sith."


Drex paused as he reached a left turn hugging the wall Drex turned sighted down his rifle ready to fire at any target there. Once cleared Drex activated the secure Legion commm channel.

"All Reapers report to battle stations." "This is not a drill, I say again this is not a drill." "Objective is search and destroy if it isn't One Sith it dies." "Report contacts as you engage."


Drex arrives at a right hand turn slicing the pie as he takes the turn his eyes millimeters above the sight so he hits what he sees and sees what he hits.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

SENATE BUILDING
[member="Countess of Báthory"]

The tilted Senate box turned right to face the spot where the Countess stood with her dogs. Hands restless and white-knuckled on the rail and her sonic servodriver, Linna tilted her head at a right angle to the floating pod.

"Titan! To whose immortal eyes the sufferings of mortality, seen in their sad reality, were not as things that gods despise; what was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense; the rock, the vulture, and the chain, all that the proud can feel of pain, the agony they do not show, the suffocating sense of woe which speaks but in its loneliness, and then is jealous lest the sky should have a listener, nor will sigh until its voice is echoless."

The pod wound its way closer, to a minimum distance of perhaps three metres.

"It is the lot of the great to suffer when they choose to pity the weak."

LOCATION: SENATE BUILDING
[member="Linna Beorht"]


The throaty chuckle would continue, as she too would relay, "Out of chaos the Gods made the galaxy, and out of high passions comes a people."

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain, ma petite" she'd watch the Zeltron woman carefully, curiously, with a vast interest. The stirrings of the Vornskr's would grow with every meter the woman would come closer towards the attached pod, six writhing bodies like a black tangled mess. The could sense her, and wanted to hunt. However, would not move without an order from the countess.

"And if we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver."

 

[Menoetius]

Valley of Lords
[member="Ayden Cater"]

Menoetius had just entered through an inflow street that approached the valley when an explosion caught him off-guard. There were many explosions happening within the valley, not so many on the actual temple itself. In fact, this was the only one he'd witnessed. Along with the explosion, he witnessed a humanoid figure clattering down the side of the temple, presumably the culprit. Menoetius couldn't have that, now, could he? Allowing a possible enemy to escape after trying to blow the temple? Allowing a possible meal to escape the embrace of death?

Now, with a new target aquired, Menoetius broke into a force-aided run. Wait a second, why wasn't the force working? The void, the force hunger that beckoned Menoetius to feast was still strong, but his connection to actual force had been disrupted. He could still hear the echoes of force signatures but calling the force to do his bidding wasn't exactly fruitful.

Ysalamari, the Anzat guessed. Rage swelled within him as he began to run like a... Like a normal being. Thankfully, it was still quite fast thanks to his Anzati heritage. Once he'd reached the temple, he assumed it would be an easy kill, a quick snack before he joined the battle within the valley. Although he couldn't see the humanoid, he did know roughly where the being had landed. From there, it was just a case of utilising his natural senses to pinpoint the location of the sentient.

The Anzat dodged fights and blaster bolts whilst running, mainly because he was running so quickly that it was difficult to pinpoint him through the chaos. By this time, he'd covered half the ground the valley had to offer and was still on a beeline to his destination; the temple exterior. Soon, Menoetius would be upon his prey, he was sure of it.

 

[Sero Valrel]

Location: In the palace heading to throne room.
Allies:One Sith, [member="Drex Skyreaper"] [member="Bastian Briareos "]@Ordo @Darth Mierin
Enemies: [member="Leon McConnell"] [member="Knight"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

“Copy that sir, see you at the throne room.”

Sero got his schutta in gear and headed to the throne room. Talk about your on the job training, this was more than Sero ever could of expected when he was told he was taking a trip to the palace. A month ago you never would of convinced him that he would be here, part of a military unit and aligned with anyone; the sith in particular, but here he was. Gone was his old damaged flex-armor vest and in it’s place was new state of the art crimson imperial scout armor, Sero could of lived a 1000 years and never have been able to afford something of this quality. The one sith took him in and gave him new armor and a home he would do what he had to, to protect it.

Sero cleared one corner, then another as he made his way to the rendezvous .

 

[Linna Beorht]

Senate Chamber

[member="Countess of Báthory"]

The pod drew back a little, putting it maybe four meters from the nearest edge of its counterpart.

"Superiority has naught to do with breeding. Blue blood runs weak."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Senate Chamber
[member="Linna Beorht"]

"Does it now?" Cyrena would study the crimson fleshed woman through the black netting of her veil. "History prevails, ma cherie. When you are in a position of privilege, it comes with specific obligations.

Those who are bred as the elite guide those who cannot comprehend the minutia of the complexities of such responsibilities." a pause, her nostrils flaring delicately. Crimson lips would curve.

"My... such delightful skin you have. " she'd say with honeyed words, taking a step forward, the sound of her short heel resonating throughout the quiet senate chamber.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Somewhere Near The Valley
Allies: OP, Most Mandos
Enemies: One Sith, Ordo (Jerk)

Ayden continued his trek. Two more little devices had been placed, each hidden away in an alcove not normally reachable. They were going to cause quite the fireworks show when the time came. If the time came. This was not a plan Ayden meant to execute, but when you only got the one shot, you had to make the most of it. In the distance he could hear fighting. Some of it sounded like Protectorate folks, others sounded like civilians rioting. Overhead, Ayden spotted a pair of Protectorate bombers streak past, blowing away a defense turret on the side of the temple. It was good to see that they still had air support in the area.

His relief turned to confusion when, he felt a large area near the front of the temple go blank. It wasn't destroyed; there had been no explosion, nor flash of light. It simply disappeared from the Force. It seemed as though the Mandalorians had some sort of new trick to play. Good. He could feel the Dark Side withdraw. He wasn't sure what the exact source was or where it was, but it was far enough away that he remained connected with the Force. Shaking his head, Ayden turned and continued to run about. Still two more to place.

 

[Salvor Arnex]

Location: Valley
Allies:[member="Menoetius"]
Enemies:[member="Ayden Cater"]

Salvor had been miraculously not run into a single sentient being yet. His luck was either great or terrible it was hard to tell at this point. Salvor raced through the valley hoping to soon find, something, anything to do, when something or some one it seemed ran by Salvor followed doing his best to keep up. Suddenly it hit him, it felt like he had died, The world around him was still there, he was still running but part of him was gone. He had been cut off from the force but how? His mind was fuzzy and senses were dulled but he kept going desperate to catch up with his quarry.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Objective: Find the One Sith Palace.
Location: Near the One Sith Palace
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Anyone else.

The cave he'd sealed himself into rocked, dust falling from the unstable boulders above him. The Acolyte reached toward his belt, grasping his lightsaber silently and tightly into his hand. He'd done more then enough hiding. Pushing a series of stones aside, Mala disposed of his large cloak, and proceeded to leap out.

He landed with a thud, before streaking away, in search of more One Sith and the palace.

 

[Evard L'Rik]

Oh, son of a...

Somebody had a ysalmiri. All the Sith for a couple meters around the Mando ground team slowed down fractionally. Lightsabers lost some of their color, and as the team advanced, I felt it.

The Force had left me.

I started back to my yacht, where I had had the foresight to stash some weapons. I had a heavy rifle and a long-range pistol. I was a pretty good shot, too. I just needed to get back to the ship before those rifles turned on me.

 

[Cira]

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


Could he be any more infuriating?!

Don't rise to the bait. Don't rise to the --

[ Drop it. ] came her curt reply, doing what she did best in that scenario. Ignore it. Avoid it.

[ Unlikely, although he will need a Shaper to heal his wounds. Or conventional medics. We can't have him bleeding out before we start interrogating him. ] she was highly tempted to use her saber to scorch all the open wounds...

[ We got anything that can tranq him down for a sustained period of time? ] all business. Had to be. [ Then we can -- ] that's when she gave a sudden pause. Her body would tense, head perking up slightly, as if searching.

She knew this sensation. Or more aptly -- a lack of it. More than a few centuries under her belt studying the galaxy as a xenoarcheolgist and xenologist had its way of telling her exactly what the sensation of being in a nulled Force bubble was.

Something was wrong. [ Ysalamiri ] would come crackling through her head comm. Oh this changed the battleground, her Quey'tek meditation was gone. Granted she still had her taozin amulet, but this meant heightened senses would be gone.

She would have to rely on her Shadow Guard training.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemy: [member="Cira"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Ally: [member="Cira"]

"Drop it?" He grumbles. "Only when you drop those Anaxian fortress walls of yours, stupid kar-" Whatever he was going to finish that sentence with, and she would likely piece it to together, was gone as the Ysalamir field snapped into being. Between Cira and himself, there were arguably no other more qualified Force Users to go without the Force.

Hardly a handicap for him.

All he really needed was some armor and a rifle, and he was fine. "We can slap some bacta on him once the dropship gets here." His head lifted, eyeing one approaching the landing zone from as low as he could go, hoping to avoid any anti-air fire that may be in the area.

"It'll also have cargo straps and we can pump him with a few more stun bolts before we go. They don't last too long, but they last more than long enough to hit orbit and get him secure on a ship."

The M47 he'd spotted moments ago came screaming in overhead, pepping nearby positions with its rotary cannons before descending and lowering the ramp. "Alright, let's get him loaded boy."

A couple stun blasts were given before the six slung their weapons and hefted the beast - one for each arm and leg; or rather, the remnants. Another two had to come over and help though, because the beast was quite cumbersome to heft. The crew chief was giving him deathglares though; he could feel it.

This was going to be a process.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Visible in the valley area
Enemy: Stupid lizards
Allies: one sith

She realized her cloak suddenly dropped, as soon as she did she dived for cover. It was into a building, their she hid behind a wall. She need to neutralize this threat, as would be effect them all. She got on to her comms unit, and called in all her star fighters squadron leaders. The mandalorians have deployed a weapon in the valley, anything that should not be their remove it. Especially any lizards, of any time. She had knowledge of the lizards, and their effects, from her time with the mandalorians. Roger Roger, Came in from the squadron leader of some darts, and blade fighters.

Soon they where sweeping the valley blasting anything what looked at place...............


[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Cira]

Valley
Enemy: That stupid scruffy faced son of a sith harlot @Sarge Pottegier
Ally: See above ^


Oh, she knew exactly what the rest of that little phrase would be. If there was one word in Galactic Basic that just made her see red, was that specific one.

The one he'd use on her over a year ago in front of her subordinates, where he would publicly dismiss her position and act in an obnoxious insubordinate manner just to be a star-forsaking ass.

[ You arrogant son of a Vhlor! ] Oh yeah, she went there. Using a Yuuzhan Vong slur that would translate to the name of a filthy Yuuzhan Vong animal. Her fingers would twitch over the MK1 Bolter she held in her hands. The temptation to send scattered shot right at his broad form would run hot through her veins. It was a good thing that their little small area was secured by Protectorate Forces, otherwise, one would wonder why in the karkin hell she was focusing on the Jedi Master instead of the mangled Vong between them.


It was a good thing she was yelling at him through that private comm. Goodness knows that if any of the other Protectorate forces heard them, they'd have questions. Many, many uncomfortable questions Cira wasn't too keen on having to answer. She couldn't blame [member="Darth Hauntruss"] 's sorcery spell anymore for her deteriating lack of judgement. Oh no, that fault lay upon the Grade - Aurabesh drutash aiwha-bait named Sarge-karking-Potteiger!

One could almost feel the heat of Cira's eyes piercing through her visor at the Jedi Master. [ Why don't you go do something more productive with your star-forsaking Jedi Order?! The Protectorate has it covered right here! ] that tongue of her would slice like a sharp vibroshiv aimed at lashing at the man.

Nek take it, she should know better. She really should.

But there was something about the blasted man that just had her seeing red like a Geonosian Gladiator Reek ready to attack.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Fleeing the Valley of the Lords
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Allies: [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Tyger Tyger"]


One instant, Orcus was filled with an awing interminable ocean of stygian strength, the next he was on his knees and trilling in pain.

The Force was gone.

"KITE!" Orcus bellowed, standing agonizingly and reaching up one flipper to seize hold of his rebellious steed while it flapped raucously. Without his mental control over it, the beast was once more wild and untamed. More, the Orbalisks were suddenly in a frenzy. The abrupt absence of Force energy to feed on left them hungry... and angry.

Instead of helping him, the parasites were beginning to bite into his skin - attempting to consume him alive.

Terror leapt through the Herglic and he struggled to clamber onto his Drexl. The mount loosed an air-splitting screech and took wing, leaving Orcus to hang by one arm from the beast, flipper wrapped around the saddle. Orcus felt himself beings swiftly devoured. The agony of his feet was nothing compared to this pain. Every flap of wings drew the Drexl higher into the sky and away from the Valley of Lords.

Teeth clenched, he stared at the city-scape far below, struggling to hold onto the flying Drexl.

So this is how I die. Eaten by my own armor and doomed by my rebellious steed.

Kite, annoyed by the meddlesome humanoid ant still clinging to its frame, shook itself mid-flight. Orcus lost his grip on the saddle and he fell. Flippers fumbled for a grip that was not there. Air screamed around him, a joyous high-pitched chant. Suddenly, the Force flooded into him like blood into a numb limb, but amplified a thousand fold. One more blast of agony....

then he hit the ground.

~ ~ ~

Location: Imperial Command Coordination and Control Center
NPC: Graze

A mean-looking grey Karkarodon with a lifetime supply of scars looked up from the tactical display showing the battle of Coruscant.

"What do you mean?" He rasped, voice possessing an utter absence of emotion.

"I mean the Force is gone. Sith commanders all across the Valley are reporting they've lost connection to it."

Graze looked back to the tactical display. "Did it happen gradually?"

"No, they reported the effects were near instantaneous."

The Karkarodon began typing on his datapad. "What do we know that causes an absence of the Force?"

"Taozin, maybe?"

"No, Captain Omakke, they create a fuzzy indistinct feeling. This is more comprehensive. Ysalamiri."

"The number of Yslamiri you'd need to have to cover that area.... And you'd need to have them all supported in nutrient cages. It's simply not logistically possible. Maybe its an undiscovered Vong creation?"

"And since when do the Protectorate have Vong allies? We must deal with known quantities. Ysalamiri, Captain. There are reports of Mandalorians on the battlefield. They have access to Ysalamiri."

"What could carry that kind of -"

"Something very large," Graze replied, "Get me all the reports on structural damage near the Valley of Lords and have a squadron on standby for an airstrike."

"The airspace over the Valley is a mess. Getting any bombers through there is next to impossible."

Graze turned slowly toward the One Sith Captain. Darkwater Security was not in control of One Sith personnel. They were independent contractors here with Lord Orcus. He needed Omakke's cooperation.

"I'll accompany them with our Wardens. Let me handle the airspace concerns. Get me that report, Captain."

 

[HK-36]

Location: Valley of the Lords
Enemy: Enemy Air Superiority Fighters, Forces Sent by [member="Darth Banshee"]
Allies: Protectorate Ground and Air Forces
Objective: Weaken enemy air position and maintain current battle environment.


Not so swiftly the barrier would fell, for Protectorate forces in the valley were as well, the groups HK led through the ruins, the flanking army led by Cira and her wife Sarge, and other miscellaneous background noises.

From crevices of the battlefield and cover of the ruins droid sensors would pick up on impeding enemy movement, and whirr would be heard here and there through the battlefield as squads of Medium Variant ARGH Mobile Weapons Platforms charged up their shattergun rotary cannons, in split second there was thunder and what sounded like tempest of winds roaring through the battlefield, adding to the noise of it all as the air around the Sith fighters filled with the hailstorm of mechanized shattergun fire, peppering them and penetrating their armor and shields quickly with the sheer speed and force of the projectiles as the skies filled with more chaos and explosions of the Sith craft.

Not so swiftly the Force barrier would be lifted from the Valley of the Lords as while the Sith may have had temporary advantage in the air, their aircraft were not without resistance, neither they were invulnerable.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Coming to Valley with Glitter
Allies: One Sith [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Enemies: Omega Protectorate

The insolence, as Balaya looked with the returning ships she couldn't believe it, they had come back from Alderaan to an OP fleet and moved to get to the planet. Her cheek getting patched up with her shoulder as she looked at the remaining sithspawn they had and soldiers. Glitter was there as well ready for something and to return to its home in the valley when reports of problems were incoming. The ship set down opening its large hold as the beast climbed out swishing its large tail as it let out a roar. She snarled feeling it, the absence of the force and the unseelies with her were even faltering, their nexus bubbles being pushed aside. Something they had never had a chance to test. "Glitter go and destroy." She moved walking with her blade and sonic rifle while speaking into the comlink. "I amhere, what has happened to the valley."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Enemy; The Real Housewives of the Protectorate
Ally; [member="Cira"]

If he'd been hoping to step on a minefield, he'd done it. Like the masochistic idiot he was, he found her switch, smacked it around and then slammed a fist down on the giant red button that said "DANGER SARGE POTTEIGER, DANGER." Always worth it.

No, wait. Usually worth it.

Private comm or not, raising your voice meant it was very clear to the outside world that you were raising your voice. Muffled was still obvious, and his head shot up as she decided to dress him down in a way only she could. Angrily. And in public.

Ironic.

Turning towards her, he took a step in, rifle slung at alert carry as his own visor locked onto hers. There was a defiance to the set of his shoulders, feet setting themselves in case she decided this was a great time to have a brawl. At least there were no vases around for her to throw. Or lamps. Or a chair.

"There's nothing more productive than retaking the Triple Zero and removing these eyesores, you imperious floozy. I go through the karking trouble of getting you the information you needed on who ordered the shipyards to cease their orbit and what do I get out of you? Absolutely karking nothing. I have no reason to be doing half of this other than for you."

And he surprised himself with that.

"I mean, I ain't even that good of a Jedi. I can't teach people. I'm aggressive. 'Arrogant.' I'm not exactly cultured or refined. I'm far from polite. But I'm really good at doing things other people can't. I'm great at wetwork and suicide missions.

One of these days I'm just hoping to do something that'll finally make you stop and go 'That was pretty impressive.' Because it seems near impossible to get you to acknowledge anything that isn't your own karking handiwork. By the Force you are most infuriating, insufferable woman I've ever had the displeasure of knowing.

Yet, somehow, that doesn't stop me from caring what you think of me. It baffles me. I can scarce begin to understand whatever drives this mental process that forces me to view you as someone I should care about. But I can't stop it. It just is.

And still, for one reason or another, you keep up walls bigger than the ego on this mangled degenerate of a Vong offshoot." He was furious. Absolutely furious.

Thank the Stars the squad realized that doing their job was the only way they were going to keep it after this. One didn't risk the wrath of the Lady Protector lightly. "I have done nothing to not earn your trust. I have done nothing to warrant your contempt other than attempt to get to know you. And yet you still question my every move and motive without giving a whiff of your own, because apparently you're allowed to know everything and I'm not.

And you say I presume too much."

He really, really wanted to throw his hands up just then, but he couldn't. "But no, you sit on your throne, sneering down at me because in your little world that you so painstakingly maintain, I'm merely a nuisance. How dare someone desire to connect with you on some level that isn't business. How strange and quaint and yet unnerving for you.

If you kept any more secrets, Cira, I'm fairly certain you'd make Ayden feel insignificant."

Everything was coming out in a rush. He didn't even know what he was saying at this point, but Stars knew he couldn't stop. "You up and disappear for half a year, come back and act like the galaxy ended without you, and then dismiss the idea that anyone truly missed you. Then, when you realize that the Sith are still a threat, you wonder why a Jedi would want to take a fight to them. You aren't even thinking at this point. You're just flailing out of desperation, hoping beyond hope that something you will say will force me to acknowledge you aren't worth the karking effort." The irony that he was doing the same wasn't lost on him, but he'd never pretended that he wasn't an act first sort of person.

She was the one who always liked to appear calculating. He shook his head, inhaling sharply. "But if there's one thing we both know Cira, it's that I'm not going to stop. Not until I get what I want. Maybe someday you can get down from your tower long enough to see there's beauty in living in the world you control, rather than just being a controlling but distant game master, content to hide behind curtains and mirrors so that you can feel even the tiniest ounce of security."

"Still, no. Here I am, surrounded by soldiers capturing a Voice of the Dark Lord while arguing with the head of state about things she refuses to acknowledge. Then again I don't know why I expected less from a politician with tighter lips than the Lord Protector himself."

He snorted. "What a karking fool I've been, thinking that somewhere in there was an actual individual."

 

[Menoetius]

Valley Of Lords, Temple
Enemy: [member="Ayden Cater"]
Ally: [member="Salvor Arnex"]

Dust kicked up and blaster bolts whizzed by as Menoetius sprinted across the valley. His Anzati heritage gave him athlete levels of physical fitness, which was really working to his advantage in this forceless bubble. The determination to devour a sentient being just fueled his legs which powered him further and faster. The temple was fast approaching and with it, the edge of the Ysalamari bubble. Meneotius couldn't see the perimeter of the bubble but by the lord did he feel it when he burst out the end.

It was as if Menoetius' body was an electromagnet dropped into a barrel of metal nails and turned on. Thankfully, most of the pain was offset by his hunger's happiness to accommodate the force in its entirety, but it made Menoetius grimace in a mix of shock and pain. It didn't slow the Anzat though, oh no, Menoetius gunned it. With the force flowing through his twisted being, fueled by the pain, giving him speed, Darth Erebos closed the gap between himself and the temple in what seemed like an instant.

Having arrived, he narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air. Anzati were hunters and their natural prey were sentient beings. If the battle raging behind him were silent, Menoetius would be able to detect his prey's heartbeat through hearing along. This time, though, he sifted through all of his senses, telepathy included, to track down his prey.

Confident that the being he sought was just around the corner, Menoetius paced over. He was growling quietly, allowing all the foul emotions attributed with the dark side to build within him, preparing him for the hunt. Turning the corner, he spotted a man dashing around wildly. There you are.

Menoetius called his lightsaber to his left hand and a familiar snap-hiss signaled its ignition. Crimson light bathed both the Anzat and the surrounding area in a dull glow, the fizzing of his saber adding yet more sound to the ambience. A crooked smile appeared on his face, though that was hidden in the shrouds of unnatural shadows. Soon, he'd feast...

 

[J3C0]

Imperial Palace
[member="Mia Monroe"]

As soon as the girl pressed her hand forward Mierin allowed herself to focus in the force. A shimmer appeared before her, a stained glass window that ran with red and black, all of her hatred and pain focused within the barrier. The force push slammed into it, surging around it, cracking it, spindly spiderwebs forming within the translucent red barrier.

Mierin stood in place behind it, her smile slowly disappearing into an impassive stare.

The barrier disappeared, and Mierin stepped forward, beginning to slowly walk towards the Mandalorians woman. “Are you not glad Mandalorian? He has revealed himself. Finally he has shown his face, finally he has deigned to show you the truth. Are you not happy for him?”

She didn't attack, but instead drew the lightsaber from the Hydra Staff belt. The creature wiggled slightly, but didn't move otherwise, its heads remaining still upon her shoulders.

The Lightsaber hilt flipped and twirled once in Mierins cold mechanical hand, its curved hilt fitting perfectly on the crook of her fingers.