Invasion of Nar Shaddaa (Reps vs. Suns)

[Airal Thamne]

She wasn't using sonic weaponry and thus laid down fire on the two unexploded grenades as they rolled towards @Sopher Jakobs hitting one, right as it neared the boy. She tossed a baktoid thermal detonator towards @[member="Daella Apparine"] with all the strength she could muster tossing it with ease and another towards Sopher, towards the two grenades in case the gunfire didn't set them off. Since she was near a damaged turbine anyways, she figured what the hey. She returned to laying down fire at Daeila , waiting for her next move knowing the detonator would explode on contact left her with ditching cover, and when she did Airal would shoot her down with her blaster rifle. That was the goal anyways. She had a helmet on, to go with her black sun armor. It allowed her to see, and was some what climate controlled thankfully.
@[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

INTERIOR OF POWER PLANT

@Arcturus Procyon | @Daella Apparine | @Diana Moridena | @Airal Thamne | @Sopher Jakobs

Thaddeus was amazed by the Jedi's amazing feats. They were so amazing, in fact, that they forced Thaddeus to realize it was time to get the hell out of dodge. He made his move for a side entrance of the power plant and headed straight for his underground bunker with his commandos. There, they stayed hidden until the invasion was over. Whoever the winner, Thaddeus would surely make his way off the planet once the coast was clear.

But, Thaddeus would not go out without a bang. He opened the commlink implant of his and contacted @[member="Airal Thamne"]. "Stop what you're doing and get outta there. I'm about to blow the sucker sky high. I have the other mercenaries moving the other bombs to the base of the power plant. They wanna take out the shields, we'll give them a little...help." Thaddeus said to her. Once Airal was out of the danger zone, and the bombs were in place, Thaddeus would order the activation of the thermal annihilator bombs around the base of the power plant. These bombs were so powerful that they could take out a medium building, alone. Together, all detonating at the base of the power plant, would be able to bring it crumbling down.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sopher heeded his master’s orders and went to take cover. The blaster in his hand remained armed as he took cover behind some large equipment in the generator facility. His master was quick and she moved with a grace that most didn’t have in the order, which prompt him to move quickly like he was taught as well. The Luma grenades didn’t do much since he was under cover and his vision was blocked briefly from it. Then the tinkering sound of grenades echoed near him, blinking quickly he shrouded himself in the force protecting him from the gun fire and the explosion. Everything was hot and he felt his forehead drenched in sweat, if only they had decided to fight outdoors.

Poking his head out after the explosion, he looked towards the alien that had tossed them towards him and her focus being on his Master, he took the opportunity. Silly that she would think grenades would harm a Jedi, especially him! Taking aim with the blaster pistol, he fired rapidly towards the core of her body. Either way distraction was the best of all things.

@[member="Airal Thamne"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Power Plant Interior

Vulpesen had been riding with his new taxi, who was finally starting to get with the program after a few turns, and he was catching up to the team of jedi when he sensed danger from above. He looked up to see @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"], spewing fire towards his compatriots. "I hate that thing!" Vulpesen easily remembered it from the last time they met, and he also remembered how fething annoying it had been when it had been blasting away at him.

Still, he was comforted to see @[member="Diana Moridena"] had the creature covered and thus dropped a few credits into his driver's lap before launching from his seat and striding towards the door, using the various distractions to charge in, where he found the mercenaries, with their backs to him. It was too easy, considering how he had come in after them. Had Vulpesen been a sith, he would have killed them outright, but being a jedi, he pulled his blaster from his jacket and aimed it at the leg of @[member="Thaddeus Creed"], firing two shots then switching up to the other mercenaries and firing a row of shots at their legs and arms. "Sorry I'm late!" He flashed a grin and took his lightsaber into his hand to deflect the shots of anyone who could manage to take a shot at him.

@[member="Sopher Jakobs"]

 

[Onrai]

Near Yusan, the sound of a quick tandem speeder could be heard homing in on his position. The rear cockpit would open up for only a few seconds, giving him enough time to jump in. Once he did so, the speeder would soar higher up the city through the nearest chase, going at full throttle until finally, the two were on the surface, the uppermost layer of Nar Shaddaa.

"So... What did you do to piss those assholes off?" The voice of the pilot would instantaneously strike him as familiar, a voice he most certainly would never forget.

@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Seris Vant]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Darth Arcis"]

"Rayl, planetary shielding just dropped by over twelve percent. Seems they have people on the ground running sabotage. At this rate we'll probably loose all shielding within at max an hour, probably quicker".

Rayl rubbed the bridge of his nose beneath his mask. Nothing but doom crossed his mind at the news. "We've three options then. Cut and run, attack which is suicide with what we have. And those karking Sith seem nothing but show since we're already under attack from below and about to lose. I think we're going to have to try the third option and negotiate. Black Sun is supposed to be more of a business, and regardless of any outcome it will survive". His mask was drawn down to his neck. He'd hate to surrender per say but near every person of power had already fled Nal Shaddaa. Most other Crime Lords of surrounding systems would be unlikely to send aid without Domino at the helm. Rayl could in fact come out all the stronger for this if he played his cards right. "Send them this message. At your numerical superiority and lack of direct support of our ally. I extend an invitation to open negotiations on behalf of Black Sun with Republic diplomats and military representation. The only terms I ask for is a cessation of current and future military action of the Republic while negotiations are ongoing. Fleet Commander, Lord Wilded".

The greatest thing about this plan was if they refused negotiations, it would be on record that the Republic were indeed warmongers. Their allies would think poorly of this. Now of course if they didn't accept the real fighting would need to begin, and hopefully the Emperor would be willing to attack than when they did.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan stood within the apartment as the gas came in through the windows he had been away from, he had two options, dash for a window and attempt a jump across to a nearby building that was lower than the one he was in. Or surrender. The Choice was simple and he made it without a thought, running to the window he sent a wave of energy at the already broken window and jumped out... right into the cockpit of the speeder. He had no idea where it came from, or how he even managed to time his jump so perfectly that it had to be a one in a trillion chance considering the circumstance. As he heard the voice though he knew all chances of this being a coincidence were gone, Circe Savan. He either was saved by a very much so unlikely ally, or just jumped into the hands of the Sith Empire, and considering the reports that were showing up on the datapad he was carrying on him. It was likely the latter of the two options. "And what do i owe the... honor?" @[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Alan]

@Mr. Ash

Roland had used the time that the man was confused and clearly searching for him to exit out the back. Time to change disguises, again. He had forced his hand too much. The soldier disguise was excellent, for the moment however. He did have one final backup, though the limitation of that one ultimately didn't appease him that much. He joined a marching group of soldiers in the rear, unsure of where he would be going now. He was heading towards what he heard in Huttese as 'the front line'. Fantastic. He had to play the part of soldier. He made it a point to eventually move ahead and become in the middle of the crowd full of various species and heights, just to blend in that much better.

He wondered how long it would take for them to either all die or for him to get killed by friendly fire, or when he could eventually escape. He looked upwards, at what appeared to be a power plant. Not good. Not good at all. He wondered if it was time to cut and run, after all, this place was going to hell in a handbasket and wars and battles were not his strongsuit.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

(It has been more than 24 hours, i'm moving on)
As the Dragon was struck by the thermal detonator Diana kept on running. She didn't bother to keep fighting the thing, after all a thermal detonator to the face hurt quite a bit and hopefully it would take some time to recover. Diana instead stuck to the plan, it had now been several minutes since her bladesister @[member="Daella Apparine"] had gone inside the powerplant, the shield should almost have been disabled.

The swordsmen took a look at her chrono, checking the time and nodding to herself. Breaking into another quick sprint Diana ran over the charred grounds outside of the power generator. She bounded over corpse after corpse, the smell of burned flesh biting into her nostril.

She frowned as she took in the death of these men, moving towards the other edge of the platform where Daella had parked their speeder. As soon as she reached it Diana bounded into the racing swoop, taking the drivers seat once again and punching the ignition. The speeder started up with a resounding roar. Diana turned her head and looked at the entrance of the power generator, she knew Daella and Sopher and the other Jedi would soon be popping up there, the force prodded her to spring into action.

Quickly she pushed the control yoke forward and back, lifting the speeder from its place and flying it towards the edge of the platform.

 

[Soeht]

Power Plant -> Undercity

As soon as the thermal grenade @[member="Airal Thamne"] threw touched the disabled generator Daella took cover behind, it exploded. Daella only had a couple seconds to react. She did so by grabbing the backpack and running away from the generator. However, she did not have time as the explosion completely tore apart the turbine. The explosive tossed Daella into the closest corner of the building. Grenades scattered across the floor as the explosion ripped apart the bag. Metal sheets slit toward the Jedi - fortunately for her not being impaled by a piece.

Still, Daella kept the rebreather in her mouth and a tight grip on her lightsaber hilt. She quickly took the heavy sheet of metal that covered her legs and propped it up as impromptu cover for Airal’s blaster fire. Daella’s breath was heavy as she sat in the corner. Her eyes glanced at a few grenades scattered around her. She reached out to pull one toward her.

However, Thaddeus Creed and his mercenaries departed from the building. Once was able to do so, Daella flipped over the sheet of metal she used as protection and stood up. She ignited the yellow blade of her lightsaber no matter if Airal remained or not. @[member="Vulpesen"] and @[member="Sopher Jakobs"] might have attacked too late, though, and their attacks on an escaping enemy in vain.

Daella’s clothes had been ripped. Blood stained her white hoodie. Smoke still smothered the inside of the power plant, making it difficult to see. The tremendous sound of the explosions and generators also would have hindered Daella’s hearing.

Before Daella could finish off the rest of the power generators with the ion grenades though, the thermal annihilator bombs detonated at levels below Daella. The bombs were too massive to set in the presence of enemies and could be disabled by cutting the detonator from the bomb - which Anakin Skywalker had discovered ages ago.

The floor at Daella’s feet buckled. She was thrown once more onto the ground. The skyscraper began to lean. While the thermal annihilator bombs used by Darts D’Nar destroyed just a couple story residential building, the amount of bombs that @[member="Thaddeus Creed"] used was enough to destroy the supports of the massive skyscraper supporting the power plant. The building’s collapse was inevitable at this point.

Acting as fast as she could, Daella got back up on her feet. She holstered her lightsaber hilt after deactivating it. She ran toward Vulpesen and Sopher and urged them through hand signals to leave with her. She ran out of the crumbling shell for the generators and onto the landing platform. The building continued to lean further - making running difficult.

Yet at the edge of the landing platform, @[member="Diana Moridena"] awaited for them with the racing speeder the Jedi procured. With a burst of speed, Daella dashed to the speeder and hopped on. She quickly assisted Vulpesen and Sopher in getting into the speeder if needed.

Once all the Jedi had gotten onto the speeder, Daella took over the pilot seat once more. She pushed down on the yoke and had the speeder descend to the Undercity to lose any attention from Black Sun officials, as well as to assess where the Jedi strike team would need to go.

For those in space, such as @[member="Rayl Wilded"] and @[member="Selena Halcyon"], they would have noticed the entire planetary shield fall as a result of Thaddeus bombing the power generator skyscraper.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Aboard the Acerbitas
Nar Shaddaa High Orbit
ORBAT:
1 x Nihilus-class Star Dreadnought (Acerbitas)
1 x Dzu'ari-class Star Destroyer (Dzu'ari)
5 x Subjugator-class Assault Ships (Vegeance, Firing Squad, Blood Funnel, Heir, and Resolve)


The Emperor watched with mirth-filled eyes as the massive planetary shields of Nar Shaddaa fell. It would be entertaining to see what those criminals and scum-folk down on the planet would do when the Republic began sending forth their soldiers. The electronic systems and broadcasting networks were hacked via secure network by the AXIOS AI system aboard the Acerbitas. "Aegrus, put me on the every screen on this world." He barked, craning his neck to stretch it before hefting himself up from the commander's chair. "Yes, master."

A few minutes passed, the whirring and bustle of the tactical command center comforting the life-long Admiral as he waited for the network to patch through across every screen. "It's ready, my master." Those words were finally spoken as the signal was secured. "Okay, good. Try to make sure those pesky Jedi don't break the connection." He replied, not waiting for an answer as he stepped up to the communications platform of the room.

Across millions, probably billions of HoloScreens acorss Nar Shaddaa, Emperor Arcis's image would materialize instead of the Emergency Broadcast Warning. "Greetings, inhabitants of Nar Shaddaa. I am Emperor Arcis of the Sith Empire, a close ally of the Black Suns Syndicate. I'm sure you've all noticed that massive Galactic Republic fleet overhead." He grinned from behind his mask. "They are here to slaughter you all. They've already neutralized the planetary shield of this world." He reached over to tab a key, signalling the videos of @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] and @[member="Yusan Fenn"] in their massive battle across the cities of the crimeworld. "Here are some live feed combat situations right now. You will notice Bounty Hunters and other professional soldiers of the Suns hunting down Republic agents here on Nar Shaddaa." Oh this was getting fun. "I will offer any individual five hundred credits for each Republic soldier or agent they kill in the defense of this world." He gave a light chuckle. "Of course I can afford this, I am the Emperor after all."

"Defend your homeworld and your assets."

The signal clicked off.

 

[Amarant]

The click of a safety. Nobody was moving except one man in a uniform, thanks to his evacuation. he could stalk prey for weeks. He followed, silently, out the alley, leveling his gun at the "soldier" in formation. "Suns, Halt!" he said adamantly. As the men stopped. He held his gun at Roland, glaring. "Nice try. You can either pull out your weapon and die in the firefight, or you can stand down and confess to what you just did, and on whose orders it was done. Your," he said, wishing he could exhaled dramatically, "call."

He was done playing nice. He could follow the movement of a man in a crowd--this wasn't his first rodeo. He sighed. The men around him hesitated, all their weapons holstered. "No one draws their weapons without my order. Clear?"

@[member="Roland"]

 

[Alan]

@Mr. Ash

Roland turned to face the man...only he realized now it wasn't a man anymore. It was a machine. The upper part of an older series of protecting droid, but still, very obviously, very much at capacity. Roland clicked his tongue, and stopped in the formation. He was still in a formation of people. People...full of power packs. His training, kicked in. It all happened in an instant. Roland grabbed power packs from his belt, and calmly placed them in the belt of the man ahead of him. He turned his piece of crap rifle to it, and fired. The gases and various other things that he didn't quite understood that made plasma when came together, came together. Pure plasma was released in a burst to the man in front of him, setting fire to his garments and gear. Roland kicked him forward, sending him crashing shortly before the heat caused the explosives on his belt caught aflame...and boom. A repeat of similar events, gave Roland plentiful chance to take the confusion of the moving bodies to not only strip himself of the weight, but start to run as well. He ran down an alley, twisting around a corner as he dropped his rifle, and helmet in separate directions to (temporarily) confuse the droid. He also ran on his toes, which meant a smaller heat signature via his boots.


Roland then heard a thundering noise as the power plant went dark. And then, the city did too. The resulting power surge would likely disrupt the droid's sensors, especially due to the fact that most of Nar Shaddaa was a slum and therefore electrically not the best in terms of wiring. Roland, however, kept running towards the power plant, towards Republic friendlies. He then realized he was an off-the-grid Republic agent who could be killed by Republic forces and not have a speck of data about him. It was better than being interrogated by a ruthless and relentless droid, however.

Options, oh how they sucked.

 

[Onrai]

"Well it's not so much an honor as it is retaliation for what they did to me on Bakura. I have no idea why they're after you. Care to enlighten me?" She paused, slipping into the nearest line of traffic as to be undetected. "No, I don't intend to take you to the Sith space. Not yet, anyways. But right now, let's focus on getting out of here."

She had a shuttle nearby. Soon, her and Void-cum-Yusan would be off this rock.

@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Amarant]

Mr. Ash shot as the man ignored his orders. No mercy, no kindness. Two shots aimed at his chest. There was no civility or kindness. He had given the kid a chance and now he rigged an explosion. So, three shots to left leg. Small target, but let's see him run with that. After the boom, he gave chase. He could keep up with the little brat, he hoped. It was time to teach the kid a lesson a long, painful lesson. He followed the punk down an alley watching him ditch his equipment, pistol still in hand. Walking on his toes to lower his IR footprint, that was smart. Not smart enough, but damn clever.

He sighed as the city flickered. Great, power was down. Less security systems. Military communication and surveillance were still up, though. his droids were still scanning the air, watching the wounded madman as he continue his quick, but steady approach. "I would like to go on the record as saying I tried being civlized, here," he said calmly. "I gave you multiple opportunities to surrender, to walk away. But now, you've got a price to pay. Now, you're screwed. And the longer you waste my time, the more it's gonna hurt," he said coolly.

@[member="Roland"]

 

[Alan]

The first shot, he felt slam into his upper chest as he recoiled forwards while running. He kept moving, as he was trained to do. The other one, he wasn't so lucky as to have 'top of the line' and 'we care a lot about our infantry' armor. Black sun armor, was not the best armor in all actuality. Which is why, he felt such a writhing pain in his lower abdomen. It had scorched through the weaker armor, and went straight to his skin. It hadn't gone through, but he didn't know how much it actually went through, either. It cauterized on impact, so he didn't have to worry about bleeding. He tumbled forward, and looked around for a quick exit. He didn't have any stimulants or anything of that relation, so Roland stayed on the ground for a moment, before getting up.

I am an agent of the Republic, dedicated to my mission and to my cause. I will do whatever is necessary and whatever may need to be done to ensure the safety and prosperity of the good people of the Republic, at the sacrifice of my body, and mind. I will not give in to the enemy, I will not surrender nor will I adhere any information about my identity or purpose.

Funny how tiny things creep into your brain at the worst possible times. Roland stood up, ignoring the pain in his chest. It was hard to run, but it didn't interfere with the movement of his lungs or significant blood flow, so while it hurt, it didn't exactly stop him from running with slight less speed than before. Roland glanced upwards. Droids were not known for their climbing ability, thanks to their respective weight, especially this droid's model. Roland gulped upwards, fighting the pain in his chest as he climbed up a pole. Roland was speedy in his climbing abilities, shifting from various rooftops and the like."You think you'd be more concerned with the Jedi on the planet than someone like me!"He said, continuing to climb. He wondered if he was, actually, wrong. He moved quickly and fast enough to not make an easy target. He eventually made it towards a rooftop, lumbering himself over it. He took a brief respite, holding his wound. He breathed deeply, gaining his composure back. He was tough, he was ruthless. He was a badass (he had to remind himself of that).

@Mr. Ash

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Joshua's plan was an excellent one. The Grandmaster saw it as just as viable as attacking the Sith directly. The movement around the planet could also beautifully launch the fleet around the other end of Nar Shaddaa to launch invasion forces. Good. As the fleet began to move they became even more difficult for the ion cannon blasts to hit them. It became even more difficult as the space station around the planet was directly between them and then the planet itself was between them. As they came around the planet was when the message from the pirate came through.

Selena had been focused on getting troops prepared to land on the planet when the word came in, furthermore, word came in that the operatives had knocked out the shield generator. A pirate asking for actual diplomacy. It was a humorous proposition to many, but the fact was that it could be used to end possible blood shed. It was then that she nodded to the comm officer to open up a frequency, "First it must be understood that if there are to be any negotiations The Republic will only acknowledge you as pirates, thieves, and crimelords of the Black Sun, not as a legitimate government which you claim to be. You will comply with any standards we put forth. Our fleet and soldiers will remain ready should you not comply. Our only interest is seeing democracy and legitimacy come to these systems in traditional Hutt Space, and will remain till that happens. Before any discussion can be had on that subject though you must get your Sith 'friends' to leave the system immediatelly."

 

[Jorin]

@[member="Roland"] wouldn't be alone for long, around him fell four pods, each of which revealed a special breed of trooper, Republic Commando's, Omega Squad, the GIA's personal strike team. They, like Roland were deniable in every way, they didn't even exist technically. Black armored troops with piercing blue visors stood around the injured operative, blasters in hand. One would step forward, pull a bacta patch from his belt, and toss it to the operator. They weren't done yet.

"I am RC-002, Republic Commando of GIA special operations unit: 'Omega Squad'. We're here to help."

 

[Alan]

Roland didn't smile much, but a genuine smile appeared as four pods came crashing down. Omega Squad. His kind of guys. He stood up slowly, releasing the Black Sun armor and placing the bacta patch over his wound. He cringed as the pain shot through his body, and stood up slowly. He grimaced, as the pain slowly faded away as the bacta began to numb the area of the wound. He was lucky it was little more than a very bad burn, because he knew that the pistol he was being fired at with was a nasty type to deal with.

"Weapon."He said, and he was obliged with a standard rifle. He glanced around, sniffing. He dropped to a knee, and ordered them to do the same."We're going to disrupt planetary communications and disable the Ion cannons that I recon'd earlier. I need you-"He pointed to the first commando."Secure a transport, we're going to need something fast and discreet."He presumed that the commando went off to do as they asked. None of them were technically in charge, they were merely suggestions. But Roland being whom he was and his knowledge and the fact that he was one ruthless son of a queen, meant that it would be a good idea to listen to him."The rest of you - do you have any explosives or will we have to disable it the old-fashioned way?"Roland asked, leaning on the rifle for support. He doubted that the droid from before would even dare to follow him now, seeing as Roland was revealed to have some serious backup, though not obviously Republican in origin.

@[member="Cody Jorin"]

 

[Vexander Graves]

The whole Cyan Squadron was still covering the Remembrance and avoiding any fire from the Sith and staying in formation. The team was a good team and they were all ready to engage at the command of the Grandmaster of the Order of the Grand Admiral of the Republic Navy. However, something unexpected happened without previous notice: the shield of Nar Shaddaa fell, everyone looking at the planet would see it, and the ship's computer would pickup that signal in no time.

Vexander knew exactly what that meant, the Republic would go with full force at the planet to liberate it from the corruption and mediocre way of life that the syndicate gave to the hard working sentients that were claiming for justice.

At that moment, the young man knew what to do, his team would be needed to the most at the moment. "Command, this is Cyan Leader, shield is down. We are ready to escort the landing operations... over" switching the channel to the Squadron frequency, he quickly proceeded to provide orders to all of them as a whole "... accelarate to attack speed. Our priority is to protect our own while they go planetside." knowing that the Force was strong with Padawan Vilgar, Vex knew that they would be the backbone of the squadron "Cyan Seven, we'll work together here, take your flightgroup and wait for further orders from command... over"

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Aronis Vilgar"]