Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)

[Ari Vox]

Spoiler

Location: Sewers system, Lower Districts
Objective: Protect Slicer
Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"] indirectly, [member="Cassandra Paige"] and co directly
Equipment:
1st and 2nd Lines of Gear in signature
+ Neural Band
+ BR-212 Jackal ACR

Ari wasted no time. Cedric cut the floor and as he climbed up the Mando sprung upwards, her sky-pack propelling her flawlessly up and into the storage closet, the half-second burst landing her effortlessly on the rim as she started forward, only stopping as Cedric was knocked back by the door closing upon them. Reaching for one of her pins, on which hung a number of various grenades, she drew a flashbang and tore the security measures off, prepping it for use. Then, with a guttural howl she threw her weight into the portal, shoulder impacting next to the frame and dislodging the simple closet door with a force that sent pieces splintering inwards and the door itself winding angrily into the wall to which it was connected.

Having watched it shut just moments before, she made sure to pin the door with her body, tossing the flashbang inside as she stepped forward where it hadn't even impacted the ground before firing off, the normally defeaning pop and disorienting blast repulsed by the t-visored helmet she wore upon her head. Taking a moment to level her blaster at the entrance to the security room, her eyes read the output of her HUD that clocked movements through the walls before her, some of which moved away from the area with panic motions while others hustled towards them.

"Don't move," She hissed, the voice coming from her helmet sounding heavier and louder than she would have normally sounded, directing it towards the threats she clocked when she first stepped in. Had they not sufficiently recovered yet from the brutal entrance, they may not have heard her words, but the message was clear as her teammates entered after her: defiance was almost certain suicide.

Adrenaline was coursing through her, the years of combat having honed her body to use it to the utmost of its abilities and keeping her body from shaking or her vision from tunnelling. Security of those already in the room would be for other members of the team but, for Ari, she would take the door and wait for the blaster wielding security forces no doubt descending upon them. Though Killing was not off the table she would watch and wait and let the vile creatures before her make the first move, her reactions a sharply toned blade and the blaster she clutched the instrument of their demise.

 

[LT-137]

Location: En-Route to the Trade/Space Port.
Primary Objective: Reclaim the Trade Port.
Secondary Objective: Search for Survivors.
Equipment: See Signature. (Sidearm replaced with KD-30 and Xenoboric Slugs.)
NPC Complement: One FAV (Destroyed), One Sun Guard Cohort (Five in total. Three Characters and Two NPC's.)

Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Ikilwa Arregai"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Apophis Natuu"], [member="Darth Saarai"]​

Enemies: Unmarked Hostiles (Republic Remnant, Fel Imperium, The Rebellion.) [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"], [member="Owazza"]​

Amidst the ever-shifting tides of the escalating firestorm that threatened to engulf the entirety of the terminal’s foyer, the Cohort of Sun Guard stood their ground despite the odds rapidly falling out of their favour. Had any other force sallied forth to rout these insurgents from their fortified burrow, they would’ve fallen prey to either the mass-driven rounds or the silvered sabres of the crimson-clad knights. There would be nothing but carbon scored corpses, adding to the pile atop their fellow Sith-Imperials and Tionese comrades. But, these were not ordinary soldiers, nor were they chaff to be easily culled by the sweep of a proverbial scythe. They were burnished Guardians of the Sun, and paragons of a proud martial culture, who thrived in the whirlwinds of fury and chance that battle had brought. Although the odds were stacked against them, there was little concern than raced through their collective minds. It was a target rich environment, and there was no better battlefield in which a mercenary could find themselves. They were not bound by the rules of warfare and would seek to press home whatever advantage they could as they began dispersing away from their immobile chariot.

The plasmatic barriers that encapsulated their forms crackled with aetheric agony, as they bore the brunt of what these insurrectionists brought to bear. High-velocity slugs had collapsed in amongst themselves as their kinetic energy was countered by the layered particle shield and clattered to the detritus strewn floor a heartbeat later. The magnetically sheathed energy discharged by the hostile blasters violently splashed against the layered ray shielding, which showered their surroundings in rapidly dissipating plasma. Together, these conflicting forces assailed the capacitors of the Sun Guard’s mobility shields, which rapidly drained the strength from the projected barricade. The nearest Stellar Legionnaire cursed in his native tongue, as he was forced to take cover behind one of the barricades that dotted the terminal’s once polished floor. It was there he would remain until the self-charging circuitry in the belt-bound emitter filled the spent power cell with new life, allowing the duracrete block to absorb every plasmatic bolt that came his way.

With the central portion of their offensive now standing alone against the coming tide, the burnished vehicle found itself quickly becoming the focus of the insurgent’s rage. Thermal-tipped rockets smashed into the buckled armour, rocking the sundered chassis with every detonation and bathing its surroundings with blossoming flowers of fire. Although the operator within the FAV had felt these impacts, the stabilization cradle moved with the unnatural motions of the immobile vehicle - doing little to affect the fire and fury spat forth by the remotely-controlled turret. What the man had felt, on the other hand, was the high-powered laser that lanced through a portion of his rotary weapon, rendering the weapon ineffective and the vehicle thereafter, a tomb. As the holographic screens that surrounded him flickered and died, the Sun Guard tore himself free of his harness, and spilled out of the FAV; joining the firefight after he regained his footing. With an inferno licking at the metallic husk of the transport, the insurgents found some measure of relief - as the retribution that was visited upon them was lessened in the sudden absence of the mounted weapon.

However, that didn’t mean they were safe from the plasma-sheathed quarrels and the kinetic force that slung them forwards. Those poor, unfortunate souls who found themselves struck by the precisely applied, and magnetically accelerated quarrels, were torn from their feet by the lethal momentum generated by the semi-automatic gauss weapons. Chunks of formed duracrete exploded outwards wherever these deadly munitions had missed their targets, forming a deluge of debris that rained down upon those that took cover behind their barricades. Even the weighted bulk of the recently uprooted cargo crates found themselves shifting upon impact. There was even an Imperial Knight who sought to reflect the plasmatically-sheathed quarrel back at the Sun Guard, only to find himself thrown off-balance and doubtlessly seared by his own ignited blade. If the man survived, it was likely that he would’ve learned from his mistake and seek to never repeat the foolish gesture again in the future. Should the outcome be different, and the man had perished at his own hand? Well, it was more than likely that the pages of history would mock his ashes until reality itself no longer existed.

It was in the moments after their transport had died, that Khonsu threw his service rifle aside as the last cartridge was spent. There was little time for him to duck behind a nearby barricade and slam home a fresh magazine, as the newly materialized Wookiee raked his position with high-velocity shells. Sure, he could’ve ducked behind the duracrete barrier, but by the time that he had reloaded and replaced his mobility shield’s power cell? He would’ve been dead, as the shells were magnetically accelerated as well. While they were not as deadly as a coilgun was on such a personal scale, having them discharged in such a manner more than made up for its shortcomings. The Twisuns Legate would’ve been cored through if he had followed through with that errant strand of fate, leaving his men leaderless and broken. That was something that couldn’t happen - the Thyrsian still had work to do and death would have to claim his soul another day.

Without thinking, the Sun Guard tripped the activation plate for his suit’s integrated repulsorlift engine; rocketing him forwards and allowing for his clenched fist to smash into the chest-piece of a nearby stormtrooper. The man was torn from his feet and thrown into a pillar of chunked duracrete, before collapsing to the debris-strewn floor as death’s icy embrace claimed yet another soul. After his fist had connected with the man’s armoured torso, Khonsu’s barrier vanished in a dissipating shower of flaming plasma. He hadn’t been paying attention to the projected capacity bar displayed within his helmet, and seemingly ignored the pulsating runes that foretold of this eventuality. Snarling with a caged, bestial fury, the Mercenary swung around the sundered surface of the erected pillar and fought to remain still. It was more than likely that the insurgents had seen his shields fail, and they would doubtlessly focus their escalating fury upon him in the hopes of reducing their foes by a marginal factor.

However, there was an ace up his sleeve that would allow him to earn a moment’s reprieve in the face of such rising adversity. Commanding his fingers to dance across the exterior of his vambrace-mounted weapon systems, Khonsu primed an ionic rocket within the wrist bound launcher. With a single, snub-nosed missile, he would be able to reduce the projected barrier that enveloped the towering Wookiee and the nearby stormtroopers. That would allow for his men to focus their fire against their heavily armed opponent, possibly stealing the insurgent’s numerical advantage by thinning out their numbers, or by somehow taking the walking carpet out of the fight. With his mind setting his armoured body to purpose, the Sun Guard leaned out from behind his cover and clenched his fingers into a fist, which in turn ignited the rocket. As he leaned outwards, however, a stray round had caught him in the shoulder and threw off his aim, forcing the rocket to spiral off course; erupting seconds later as it impacted the wall near the erected bulwark shield and bathing the area in highly ionized energy.

He couldn’t see what happened afterwards, as the shot had stolen his balance and he fell to the floor in a clatter of ash-coated plates.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Near the Communications Hub
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] and Co.
Enemies: The Sithies; Specifically [member="Kor Vexen"]

So it had come to this. In all honesty he would have wished for a simple resolution to what was transpiring on the world. Outwitting their foe would have been excellent. But as it was, finding the opportunity to catch the Sith with their pants down was not easy. The world of Jaminere was teeming with their presence, and the oppression of the locals was in ever abundance. Perhaps somewhat hidden abundance for the most part, some of the Sith actually had some cleverness to them, but still abundance. And as he had come to see, that was not something true of everyone in their organization.

While the others entered the Hub from alternate means, he felt Romi flit away. Where she went he would not follow out of respect for her capabilities, though he certainly did worry for her. The depths of darkness in the sewers was growing by the minute. Undoubtedly they had been discovered. This was further evidenced when his suit informed him that communications were being jammed. No matter. He didn't rely on such forms of communication when he could avoid it anyway. It was far too easy to intercept a communications signal. No, he much preferred communicating telepathically, especially when there were other Jedi involved in the operation. Intrusive, but it got the job done in a much more capable manner.

He could have followed them into the Hub, but he decided against it at the last minute, wanting to see what was waiting should they end up having to leave the hub. If he knew anything, protecting the communications hub would take a priority. Undoubtedly there were numerous foes about. As he exited the sewers he came to find that such was indeed the case. There were numerous individuals milling about, and he was glad for his capabilities of utilizing the current to avoid detection. It allowed him to scout their numbers, which he telepathically relayed to Cedric so that he wouldn't be caught off guard if the time came for them to make a hasty retreat, or if they decided to storm the hub once the team was inside.

His thoughts drifted to Romi again, and he reached out to check on her, only to feel she was agitated. He left her alone. She was busy and he would be a distraction.

Among those that had gathered, and were gathering, was an armored Sith whose forces, including droids, were leading what looked to clearly be prisoners. Bringing prisoners to a potential target for rebellion was rather crass. He made sure to activate the audio and visual recorder on his suit as he watched, scouting out his method for dealing with this situation. If any of them could see into the Current and had reason to try this would get far more difficult, but practitioners of the current were few and far between. He had to risk it anyway. This was war and the people of this planet, the free people who didn't want to be subjugated, needed him to give everything that he had for them.

So he walked out, sabers in hand, hidden inside the current, and approached one of the droids. He activated both sabers as he neared the first one, and appeared out of the current, right blade striking at the droids head in effort to render it utterly useless. As soon as the strike was done, he disappeared again, and moved on. Not to the next one in line. He wouldn't be that predictable. But he was a danger to be taken seriously, and they'd be on alert now.

It wouldn't help them.

He appeared in front of another and shoved his blade at its head before disappearing again. If none of them could see the Current then he was going to make short work of these droids. If the Sith with them could, he'd welcome it. Battle was a glorious thing. A dance of destinies intertwined with blade, bone, and sinew. He was Echani. Battle was in his blood. That and a healthy dose of not caring about the odds. Which, might actually be a bad combination at times. But he ignored it because, he didn't care about the odds. There were a lot of droids and such for him to eliminate anyways. The more of them he took care of, the more his team wouldn't have to deal with them when it came down to the battle ahead.

Besides, he'd seen much more ferocious droids than these. The Echani had the best ones.

[member="Romi Jade"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KU9i_sx4zM

 

[Farah]

Location: Capital triage unit
Objective: Try to like, help out
With: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Rebel Dudes: [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"] [member="Jerrun Fel"]

The fighting had encroached upon the capital by now, announced by a downed Sith transport heading for the heart of Jaminere’s main city. While Farah’s first response was to get the hell out of the way, Joyce and Pythia stood firm in the face of an aggressive challenge. The exceedingly tall Sith Knight was trying to cushion the fall of the ship and negate some of the damage with telekinetic use of the Force.

Generally shrewd in fights, Farah often kept to the fringes and as far out of harm’s way as possible. But seeing Joycelyn face a goddamn crashing transport head on without any hesitation was sort of…inspiring. Inspiring enough for Farah to do something unorthodox in her own right and assist in some way that didn’t involve bacta stims or repairing organs.

The downed ship was spiraling towards a housing block, and similarly to the two Knights dealing with the projectile of death, Farah could feel the panic and terror emanating from the residential buildings. Sucking in a heavy breath, the Zeltron reached out into the Force with the deepest concentration she could muster. Handling the Force was slowly becoming second nature to her, but keeping her head in a chaotic situation? That was something she’d been doing much longer. Couldn’t thrive as a trauma surgeon if you panicked during every mass casualty.

Finding her center, the doctor extended her presence in the Force to shield what she could of the buildings. Because it was too large of an area for her to fully cover, the barrier was stretched thin and relatively weak, but even so it offered another layer of protection and was as much as she could do. Maybe it would help deflect some rubble from the crash, maybe it wouldn’t work at all and the ship would plow right through into the apartment buildings.

She’d be damned if she didn’t at least try.

 

[Zek Koth]

Location: The Sewers
Allies: Peeps
Enemies: The other Peeps; [member="Jantar Keltainen"]

And she was down. If he had actually cared, he would have helped her to her feet, but his veins were pumping with a bloodlust now. This was war and he was going to slaughter his enemies rather than allow them to play games with him. The girl, well, even if she was an innocent, he doubted it given her robes and such, was not going to survive if he had anything to say about it. She'd sealed her fate by entering the sewers and not masking her presence from anyone that might have been down there. The sewers were crawling. Not just with the rebels either. She'd entered dangerous territory, and she'd been an utter spoiled brat. That telltale core world accent wasn't doing her any favors either.

"Shut your whining mouth," he said to her, pointing his blade at her face. "It's annoying. Have some dignity when facing death."

Instead of giving her the chance for rebuttal, he reached with the Force and attempted to slam her down into the filth and muck. She had a clear aversion to the stuff. He just figured he'd show her where she belonged. No, this was no civilian trying to get away from the Sith, not with the way she'd been walking and talking, and her obviously annoyed state. If she were really trying to escape, she'd have been quiet, or fretting the whole way about what was behind her, not what was beneath her. The truly terrified didn't give a rats backside about the muck they'd have to go through to reach safety. He'd seen enough of people jumping through flames and swimming treacherous waters, among other things, when a ship he and others were on crashed some time ago. They didn't complain, they just did what was necessary.

She wasn't going to get past him without fighting, and her games weren't helping her. The more agitated he became, the more likely he was to get truly aggressive, and his lightsaber wouldn't care much if it took her head from her shoulders, or lopped off another part of her first. This was the deep end, not the kiddie pool. She'd stepped right into it and he was going to be her lifeguard. Whether she sank or swam depended entirely on whether she gave up the games or not. Iridonians don't play games. They kill.

That was precisely what he was there to do.

 

[Jax Vandal]

Location: Communication Hub
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"], @Cenric Marrus
Enemies: [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Cassandra Paige"]
Objective: Kick the kark out of anyone in his way
Weapons: Automatic Slugthrower, Sith Lightsaber

Jax followed suit behind [member="Ari Vox"] leaping up and using his cybernetic arm to propel himself upwards landing with a sharp clank as his metal leg hit the ground. He fell in line behind the mandalorian as she trucked the door, and whoever was behind it. His slugthrower fired at the ceiling as a warning to the buildings occupants, "Surrender now and I wont have to gut you chitheads!" He shouted as the smoke rose off his weapon. He surveyed the room with his good eye and trained his rifle forward.

 

[Jacen Vadith]

JAMINERE

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COMMUNICATIONS HUB

Vadith braved the exterior of the Communications Hub, kneeling out in the open with both palms calmly placed upon his thighs. He desperately reached out through the force with discomfort in his stomach, and agitation plaguing his mind. In truth, it was difficult to focus as his attempt at serenity cut itself off each moment a sliver of it was achieved. It seemed as if the light within him was unable to be grasped, yet he desperately clung to it with everything he had. Despite all this, his loyalty was to the Sith Empire. It was his greatest trait, really, an undying loyalty akin to a lapdog, but a justified one at that. Where the Jedi failed him, the Sith allowed him to be reborn anew- a fragment of his previous self lingering within him.

Grayson's lightsaber projected it's blade, and the signature within the force he failed to grasp became entirely known to him. Jacen's eyes widened as he paused for a moment, then thrusting himself from his mediative position, struggling to comprehend the failure he very well might create. As fast as he could, the 'Sith' ran, and ran, and ran towards the would-be bunker, fearing he might not make it in time.

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Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"]

Enemies: The Rebellion - [member="Cedric Grayson"] and co.

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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SPACE PORT

The Bounty Hunter preferred to remain quiet in most scenarios. Especially when it was combat, or a hunt as it seemed to be now- but in a strange twist of fate Fett was being pursued as he deemed it a brighter idea to remain as undetected as possible when alone. Speaking of any kind told too much in Koda's opinion. Awaud's comments reeked of confidence, but what could you expect? Mandalorians were prideful people with a right to believe themselves the most dangerous individuals in a room. Yet again, it wasn't everyday that they were pit up against each other.

Fett halted his movement at the end of a hall, glaring down from beneath his T-Shaped Visor with his Carbine raised. Assuming Jaster continued to pursue Koda, the moment he came into view the Mandalorian was to fire his blaster as fast as his finger could slam down upon the trigger. Considering Jaster's choice of weaponry, Koda had the advantage, at least for now.

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Allies: The Sith Empire

Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Trade Port
Objective: Learn more. Don't die (!!)
Allies Nearby: TSE [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
?!?!?!: [member="Khonsu Amon"] (?!)
Enemies Nearby: Rebels [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"] [member="Owazza"]
Directly Engaging: A Long Fall with a Sudden Stop at the End

Hirou thought they would be safe there. Up in the wall, peering out the hole made by something (honestly, that should have tipped them off that this was not a safe place to lurk), they were high enough above the chaos below. Or so they thought.

To be fair, it was difficult to tell. When one is only thirteen centimeters tall, a full meter above the heads of giants seems like an eternity of space indeed.

Crouched down low, tapping out an explanation of the ruckus going on at the front entrance and that maybe Tai Fa should reconsider his intended egress point, Hirou was so focused on the mission that they weren't able to react quickly enough when it all started to go wrong. A series of small events, culminating in the off course firing of a rocket-

Hirou's black eyes widened, and in a flash of white fur jumped behind the edge of the wall and broken surface of the ventilation shaft.

That swift movement was the only thing that kept the tiny agent from becoming nothing more than the impression of a red mist and the memory of loyalty.

It wasn't enough, however, to keep them safe.

The direct hit with the wall knocked Hirou senseless for a pair of heartbeats. Small body was thrown in the explosion, barely noticeable amid the rest of the chaos in truth. Not when there was rubble and ionized energy to be far more concerned with. Limp and falling, Hirou blinked owlishly as the air ruffled their fur. Paws reached out, grasping for something, anything to hold onto... only to grasp the comm unit, still connected to Tai Fa's. Pulling it toward their chest, Hirou curled up around it as the ground closed in. Every muscle tightening, Hirou closed their eyes.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Jacen Vadith"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Enemies: Home Invaders (Incoming rebels, [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"] will add if there are more for sure)
Current Objective: Project Oversight -- Greet the home invaders.

"Next time we would appreciate forewarning, Knight Taral." Itash remarked calmly as he tried to ignore the insistent static of the jamming sequence established by the Song. His engineers had been working overtime in private to see if there were ways to pierce that infernal jamming for quite a few weeks now. For now they hadn't been able to figure it out. The star behemoth's jammers seemed to be designed with several counter-measures in mind and that made it increasingly challenging to reverse-engineer a solution without having them right in front of you.

"Miss Paige and I are happy to-" Head tilted as something in the Force shifted. This entire place had been neutral somewhat, the corruption of the Sith coming to visit only barely making a dent in the natural noise of the Force.

"Back." His hand on Cassandra already and pulling her behind him. She wasn't wearing armor. From there the situation turned to chaos- the door of the closet opened up and.... what. It seemed rather awkward how these waste-covered people were trying to get through in spite of one another.

Very crampy. (Also stinky, why would anyone... nevermind)

While Itash was mentally linking up with the Didact forcers around them Taral reacted quickly and... closed the door on them. "I do not imagine that will stop them, Knight Taral." Itash replied and it only took a moment to prove him right as the door was crashed open by the weight of one of them. His precognition settled in a moment later. He could see it in the eye of his mind: everything slowed down to a screeching halt, the spherical object flickering in the air as it turned and flew out of the hand of the woman. A blink. It burst and filled the room with pain, noise and burning light. They would be incapacitated before Vadith could arrive or his own troops could enter.

They would die. The hunger of Vandal salivating at the prospect.

Mecetti blinked.

The door crashed open and the woman threw her flashbang- Itash's hand raised up and the Darkside seized him, breaking through the enforced neutrality of his Mask. With a flick the air around the flashbang redirected it into the corner of the room, where it erupted in a trashcan. Its burst still echoed through the room, the left side of his eye seeing after-images, his left ear hearing the muffled sound of the noise. Through it all Itash Mecetti, a Lord of the Tapani people, remained calm.

"You are on private property, mister....?" Itash said, while studying the holes on the ceiling made by Vandal. "It seems to me that you and yours assaulted us first." The dry remark came soon after. "You may leave through the same route you came from and make an appointment, if you wish to use our services."

The smile was bright, but it did not quite reach his eyes.

"Your element of surprise is over. Do not press me and mine further or we will be forced to become strict with you." Already the Words of Tash were making their approach. This would turn into a bloodbath, if these freedom fighters did not use their head.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Trade Port
Objective: Destroy.
Friend: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
Allies Nearby: TSE | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] (?!)
Enemies Nearby: Rebels | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Ursula Toher"] | [member="Owazza"]
Directly Engaging: Fate.

The smoke rose through the wreckage of the parade, ash, the cries of the wounded and the silence of the dead. For the length of a single breath Lord Saarai of the Saaraishash looked over it all- committing to memory what failure (his failure) could wrought, what consequences existed when his job had failed. Innocents died, terrorists snuffing them out on the winds of self-righteous victory. They called them collaborators and wrote their deaths off as an acceptable expenditure.

Freedom? No. Anarchy ruled when these terrorists were allowed their way.

Then he turned and joined with Hirou, who had saved him and reminded him of a truth he had sought to forget all those years ago. When his father had forced him to kill his only childhood friend to unlock power and join on the path of the Sith.

The lesson?

Friendship made you stronger.

All seemed lost. Poor Hirou about to be buried, Khonsu collapsed, the state of the others unknown in the face of explosions, smoke and fire (how was it that the same scene could play out so many times over?), the ionic burst from the rocket hanging in a heavy cloud in the room. Then. A sound of thunder rocked through it as something burst through the roof, shattering duracrete and diving down to the ground. His robe flowed with crimson blood and pure white as Lord Fa's feathers caught Hirou as they fell.

The crash caused a shockwave around him and it pushed the tide back hard.

"My friend..." Tai Fa murmured as the Darkside flowed through him in earnest for the first time. His feathers rigid and strong, his body like durasteel. Some could walk through acid... others became the mountain. "You find yourself in the strangest places, don't you? In my pocket, please."

The smoke gave way for the Lord of the Sith rising.

"You murder those sworn to protect these worlds for decades." After all... it had been the Whiteguard stationed here and in every other world of the Tion Cluster. Sons and daughters of Tion. That had been the arrangement made with the leaders of Tion so many months ago. "You destroy... you lie." Perhaps that last bit seemed even more indignant than the accusations of murder and destruction, but they faced the Lord Inquisitor of the Saaraishash. His was the way of Truth, his Truth. To see blatant lies in front of him filled him with anger and anger leads to hate. All around the Port movement could be seen. White masks, white robes and white armor holding lightsaber pikes.

The Saaraishash had arrived.

Lord Fa had abandoned them once he realized the danger his friend was in, but now they were here and now?

"Now you die."

Calm, almost serene and then Lord Saarai launched himself at the enemy with all his passion. As one, the Saaraishash would pierce the port as well, supporting the battered Thyrsians of Khonsu.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Enemies: Unknown (Incoming rebels, [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"] will add if there are more for sure)
Current Objective: Project Oversight- greet their (smelly) visitors
Gear (now that it matters): Stylish suit. Killer heels. Paddle Beamer.

Cassandra barely had a chance to be irritated by the interruption of business by the Empire. She wasn't really angered by it- it was part of the cost of admission to doing business in Sith space. The pay outs were well worth it, otherwise they wouldn't be here, but it was still obnoxious when it happened.

With Itash and Tsisaar between her and the roiling mess of..... Cassandra wrinkled her nose...... rabble, there was no particular fear in her. To be fair, fear was not an emotion the red head was intimately acquainted with. Caution yes. Fear? Only once. And this was certainly not Raykka. The flinch? The pain creased beside her eyes? The flash bang hadn't had a full effect, but what it did was deeply, deeply angering. The fear that rippled through the Antigone employees, even hand picked for the communications hub, was keen and almost palpable in the air.

Her hand twitched to her thigh. To the paddle beamer nestled into the cybernetics. In easy reach, easy to go unnoticed. She didn't pull it yet. But there was an itch to. Her heart beat faster, but not, indeed, in fear.

"Yes, not terrorists," she murmured drily from her location behind the others. "Also threatening to, what was that colourful wording- 'Gut you chitheads'? Very convincing. Along with boiling out of the refuse and throwing grenades into a room full of my employees."

Cass had no idea what that grenade had been. Honestly, it didn't matter.

"Yes, pull guns on a bunch of civilians that'll work splendidly." The sarcasm was thick in her voice.

It was clear that she was neither impressed nor cowed by their intrusion.

Honestly, part of her almost hoped they'd break this tension themselves. Grey eyes shone.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Capitol Annex - Capitol Building - Stairs​

Allies: [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | Rebellion​

Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]​

[member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Leliana"]​

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The sudden sound of the door opening drew Atlas' attention immediately. He hadn't pressed the control - who had became evident as the voice steeped in subtle violence filled the air. "Ah, there you are." Just beyond the man, a behemoth of incredible size stood, unnatural features becoming even more hideous as the beast's jaws expanded. Mild shock was the only thing Atlas could even use to describe how he felt. The door opening to be greeted by not only a man he could only presume was Sith, but a creature he didn't even have a name for. Ever a man of action, the pilot's immediate action was to press the button his hand had yet been hovering. With a rapid depression, the door sealed with a woosh. A quick step backwards as the barrel of his weapon came up and a blast of plasma shot from the end of the barrel directly into the control mechanism. In a shower of sparks and flame, the panel burst. That'd keep them at least a moment longer. His heart was racing, mind still trying to process what he'd just seen.

"D... Did you all just see that?" he muttered through the bio-chemical mask he wore.

If there was one saving grace that had saved them from whatever toxic substance had been belched forth by the beast, it was they. The rebels had entered through the grate, but a quick survey of the room revealed that it was not the only entrance. They were left with a choice. The group could depart back the way they'd come and attempt to scurry away through the sewers - cut their losses and escape. Or, Atlas thought, they could push forward. With a quick shuffle of feet and the wave of his arm, he gestured towards the staircase where [member="Kirie Ito"] had taken up her silent sentry duty.

"I didn't want to go that way anyway." Atlas said glibly, his sense of humor recovering after the momentary shock. "That'll hold them for a moment, but someone's going to have to delay them."

Eyes glanced across those gathered there. They hadn't come equipped for this, or at least not many of them. A Sith? It was inevitable they would encounter them, it's why Atlas had been so persistent in his efforts to recruit their assistance, but the rag tag members of the rebellion weren't trained to fight with saber or using mystical powers - they were only human. For a moment his gaze lingered on the Jedi there, eventually coming to rest on one he knew from a previous endeavor.

"Kira?"

He wasn't by any means going to demand or order that she stay behind to ward off the Sith and his hellspawn, but he knew what the woman was capable of. [member="Kira Vaal"] had been with the pilot during one of the Trade Council's first dust ups over Anzat. Briefly his gaze lingered on the other, [member="Kirie Ito"]. She too was a Jedi of unique ability, a little odd perhaps, but who wasn't weird in some way or another?

"The rest of you with me, up the stairs we go. Pick yer' feet up!"

With a hustle, Atlas moved towards the stairs and began the ascent. The gas they'd piped into the system would be expanding rapidly throughout the building, the masks they wore were essential. Hopefully, should the toxin have functioned properly they'd have little to no trouble passing through the corridors of the building towards their destination. Once they got there, that's when the real challenge began. Barrel up, finger on the trigger, Atlas stormed up the stairs two at a time. They didn't have any time to waste.

 

[Shade of Decay]

Location: Communications Hub
Allies: [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Cassandra Paige"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"]
Objective: Don't breathe through the nose.

His ear still ringing somewhat uncomfortably from the flashbang, Tsisaar took a short moment to address Itash in the silence that followed. "I didn't imagine it would stop them, really, only throw them off their game a bit." Judging by the flashbang grenade and the slugthrower hole in the ceiling, it had provoked the reaction he'd been looking for; he was also quite impressed at Lord Mecetti's speed in dealing with the grenade before he could do so himself. If Itash and Cassandra didn't have security cameras to capture the footage (all for important Imperial propaganda purposes, of course), then Tsisaar would prove quite surprised. His lightsaber still held steadily in front of him, he turned back to the group coming in out of the sewers, crinkling his nose at the stench of them.

And being rather displeased by how he could taste them in his huleppi. Thank the Force that Isrul made me with a mouth rather than just the tendrils.

"You'd do well to listen to these two," he told the rebels, obviously referring to Itash Mecetti and Cassandra Paige. "Besides, the equipment here isn't likely to be useful to you whatsoever." He telekinetically seized the volume control for the comm equipment in the room, increasing it high enough that even the rebels in front of them would be able to figure out how all that could come through was useless static. "Hear that? All the comms are being jammed. It'll be just as useless for you as it is for us right now, so it is my personal recommendation you stop emitting your miasma in this place and go find some Thyrsians or stormtroopers to fight. It'd likely be more productive than this current conversation." His eyes flashed quickly between Ari Vox and Jax Vandal, resisting the urge to snort derisively at them.

He did that far too much.

"Especially considering how some of you are likely lacking the mental facilities to contribute to it, anyways."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Palace District Sewers.
Objective: Intercept Rebels
Engaging: [member="Romi Jade"]

Step one was complete, she had one of the intruders close, albeit alert. It would not matter in the end. Oh, she wanted to make this one suffer, make her scream and thrash under hot coals and cruel lashes. No. Control. Capture and interrogate first. Find out who they are, what they want.

The tunnel filled with scarlet light from the sabre, Ophidia could see the figure beneath her.

In the scarlet light, a black mass of tattered fabric seemingly unfurled from the ceiling as she let go with her hands and allowed her form to descend and stand face to face with Romi. The helmet was the last thing to become perfectly visible: A sleek shell of dull grey, marked with blue. The jagged, singular, eye-slit running across its face was like a crack in the metal, reflecting the scarlet light.

It seemed foolish, did it not, to reveal herself in such a fashion? For a kill, definitely yes. But there was more at stake here, information to be taken. Or perhaps a prisoner. Killing would be quick, simple, but not vindication. Ah, she had more tricks in her sleeves, ways to appear and disappear should she want. So the gamble was worth it. At least they could not say she did not try to reach out with an olive branch.

As she unfurled herself, one of the sabres ignited, setting a bloodshine blade between Romi and the communications hub. The tip hovered mere millimetres over the filthy water surface, reflecting itself there. She kept her other hand concealed between the

"You have come a long way from home."

Secretly, as she spoke, a white serpent curled around Ophidia's foot. poking its head out and looking down at Romi from above. It stretched out and tasted the putrid air with its tongue. Foul as the stench was, it seemed focused.

"So I will give you one chance to surrender."

One chance, and only one chance for some semblance of mercy. The blade in her hand whispered sweet things in Ophidia's soul; sweet cries for a final release. It filled her mouth with a coppery flavour and her hidden eyes with air for the hateful embers that burned in her irises. One chance, and she would let her children unleash upon this creature standing in the filth.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: Rebels - [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Leliana"]

The confines of her mask were thrown back to her face as toxic filth appeared within their room, deep breaths reminding her that she had been warned to never, ever take the mask off. It was also at this moment that the Sith found them, through means that would never be truly understood and also in their main escape route. Fortunately due to some quick thinking by Atlas, who quick as ever had managed to seal the door, the team would have some time to think before being sliced into pieces by their attackers.

The entire group seemed to tighten and grow tense as attention was drawn towards the door that would now be only accessible through the same violence that would be unleashed upon them should the Sith break through. Then the words hit Kira like a boxing glove.

“Kira?”

She breathed out. So it was this then.

“I never liked stairs anyway.” She said as she came to stand next to Atlas and company, giving him a nod that hopefully would put his mind at ease for their next action. It was never easy to leave someone behind, but in the Rebel business it was more important to keep your allies…No, your friends, safe.

From her belt a chrome cylinder was unclipped and the a crack-hiss filled the room that erupted in a dim blue glow. While a known Jedi it was rare that she ever truly acted the part and for just a moment the realisation of her role within the Rebellion became clear. Behind her the team started to fall back from the room, heading through the opposite door and towards a hopefully clear path. She looked back and caught the eye of Atlas and Icarus.

"May the Force be with you, R E B E L S.”

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Location: Trade Port, Capital
Objective: Support the front line
Allies: The Fel Empire I The Rebel Alliance I Direct: [member="Owazza"] / [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Foes: The Sith Empire I Direct: [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] / [member="Koda Fett"] @Vilaz Munin @Apophis Natuu
Equipment: Vibrosword I Standard Blaster pistol I Standard smoke grenade I Basic leather tribal dress

Ursula's head quipped round to see the sparks of ionic energy emerge from the explosion. By now, her pleasant smile had faded from her face, replaced by a concerned scrunching of her face. By now, the single injured trooper had been joined by another half dozen, completely incapable contributing any more to the engagement. She raised her wrist to her mouth, intending to raise a message to all Imperial Personnel within the area, but grunted upon hearing a static noise.

Gonna have to do this the old fashioned way.

The Major’s usual smile faded into a blank stare as she figured how she was going to remove the liabilities from their current predicament. She turned to face them, assuming they were paying attention behind their helments. “You’re going to run. Over there.” Pointing to another cargo container diagonal her current position, about 10 meters in distance. “I’m going to throw this” brandishing a smoke grenade capsule and releasing the seal, causing a hissing sound to permeate the air around her, not that anybody would be able to hear it with the ensuing gun fight. She hesitated for a moment before chucking it, a few seconds later the retreat for the Imperial Troopers was concealed. Without speaking another word they moved, slowly albeit, to their designated target.

Ursula turned her attention to the front, taking out the weak blaster pistol and beginning to fire a stream of bolts into the general direction that enemies were in. Jaster was nowhere to be seen, the communication channels were down, now the real question was to attempt to win a war of attrition against their foes or retreat and live to fight another day.

 

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Immediately NearbyAllies: [member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Cenric Marus"]

Immediately Nearby Enemies: [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"]

"Shutting a door in someone's face is no way to treat a guest," Cedric mused as his comrades did their song and dance. He'd taken a few moments to assess the room after the flashbang had failed, and found himself cracking an amused little smirk as one of the Sith spoke of the comm hub impotence.

He felt normal beings either stricken with fear, amusement, or other varied levels of excitement. Beyond them, he felt the corrupted; the lightsaber in his hands flickered ever brighter as he took note of them. A brow was lofted as the flash bang was hurled aside: impressive, but rudimentary.

"I'll break it down very simply for you," his lightsaber lowered. "I called for your surrender. I am allowing the civilians to evacuate. Those of you that have chosen to remain, such as yourself," he gestured toward the woman whose voice dripped with sarcasm, "are no longer civilians. This is a military target. If you choose to defend it, then you're Sith Conscripts, and you'll be treated like one. Once we've finished here, you can return and everything will be in order.."

The lightsaber called to those within the room. For Cedric's allies, it granted a calming clarity that cast aside any feelings of anxiety they might have struggled with. For the users of the Dark SIde, they would find themselves in contact with a presence that shone so brightly with the light within the force that it might have almost felt blinding. Its invisible energies scoured the air, and honed in upon the two whose presence were not within the light.

"It is time to leave," the voice would be heard solely by [member="Tsisaar Taral"] and [member="Itash Mecetti"]. It was warm in nature, and would likely remind the two of a loving paternal figure, if they'd ever had any in their lives. "The rebels will not give up this facility, and though you might stall them, you will die if you stay and fight." A feeling of home would accompany those words. It was the feeling one might feel after a large dinner with the family on Life Day: truly at peace and one with the universe, happy and, for the moment, fulfilled.

It grew softer, "Escape while you still can. Why die for an emperor that thinks of you as little more than tools? Why run from the Light's love? Why live just to suffer?"

The blade spoke of its own accord; Cedric was entirely unaware of its attempts to persuade the Dark Siders. He'd been too distracted with reaching out into the empyrean, and calling upon the ethereal energies of the void. He let it flow into his body, and for a moment, reveled in the intense focus with which it provided him.

The knight held it for a few seconds, allowing anyone that wanted to leave a moment to do so.

Then, without moving his physical body in any indicative way, Cedric reached out to those lacking in powerful presences within the force. Initially he toed with a mass mind trick, as the manipulation of the mortal mind had always been his specialty. Of course, the Sith could likely dispel whatever illusions he created.

It was for that purpose that he settled upon Malacia, another ability he had honed to a fine point over many years of rigorous practice. He felt the galaxy move about him for a brief moment; heard every heartbeat in the room, every thunderous rush of blood through imperials' veins.

This was the most difficult part. He willed tethers within the force to stretch from himself to each of the non-force users. Once they had done so, he focus on distorting the flow of their blood and the contractions of their muscles. He'd only ever managed to use this on multiple combatants at the same time by a utilizing a technique his father had imparted upon him; that of replication. With a great exertion of mental will, Cedric compartmentalize each of the non-Sith individuals in his mind. Once done so, he willed the distortion of blood flow in one, then quickly repeated that action in the next before his mind could start reeling from the stress.

Cedric intended to completely incapacitate the civilians, though he had to rely wholly on his allies for protection during this brief process.

The Sith, however, were fair game.

 

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Location: Trade Port Station
Enemies: Sithies and their lackeys, [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Darth Saarai"], [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"]
Objective: Continue to inject high velocity freedom rounds into fascist pigs, rally the troops

Gear: Disruptor, Armor, Hellfire Cannon, Sidearm, Vibroblade, Patriotism

Fel soldiers fell (lol) and Sunguard charged in.

At some point, some spicehead no-hair had decided it was a good idea to send an ion rocket sailing Owazza's way. The result had been the temporary failing of the bulwark shield generator and a rather annoyed Wookie warrior.

<"You think I need a shield?>" He had shouted as he fell a full level below to the floor. The durateel bent inward when he collided with it, breaking his fall before it could do him any real damage. Grumbling, Owazza wasted little time in hoisting himself up to his feet. It was only then that he realized he was farther ahead than the rest of the line.

Many of the Fel soldiers fell back further into the complex. The Sun Guard and their fascist friends came barging in.

Owazza raised the verpine cannon, jogged himself behind a massive uprooted chunk of concrete, and set his eyes upon the attackers.

The Wookie clicked his tongue to toggle on his comm unit, but found nothing save for the crackle of jamming to greet him. Owazza cursed.

Run or fight. Run or fight

The cannon began to spool.

I don't want to die here fighting alongside imperials.

​The Hellfire Cannon span at full readiness now.

Fuga needs more time. I can't run now.

<"Hold here brothers"> Owazza's voice boomed over the combat, if only for a moment. <"We make our stand here. Fight as one, for the alliance, and for the Fels!">

The remaining soldiers rose in their positions, fighting with renewed vigor. The Sith and their allies had numbers, but the Fel and the handful of rebels left alive here fought with a savagery that surprised Owazza. For every foot the Sith gained, they would lose a quart of blood.

The warrior's attentions centered on [member="Darth Saarai"] and his sunguard ally, [member="Khonsu Amon"]. The reinforcements moved seemingly to that Sith Lord's tune - he would be the object of Owazza's fury.

The verpine gatling cannon roared once more as it unleashed hell upon the Sith forces. It shredded through even the most finely crafted of armor as if it were paper, sending spurts of blood, limbs, and other forms of battlefield detritus flying into the air with each burst of slugs.

It was only when Owazza felt that bird-person's entourage had been gifted with enough new bodily holes that he turned the cannon on the space peacock.

With a mighty roar to match that of his cannon's own, Owazza unloaded several hundred slugs into the air all around bird-person and sunman within the matter of a minute.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Breach enemy comms
Location: In the hole cut into the sewer.
Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"] @Aviom Oeymo [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Glavis"] @ Solonariwan Tofusin @Romin Jade @Cenric Manus
Enemies: [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Equipment: TICKS x2, Wrist Computer, Grapple Hook, Mag Boots, Silenced Slughtrower (Pistol), Flashbang x2, EMP Grenade x2, Det Pack x4, Blaster Carbine.
As they made their way in she quietly dropped a jammer by the entrance, this would disable imperial comms in the building, it was incredibly small, so it would only be able to disable comms within the building, and any large transmitter could easily overpower the small man portable jammer, for example something strapped to a tank or vehicle. Hopefully nobody would notice it was there.

Often times people get the idea that jamming is just a magical button that you can press and nobody can communicate anymore, but that is really anything but the case. Jamming works similar to how you cant talk to your friend if there is somebody sitting near by with their car radio on full blast, they are simply attempts to increase the noise level over the line. All you need to do to overpower jamming is to overpower the noise. There are many ways you can create noise on the line but the only way to break it is to be louder than the noise itself, which for any ground based transmitter worth its salt should be able to accomplish rather easily, and since they weren't worried about the damage they might cause to the array that would make it much, much easier.

The Sith seemed to be rather smug with himself, he seemed to think the game was over because the comms were jammed. Game over, done. It was anything but that, comms in a local area would have no trouble overpowering the jamming signal, especially in the same room, there is no way in hell a jammer in orbit would be able to overpower to signals in the same building much less the same room. They would not get much farther than the building they were in, but that did not matter much at the end of the day, they really had no need to talk outside of the same building.

Either way Lyra had a job to do, take the transmitter, and with all this going on she was 100% sure that she could probably slip away without anybody noticing, they were all stunned from the flashbang anyway. As she ran in she quickly made her way to the exit and did not stop running or turn around for a secpmd, if anyone shot at her she would toss back an emp grenade and hope everything went well. She had a job to do, no time to waste fighting.