Stage Two - Freedom for the Common Man: Battle On Commenor

[HK-42]

Location: Still the Gardens
Objective: Take out some Mando
Engaging: [member="Kaine Australis"]

Guess someone better than a few guards would show up eventually. Grievous could head the Mandalorian all the way from where he was standing, most likely a vocal amplifier of sorts. He barely did have time to respond at first before the Mandalorian flung one of the planters at him. All it took was just a slash or two to cut the Planted in a few pieces, before redirecting his attention to his new assailant. The man made the usual demand: Stand down or Die. He was used to hearing that, and the Mandalorian was playing perfectly to the script.

"I am going to allow you to just have a bit of fun, Meatbag, and say something in the standard HK fashion." He uncoupled his arms, making two into four, before he started having his torso spin around, turning in somewhat into a Lightsaber top. He also began to slowly walk towards the Mandalorian as he spoke, getting ready to jump at him.

"Observation: It will take more than wrist blasters to deal with Songsteel, Meatbag.

Statement: But Perhaps you can be some new target practice for me to slice up."

After that, he stopped spinning his torso for a second to use his Jetpack just to jump up above the Mandalorian, starting them up again once he was in the air. If he connected the hit he planned to, this Mandalorian's suit would be the only thing that would be recognizable.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Nearby Allies: [member="Caedyn Arenais"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

Enemies: Those who support the Sith Empire
Commoner: *shrug*

Well, the flurry of violence going on about him certainly was amusing. The Jedi were none other than his nephew Caedyn and friend, and the smart ass comment brought a proud little smile to his face. "Oh you know, killing sith, negotiation cease fires with the First Order, saving my nephew and his new girlfriend. A usual Tuesday." He kicked the cut body he'd just made to the ground, and turned on his heel to catch a bolt with his yellow blade, sending it screeching back into its sender. Simple, fluid motions, as he watched the ships approach from the sky. The ion weaponry slamming into the troopers, miraculously not destroying his own weaponry, meant he had essentially free reign on this entire segment of troops. So, he twisted his wrist, to angle the blade down and at his right, before making one more swing through a trooper, and on the return swing let go, causing the blade to fling out and impale itself in one of the more distant troopers.

With that settled, he withdrew both his beloved DL-18, and Holdout disruptor pistol, intending to finish his group off in style. He managed to close the gap while one trooper struggled with his disabled weapon, only to find himself being shot point-blank by the DL-18, more than likely finishing his struggle. His closest companion fared slightly better, having time to look up before Darlyn made a half turn, firing instead the Disruptor. The others had time to try and make way, as he continued his circular motion through the small crowd, firing over and under his shoulders as needed to keep momentum and pressure. While his saber style had been simple, this was more, dramatic. Especially as he, rather happily, told, nay commanded, the troopers to 'Die Die Die' with each pull of the trigger.

Of course it didn't take long to empty the disruptor's small capacity, and he had to drop it in favor of something with sufficient range. Why? Everyone was out of reach... so he withdrew "The Death Special", and steadied it with both hands before releasing the eletromagnetic plasma shot, his whole body seeming to recoil with the shot itself. All said and done, he grunted, putting the weapon away and walking to the impaled soldier. "Thanks for holding this bud." He picked up his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt. His armor was very obviously scored by multiple blaster shots, and there even looked to be a fresh few bruises on his head. Though if he was in pain, you couldn't really tell.

Spoiler

Firearms

"The Death Special"

Punisher Pistol

FAF Hussar Flechette Pistol

HC Mallet Charric Hand Cannon

AP Dragoon Heatbeam Pistol

S-3 Mangler Sonic Pistol

CMP Doctor Holdout Disruptor Pistol

Drifter Class Shotgun

Lightsabers

The Lightsaber of Exar Kun (Canon)

Darlyn's 'Hunter' Lightsaber

Armor

Mandalore The Ultimate's Armor

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Darlyn Excron"],​

[member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Drystan Marakos"], [member="Charlie Nooran"].​

Enemies: The Sith Empire, Team Imperial.​

Objective: Provide support to Lady Kay.​

Location: En-route to [member="Lady Kay"]'s position.​

Inventory: Lightsaber, Heavy Buckler, CS.38, Jedi Armor.​

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With all his attention on trying to fend off the Sith Forces, [member="Darlyn Excron"]'s quips and trying to keep an eye on Asaraa Vaashe, Caedyn hadn't even sensed the coming presence of other Force Users until they were coming down right on top of the group. The assault led by the Silver Jedi reinforcing their position completely dismantled any further opposition that looked to overrun the two younger Jedi and the boy's clown uncle !

"Darlyn's...-Sorta my Uncle?" Caedyn elaborated with a rather questionable statement, not exactly boasting confidence though it was none the less true, he was more worried about the man being shot in the back by the Jedi given his inherently darker nature. "He's a good guy...Jokes around a lot and I think someone dropped him on his head as a youngling" the Prince soon snickered and threw his Uncle a look in mock-jest, playful as ever, of course. Frankly, it was just nice to find little moments of ease among so much horror; he'd always been one to lesson tensions with ill-timed humor. Something he'd taken from his Father, apparently.

"Hell yes" he soon replied to Asaraa's suggestion in taking to the Silver Transport. He hadn't met [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Drystan Marakos"] nor [member="Charlie Nooran"] from what he could recall, but they were all Silver's too and obviously friends of hers, thus confidence didn't fail him to step aboard and hold on to the side of the vessel in anticipation of the repulsorlifts kicking in. "I just hope we're not too late!" he spoke louder in order for the others to hear him over the sound of the vessels thrusters.

 

[Doyle]

Allies: [member="Dorin Arkx"] , Commenori and their friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order and their friends


Einon hurried down the streets. In his foolishness to rush and to perhaps save his sense of smell, he had decided to remain above ground on his run to the Warehouse district. His breathing was beginning to get laboured. He was no Force User, so there was no magic mumbo jumbo for him to draw extra energy from. Instead he just had his adrenalin and nothing more. But even that had it's limits.

The battle on the ground was lessening, but the people in the streets only grew in number. Some were tending to the dead and wounded while others still fought to overcome their enemy. At times Einon found hinself ducking as the battle for air superiority seemed to have dropped through the atmosphere and over top of the city.

His city.

His home.

Einon couldn't waste time on reflection or anything else. He had a job to do. Turning a corner he came across the glimmer of the deflective shield surrounding parts of the Warehouse District. And it was there that he saw Dorin and the Sith Spectre. Was it a ghost? He couldn't quite tell.

Fishing out a little transponder from his backpack, he placed his thumb on the touchpad. It scanned his print and within seconds, the deflector shield was gone. Einon then brought out his charric pistol and leveled it on the Spectre while he approached. He didn't open fire, didn't even rest his finger on the trigger. He just walked towards Dorin and the enemy while he waited for the signal.

 

[Kyyrk]

Allies: [member="Einon"] , Commenor, Friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order, Sith Spectre

Dorin was on the ropes when Einon arrived. To say the fight was a knock down drag out was an understatement. Sparks were flying everywhere, crates and debris were being launched into the air. At one point, the Spectre even went so far as to body slam Dorin into the wall of a nearby warehouse. But, Dorin was still in the fight. Sword in his main hand, and a pistol in the other, he advanced slowly, firing round after round into the torso and shoulders, looking to strip off the armor plating held there.

He dodged an incoming swipe of the being's lightsaber, and quickly lunged forward with his own sword, clipping the armor near the armpit, severing the limb and exposing the swirling darkness beneath. Enraged, the spectre unleashed a blast of kinetic energy, sending a pile of debris flying at Dorin. He dodged a crate, then a fragment of a lamp post. He reached out with his off hand, dropping his pistol and gripping the large chunk of concrete and pulling it to a halt before it made contact with the newcomer. Einon had joined the fray. Smartly, he hadn't engaged yet, instead slowly advancing on the Spectre. Dorin called out, "Find cover! I can't kill it while it's shrouding itself in armor like this! If you see a shot, take it!"

He then lobbed the chunk of stone back at the spectre, just barely missing the unarmored arm. He cursed quietly as the scrap metal flew through the air towards its arm, reforming the exoskeleton that prevented him from dealing the killing blow...

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Everything seemed numbed
She was willing her body to move
That voice beyond kept calling her yet she couldnt
Not yet
She had to know he was ok

Her armor was stained crimson and drops hit the ground as she walked slowly towards as she looked forward barely seeing the way point that had been marked as she took her helmet off and placed it on her side as she coughed unti her hand looking as she saw the crimson liquid and made a fist as she dragged herself forward before falling forward as she took a shaky breath

A hand went forward and lifted her up slowly ad dhe closed her eyes and cried out as she stood and wobbled moving forward again as she cried out in pain and stumbled forward growling as she entered the makeshift building as a few knights of commenor and her godkillers turned to her gasping


It was like a corpse walking, blood covering her mouth and a hole right through her armor pierced as she took deep breath and looked to a knight then to her sergeant


where...is the king


https://youtu.be/a0PIcHgfvqc

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Above the Capital
Objective: Secure Commenori Airspace
Allies: Commenori and Allies, [member="Lady Kay"] , [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, First Order, [member="Kyrel Ren"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7HF4JG1pOg​

In the midst of the battle raging on across the capital of Commenor, a looming shadow fell upon the city. The skies themselves would seemingly darken, the source of which swiftly revealed when the Empire Reborn fleet emerged from victory in the space battle above. With the atmosphere of the planet secured, they had arrived to utterly crush what remained of Sith resistance on the surface now their fleet had fled with their tail between their legs. Wings of TIE Fighters and Bombers emerged from the hangar bays of the massive triangular Imperial II-class Star Destroyers, the fighters engaging any lingering Sith aerial presence while the bombers commenced swift and brutal bombardments of entrenched Sith positions to open the way for their Commenori allies.

Troop and vehicle transports made their way to the surface quickly, landing in already secured areas and unleashing the veteran contingents of Stormtroopers and their armoured divisions to support the Commenori Resistance and Clan Australis forces already on the ground. The Lord Regent himself made his arrival via his Lambda-class shuttle, touching down in the Palace Gardens upon sensing the presence of Lady Kay nearby. He emerged from the shuttle combat ready, garbed in his resplendent Inquisitorial armour and a long black cloak and tailed by six members of the Royal Guard, armed in their crimson armour and wielding red-bladed lightsaber pikes. The group moved to quickly support Lady Kay, surrounding Kyrel Ren with their weapons at the ready. "In the name of the Commenor and the Empire Reborn, I must ask you to lay down your weapons, Sith.....I will not offer this chance again.", Morcus said commandingly.

 

[Darben Skirae]

The sergeant had carried the the body of Darben Skirae into a sheltered area, with many other wounded. Darben had burn marks all up his left arm and left side of his body, including his neck. The thermal detonator had done a lot to him. He was barely breathing, lied out on the table they placed him upon. The sergeant with a medics help managed to keep him stable, for now. And as soon as he heard the Queen's voice, he knew better than to stand in her way and moved aside for her. Despite her condition, he knew very well better then to interfere.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darben Skirae"]

Stardust wobbled over to darben as she fell to a knee as she took a shaky breath and looked him over before seeing he was breathing but barely, tears formed as she grabbed his hand and bowed her hand as she shook her head

please...dont go...they need at leats one parent her...brigh needs you

She swallowed and tasted iron as she coughed again splattering blood beneath her as she rested her head against his hand and closed her eyes and sighed out as her hand slowly fell away and she slumped to the side unmoving by darben

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben stirred in her presence, as if feeling her there, knowing she was there. The sergeant made to catch her, and signaled for a medic. "We need to get them far from the fight. Stabilize her, now! We need medical transport away from the battle!" There was a great stir in the building of movement, for their new number one priority; their rulers, who were on the edge of life and death at this very moment. With whatever they could spare for what transport they would find, they provided escort for the pair and all those others injured away from the fight.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darben Skirae"]

The knights watched many in horror as stardust fell, laying in the arms of the sergeant she was limp barmy holding onto life, medic rushed over and tore her armor off quickly as they opened it to find the sniper shot she took had pierced and caused some damage to her chest. The medics looked to one another and quickly started getting her fixed up enough they could move her as speeders came in and civilians speeders even started loading wounded up.


Darben and stardust were placed in the same speeder as a quarter of the group would leave to escort the wounded while the rest continued the fight

 

[HK-42]

Location: In the air.
Currently Engaging: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: Easy Escape

HK-42 didn't expect some random Mandalorian to have tractor beams, especially ones that could hold him in place in the air. Although he did feel a tugging at his arm, the arm didn't really budge.

"If you were wishing to fly, Mando-Meatbag, you should have told me!" He then activated his Jetpack again, and with full throttle, if this worked anyway, would begin to let him fly off with Mano in tow. He wasn't exactly expecting this to work, but he planned to fly towards whatever infrastructure was around and knock him into it. He was actually beginning to move out of the Tractor beam, not enough to free him, but just enough to start Making the Mandalorian move away from where he was standing.

"I thought Mandalorians fought with honor, with no fear of battle, Coward. Maybe you shouldn't call yourself one if you plan to use cheap tricks to not even fight."

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Dorin Arkx"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member='Kyrel Ren']

 

[HK-42]

Location: Palace Gardens
Engaging: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: Provocation Worked

HK was slammed to the ground by the Mando, and he didn't experience too much damage. He began to stand back up while the Mandalorian took off his armor, and tossed a blaster away. He noticed the blade that this Mando pulled out, and was intrigued by them. He saw this as a perfect time to test what he needed for more upgrades, the upgrade to his Jetpack being one of them, and some form of longer ranged weapon being the other. I am glad you have decided to fight. This will make an excellent addition to my collection. He spoke before charging at the Mandalorian, torso spinning. He planned to either cut this meat bag into pieces if he didn't react to them in time or just cause a massive barrage of hits to his blades, allowing these blades to be stolen...after the Mando was killed.

 

[HK-42]

Location: Palace Gardens
Target:[member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: The Massacre

Once Grievous had attacked the Mando, he just needed to wait for the opportunity to catch him on a Mistake. Sure enough, there was one, which happened right when he first connected blades with him. He watched the Mandalorian tossed something at his ankles, though he couldn't tell what. Either way, he thwacked it away with one of his arms, while the Mandalorian jumped over him. Then he attempted to slash at his head to cause damage, which didn't work due to the Droid being made of Songsteel, due to his upgrades, and in return, HK slashed at the Mando as he went overhead with two arms, one of them aiming for the arm with his...Vibroblade? HK couldn't really tell what it was, but it looked to be the Mando's primary blade, the other slashing at his leg, more specifically his foot.

If both of these hits were to connect and do damage, then HK could not only disarm his opponent of one weapon but also prevent the Mandalorian from getting far, if anywhere on a stump of a leg with the lack of a foot.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Palace
Objective: Liberate the Palace, Rescue Lady Kay
Allies: [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: Sith/FO Pukes; [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Xevek Rakama"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="HK-42"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Kyrel Ren"] (with members of the 3'rd ISAF MR prepared to engage [member="HK-42"])

Stalking...

Like Voxyn, they came, falling upon the Sith Assembly as a tidal wave. If these damned souls desired War, then it was their whirlwind to reap. Rangers & Jedi Warriors alike flooded the grounds of the Palace; spilling into its' halls, lighting up its' cold shadows with splashes of flame. These tireless & fearless soldiers, who worked to maintain balance & peace in The Galaxy, had awoken to the sounds of death & dying and had spoken the words: "No More." Wherever their weapons pointed, destruction followed; at the barrel of a blaster, and by the sweeping sabers of the Jedi, the warriors of the Silver Jedi Order pushed on.

The 4 Luna transports which had arrived at the Palace had disgorged nearly 80 heavily armed & armored Antarian Rangers (Each, a member of the 3'rd ISAF Marine Regiment) known as the "Argent Crusaders" into the battle for supremacy over Commenor's independance and liberation. These men, who fought so synchronized, their movements were like a fluid mass, pushed into the Palace and swept across its' grounds. Their Myntor shields, heavy repeaters, and flechette carbines exacted a price - which The Sith began to pay in blood.

Drystan Marakos, herself leading 2 whole squads of twelve men each, pushed violently toward the Palace gardens. She led from the front, directing precision fire upon any troops she came across, moving in concerted effort with the team of soldiers who would gladly kill to see their mission succeed.

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Within the Palace Gardens, a battle was raging - [member="Kaine Australis"], Warmaster, remained locked in battle with a dangerous droid she recognized as a threat, and she barked an order for one Squad to secure the entrance to the Gardens while she pushed ahead. As the droid ([member="HK-42"]) was so heavily engaged, she raced by at a distance while members of the 3'rd Marines took up defensive positions. These men were not simple foot-soldiers, but Force-Initiated Defenders of the Light who would assault this threat should they find an opening.

Leading her second squad into the Gardens, she could hear sounds of lightsaber combat & physical confrontation nearby - she did not see [member="Luther Ando"] or [member="Alkor Centaris"], but even in the haze of battle, she could sense her allies yet lived. Drawn by the Force to waves of rage which emanated from deeper in The Gardens, she moved quickly - until she recognized the sight of [member="Kyrel Ren"] & [member="Lady Kay"] locked in martial combat.

The fully armored Jedi Knight had not moved to her lightsaber & shield; she would not engage immediately in blade-to-blade combat with what she was sure was a powerful Sith Lord. Instead, she slid behind a cracked planter, protected by a team of troopers who would engage any who approached. Drystan drew the Living Force around her & her team like a protective blanket, shielding herself from mental assault and allowing it to flood every inch of her body - tightening her grip on the rifle. A distance away, the white crackle of electricity from Lady Kay's Force assault upon her black-cloaked attacker bathed the area in a momentary glow, highlighting Drystan's target (and hopefully, delaying his reactions).

Placing the reticle of the EKR-10C Mass-Driver Carbine firmly on [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s easily identifiable shape, she channeled the Force into a powerful command, seeking to pierce [member="Lady Kay"]'s focus: an unspoken word, demanding to be heard and powered by her warrior senses.

"Move!"

Nearby, [member="Baron Morcus"]' forces were prepared to engage in tandem with the Jedi Knight and her Marines. If [member="Kyrel Ren"] refused to surrender, he would face hellfire.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
​Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Seven Brutes
​Objective: Advertise
​Enemies: Everyone | @Kyrel Ren | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="HK-42"]
​Closest Proximity: N/A

​Mandalorian fire continued to chip away at the Bryn'adûl Forces locked in conflict with the Jedi in the streets. Tathra called for a tactical push, decimating the Jedi on the outer-lining streets had been a good start to the day. The Bryn'adûl moved like a black scourge, creatures from the nightmares of the most brave individuals, writhing slowly toward the Palace.

​Tathra jogged alongside his Brutes as they sprinted, Mace dancing in one hand as the other remained open palmed. The sound of combat was heard all around the Palace and its entrances, explosions and plasma fire were abound the streets and courtyards at ever turn.

​"[Dravalan]: Bryn'adûl, spread through this Palace as a scourge. Kill all in your path. Brutes, find the Commenori Queen!"

​Tathra and the Brutes almost leisurely entered the Palace Grounds, however were immediately set upon by ISAF Marines ​as they made haste from their transports. Their weaponry seemed to watch the Brutes, their shields making injury difficult. Orange and yellow plasma scorched past Tathra's eyes as the Brutes activated their thrusters, their heavy armour making it easy to close the gap.

​Their Wendigo LMG's pulverising the shields of their opponents from continuous abuse. The concentrated fire from Tathra's Elite Brutes quickly surpassed the shields limits, hundreds of powerful blaster bolts cracking into their armour as it forced those from the transport to retreat toward the Garden. Those who could not were easily brutalised by the Brutes savage strength, their limbs ripped apart and broken, left crumpled in heaps of soiled synthetic flesh.

​The Bryn'adûl Brutes were bigger and better than any other unit on the field, of that he was certain. He only wished he could've brought his Sphinx, or the Draeyde to make short work of such pestering insects such as humans.

​Tathra wheeled around the corner from the retreating Marines, cracking one open like a egg under too much force against the sheer ballistic force of his Mace. It seemed as though Jedi and Trooper now swept through the Palace grounds.

​They would be met by the Bryn'adûl. Drones so savage, Baedurin with skin like tempered steel. Tathra disarmed another with an effortless swipe of his palm, his hand finding and snapping his collar bone, thrusting him into the duracrete of the wall as his Gladius parted head from torso.

​No doubt making the Silver Jedi ​aware that something was coming. In a mass of nearly two hundred, the Drones were swarming into the Palace Grounds, lead by their Section Commanders in squads of twelve. No trooper, not even a Jedi would be ready for the primal havoc of the Bryn'adûl.

​Tathra turned another corner, now joined by all seven remaining of his Brutes. ​"[Dravalan]: Where is the Queen?"

​The Palace Gardens my Chieftain!

​Raising his gauntlet, Tathra activated his comlink; giving a order to the Bryn'adûl planetside. ​"[Dravalan]: Keep the Jedi and the Mandalorians busy, we will converge on the Gardens, and kill the Queen and the Mandalorian Leader." ​Tathra de-activated his com, knowing full well that the might of the Bryn'adûl would be more than enough to keep the Commenori and both the Jedi and Mandalorians busy.

​Tathra and his seven Brutes pushed through the Palace courtyard, cutting through the Silver Jedi and Mandalorians. They would arrive at the Gardens soon.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Palace Gardens - Hedge Maze.
Objective: Survive | Surrender.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, A280 Blaster Rifle, Jane Locke's Lightsaber.
Attn: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] |

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He was growing weary, both physically and mentally. He’d managed to tap in the First Order communications again and, with a sinking heart, he realised they were evacuating. More and more hostile forces were arriving on the planet, and the palace was well and truly surrounded. He relayed his position and status to command and awaited a response.

“This is operator 4-O” the response came. Curious, this wasn’t the same person as before. “Your standing orders are to exfiltrate and disguise yourself within the local populace” she continued, her voice monotone. “Should you be captured, the First Order will deny your involvement in the First Order Security Bureau. Do we have an understanding?”

Luther understood alright. They thought he was a lost cause, they were trying to cover their own bases. He gritted his teeth, fighting against a wave of pain. Maybe they were right. “I understand” Luther said. “Good” came the response. “Graush protocol is now in effect. Best of luck, Agent”. The comms cut off.

He stood very still, the lightsaber poised to cut through the next hedge. He hesitated before disabling the weapon. Walking in a daze, he drifted through the maze until he came to the nearest clearing. The space was simple, a wide area with a stone bench and a small pond. He collapsed on the bench and let out a strained, maniacal laugh.

Here he was, trapped on a planet far from any First Order space; hunted by rebels, Jedi and Mandolorians. He had been shot, burned and literally thrown around. And his own had abandoned him to the wolves.

It seemed comical to Luther. Never in his darkest dreams had he thought he’d be in a situation like this. Perhaps it was the drugs, or maybe it was the stress and pain, but he couldn't stop laughing. He started stripping off his gear and laid it carefully on the stone bench. As he took off the final piece, his laughter had subsided to a light chuckle.

He heard quiet sound behind him and assumed it was the Mandolorian. ‘Who else would it be? Idiot’ he thought. That earned another small chuckle. “I’ll be right with you” he said, without turning. “After I start the fireworks”. He typed the code into the detonator attached to the back of the torso.

He walked over to the Mandolorian. Behind him, the detonator triggered, releasing a spray of molten chemical. It wasn’t unlike a thermite reaction and soon the amour, along with his weapons and Jane’s precious lightsaber, were all molten slag.

“Sorry to deprive you of your kill” Luther said. “But I surrender”. He held up his fake Commenori passport, the one he’d used as part of his disguise to Galliano earlier. The event seemed like a lifetime ago, yet it had occurred shortly before the fighting began. “I’m sure the Queen will be interested as to why a Commenori citizen was found dead in the hedge maze, so I advise keeping me alive”. Good god he was hurting, but there was a small guilty rush of relief as he considered that he wouldn’t have to fight anymore.

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[Alkor Centaris]

He watched the chem-blast behind the man and saw the resulting flames and reaction slowly eat away at the hedges. It was far enough away to cause no alarm, but it told him a long list of things about the target. This was some type of SpecOps agent who just got in way over his head. Ideally, he intended to walk away from this and report failure to his superiors. That option had the highest likelihood of survival for him.

There was a point that Alkor could have gone for the kill. If things had continued, he might have. At one time, Alkor was a man who would have done the deed in cold blood. He wasn't anymore.

"Hands behind your back," he commanded grimly. He hated this part. It didn't end with a simple mission failure for the man. Commenor would have him in custody, and several hours of deduction would have his passport exposed as a forgery. That was standard for this kind of thing. "And on your knees. If you try to break for it, I'll put eight rounds in you before you turn the corner."

With one hand, he pulled the shock cuffs from his belt. The other remained firmly on his beskad. He would close the distance between them once his instructions were followed. "You listen to me, at least you get fair treatment from Commenor. They're not known for war crimes."

[member="Luther Ando"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Stall for time​

Tag: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​

Location: Streets​

The heir apparent to the tales of Luke Skywalker, the weapon of the light side, the being used by the Light Side as a living weapon, the Jedi reached to the Force to keep himself moving. He knew he had a limited skill set, but the Force was with him today. The mace missing was an act of the Force, but the opponent was still there, and this monster was large.

Almost too large for Coren. He really missed having a starfighter or hovertank to take down foes. But the Jedi had to be here. On the ground fighting the fight. His lightsaber was over extended but the man had another trick.

Extinguishing the blade, he fell to the floor, attempting to roll, but knowing he wasn’t going to be fast enough, he pulled the Force to him, prepping. When Tathra touched him, the Force would send back feedback of light side, enough to startle, and hopefully daze his opponent before he could strike.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: The Outskirt's off Chasin City
Obective: Kick the Sith off Commenor
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"]

“He’s sorta your uncle?” The girl dropped down into the seat next to Caedyn, shrugging her shield off her arm as she let it fall to the ground, cushioning it at the last minute with the first, guiding it under her seat as she twisted her head to glance at her friend. “Hey, you know what…he sounds just like you, you guys must be related after all.” A satisfied smirk settled on the girl’s face as she pressed back into her seat, her hands reaching for the harness, cinching it tightly around her chest as she glanced out of the window. “It looks like people are still fighting,” her head nodded in the direction of a recent smoke plume as a brace of drop pods came whistling down through the atmosphere, their passage etching a burning line across the heavens. “They wouldn’t still be fighting if anything had happened to your mum right? So I’m betteing we still have time!”

The Queen of Commenor was the lynchpin, to this whole thing, the reason all the forces where congregating on the palace. If the Sith or their allies to toher, then that was game to them, but if the Commenori Alliance could spirit her away then that would leave their enemies with no objective to hold. The girl leaned over her friend, one hand steadying herself on his shoulder, twisting him towards the window as she nodded at some smaller contrails making their way into the building. “We’re dropping in forces too, your mum’s at the centre of an army right now, there probably isn’t a safer spot on the entire planet. We’ll drop in and pull her out and well,” she fleshed him a smile, “We’ll all be out of there and safe before dinner…though I think maybe we don’t wanna take her back to the safehouse. I’m not sure it would fit all her hangers-on.”