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

Seto Du Couteau · Oct 21, 2018

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Location: Commenor,Chasin City First Order Embassy
Equipment: Lightsaber (Emerald Color) Lightsaber (Ruby Color)
Directly Interacting: [member="Micah"] & [member="Dysnomia"]

Truth be told, he was not sure what exactly to expect, but a small Cathar boy that declared himself Sith certainly ranked high on the most interesting things in the galaxy. Probably top ten at least. Seto respectively bowed in return and his eyes followed a crow that landed neatly on Micah's shoulder. With a single tap the crow turned into a rather inky ethereal smoke and flowed as water into the Sith's robes. Okay, maybe top six. Seto uncomfortably shifted his bag from one to the other as he waited a moment.

"My name is Seto Du Couteau, of the Order of Ren." Seto introduced himself, he slightly raised an eyebrow of the idea that this city would be rather enjoyable when it was on fire. Though hardly one to argue what true beauty was, Seto wondered that perhaps he and Micah possessed starkly different definitions of the word 'charming'.

Seto opened his mouth, but paused as he heard a crash of glass breaking. Of course riot would cause such a thing, but if those outside dared to attack the Embassy. Well, best to figure out if this requires a slap on the wrist or a full assault from the First Order. Though the sound of glass breaking alone did not give Seto pause but a particular manipulation of the Force.

Thoughts of the Crow on Micah's shoulder came to mind, and Seto turned around to sense someone different and new, not someone from the Embassy. "It appears we have an unwanted visitor." Seto declared as he turned to the small Cathar boy.

If he hadn't seen the Crow, or been Force Sensitive Seto would have asked if Micah needed to find his parents. Unsure of how to approach a Sith and small Cathar boy at the same time, Seto defaulted to a more basic response. "Care to join my little investigation of our new guest?"

Seto moved ahead, and heard a sound of a little girl but strangely it was not of fear and he certainly felt no anxiety past those attempting to reach the Transports on the Embassy roof. He walked ahead and further down the hallway before he saw the broken windows and several rocks laid with the broken glass all over the floor.

"Young Miss, I believe it is best you return back to your family." Seto declared to the young girl wearing a pair of the most peculiar shoe ware.

Sor-Jan Xantha · Oct 21, 2018

[ darth lolcat theme ]

So, the Knights of Ren were more than mere rumor.

Interesting. The boy had studied the Jedi Code as part his Sith religious studies. Being from Bastion, the former capital of the Primeval, the child was aware that there were cabals of Darksiders who adhered to dogmatic orders that defied both the heresy of the Jedi as well as the truth of the Sith. But it begged the question, what did the Ren believe?

What did the Ren know about the Force?

It was subtle, but the slight shift in the man's posture gave the cat-earred youngling the impression that he might have startled the man when he had dismissed his familiar. Was sorcery unknown to them?

The boy's tail flicked, side to side, as a Cheshire smile played across his impish face. Curiouser and curiouser. The escape from Commenor might yet reveal some interesting knowledge of the Ren.

At the sound of the glass shattering, the boy turned his head and frowned. Were the adults still not capable of behaving themselves?

The boy gave a huff at the fact that he'd just dismissed his familiar. He cocked his head back and looked up at Seto as the man invited him to come along. He frowned at the idea. There were plenty of other means by which to investigate that noise without his getting personally involved. But perhaps those methods were not known to the Ren.

He supposed it would have been rude to have not complied with the request. After all, he was a guest. And he was at the embassy as a representative of his emperor. Say what you might about Darth Carnifex, the man understood good manners. And expected them. Micah could not but play the part as he'd been cast, and so followed behind the Ren.

When Seto identified an intruder, the boy's amber catseye gaze briefly looked her over. From Seto's reaction, it seemed the girl was not a member of the embassy's assigned personnel. "But, is she alone?" the young Cathar mused quietly, his gaze becoming vacant as he opened his senses to scry through the Force in search of any other interlopers that might be lurking nearby.

[member="Dysnomia"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Luther Lewis · Oct 21, 2018

Location: Palace: ~~Roof~~ Gardens.
Objective: Survive.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, ~~Charric Pistol~~, A280 Blaster Rifle, Jane Locke's Lightsaber.
Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

His mother had taught him better, but he hadn’t made it this long in the Bureau by trusting strangers. Therefore, when the man agreed to duel, Luther leapt out of cover, ready to unleash another barrage of fire. But the man was no longer on the roof; his HUD registered him in the air. And there was another signature, arcing down. “Oh kark” Luther whisper, springing up into a sprint.

His legs were powerful, thanks to his time as a deathtrooper. But even he couldn’t outrun the resulting explosion. Heat seared his back and arms as the grenade unleashed a torrent of fire. He felt the panic set in as he felt the burning pain slowly creep into his skin. Still running, he made his way towards the only escape he knew of.

- - - - -

Those outside, within view of the rooftop, would spy a strange sight. A figure in black, cloaked in fire, sprinted along the rooftop. Behind, a maelstrom of fire surged forward. The man reached the lip of the building but didn’t stop. Instead, he leapt off into the empty space.

- - - - -

He was flying through the air, again. At least this time he was in control. Mostly. He activated the anti-grav chute from his HUD, thankful that the engineers of the armour had the foresight to include such a feature. The device slowed him down just enough, so he could land roughly without breaking anything.

He landed near a pair of exterior palace guards. To their credit they reacted quickly against the flaming avatar of death, but Luther wasn’t in the mood to play games. His blaster pistol lost, Luther pulled Jane’s lightsaber from his belt and activated it.

In little time, the soldiers lay dead, decapitated. Luther focused on removing his flaming shoulder plates. The carbon-impregnated layer of the armour was thoroughly melted, but it was the only reason he wasn’t already ash. A small vibro-blade popped out of knuckle, and Luther used the knife to saw at the strap to each plate.

With the flaming debris off, Luther picked up the fallen man’s A280 and hunkered down. He was in the gardens, near the fight with Queen, but far enough away to not warrant attention. “Come at me, you son of a schutta” Luther grunted through gritted teeth. He had plenty of cover here and good line of sight. As soon as the Mandolorian appeared he would shoot him down from the sky.

Alkor Centaris · Oct 21, 2018

He watched from on high as his opponent reacted admirably, ditching the roof in a grand display of desperation. Like an archangel wreathed in flaming wings, he trailed napalm flames from his scapulae that looked ironic as he began to float safely down to earth.

Alkor smirked. Mandalorians were a culture with strong ties to hunting; both creatures in the wild and bounties in city streets, there was no game they would not chase. There was a thrill to it that made the fight-for-your-life all the more satisfying, regardless of the outcome.

For his own part, Alkor carried a lifetime of work as an assassin before his induction into the Verd clan with him as well. Stalking human prey was an afterthought for him. As he cut his thrusters, dropped, engaged them for a burst, then dropped another level, he fought against the dull ache in his chest and the lurching of his stomach to control each breath.

There was no use for adrenaline at this point. A fight like this required a clear head. Mandalorians fought differently from Jetiise. Out think. Out maneuver. Overcome.

Two more stories.

One more thrust from the jetpack.

And he dropped to the dirt, beskad in hand. He landed in a crouched but recovered quickly, since his fall was relatively short lived. He was outside the area, scanning for the heat trail from the grenade when his HUD picked up on them.

Guards, visibly decapitated by a lightsaber. That changed things. That meant his opponent had potential to be more of a threat than a simple Stormtrooper.

Alkor remained in the shadows of the entryway, crouching low and trusting his cloak to baffle his opponent's scanners. The man must have found cover, and he could be anywhere. Alkor took another deep breath.

Slow and steady. No rush. He's on the run.

He looked around slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements. His HUD scanned for life and was rewarded with a view of the Queen and her entourage of friends and enemies at odds several yards away. That also limited him in terms of weaponry. No big blasts or stray shots.

Alkor didn't get paid if the asset ended up on ice.

But that Hedgemaze looked promising. He remained low as he crept into the Gardens and made a break for the maze. His HUD continued scanning, set to alert him of any sudden attacks.

He needed a position where he could take the man unawares, ideally.

[member="Luther Ando"]

Jaccer Ramirez · Oct 21, 2018

Location: [Redacted], Commenor
Objective: Rebel
Nearby: [member="Magnus Vizsla"]
Equipment: Armour, Weapon

It seemed the Mandalorian spotted Jaccer before the sensor system was able to pick up the moving target. This brief advantage given to his opponent would allow him to make the first attack. "Another missile?" The soldier groaned as he projectile arching towards him. The onboard computer had already worked out how long until the missile would come into contact with the building where Jaccer stood.

Instead of remaining an immobile target, Jaccer launched himself from his high position towards the Mandalorian. He activated the thruster pack, pushing it to full power, in order to create a collision course for his enemy.

If he was able to make contact, the weight of the armour would drag them both to the ground fast. Plus, the kinetic impact would feel like the Mando just got hit by a speeder at full speed.

Cenn Kothari · Oct 21, 2018

Location: First Order Embassy
Proximity Interaction: [member="Dysnomia"] | [member=Seto Du Couteau] | [member="Micah"]
Enemies: FO/Sith
Allies: NR/Commenor

As Republic soldiers arrived to rough the small mob, he grit his teeth trying to decide the best course of action. Looking upon the girl's nails he seemed unimpressed. Turning his attention back on the Republic he opened his mouth the shout back at them.

“What if I did this?” As stones raised and fired at the embassy the Mandalorian's mouth remained open, as the girl with seemingly more gall than him ran in. Cenn stood there in stunned silence, trying to ponder whether he should stay or go. Then, making the poorest of decisions, decided to indeed follow though after a healthy delay.

As he dashed closer Micah could sense him in the force as he crossed the distance and looked through the hole. Two voices caught his attention, both of which were somewhat directed towards the Commenori. Better to wait and see how it proceeded rather than following his Mandalorian pride and leaping straight into danger.

Luther Lewis · Oct 22, 2018

Location: Palace Gardens - Hedge Maze.
Objective: Survive and Escape.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, A280 Blaster Rifle, Jane Locke's Lightsaber.
Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

He stifled a yell as he applied the bacta to the skin on his shoulders. The wounds were bad, second degree burns, almost bordering on the third degree. He’d used a great deal of the bacta on his chest as well, throwing out the empty canisters from his medkit. He kicked the glass shard underneath a hedge, thankful he'd managed to dislodge the blasted thing.

He had moved on from his position when the Mandolorian didn’t appear. It was becoming more and more apparent to Luther that he wasn’t dealing with any ordinary foe. This man was an expert killer, and far outmatched Luther’s skill. “Don’t get a desk job Luther” he muttered, pulling off the cap of a syringe. “You’ll get bored. Take a job in the field!” he stabbed the syringe into his tight, through a small gap into the plates. It was little early to take his meds, but he didn’t want he want his muscles to fail him at the wrong moment.

He rose from behind the stone bench, feeling a little bit more like himself. He had run deep into the hedge maze, intentionally getting lost. He had taken some time to treat himself, and so he was sure that his hunter was nearby. ‘Time to make my exit’ Luther thought. All he needed to do was get off the palace grounds, then he could blend into society.

He thought carefully about his next steps. The man had distinct advantage over him, which was mobility. He could skip entire sections of the maze with his jetpack, should he care to do so. Fortunately, Luther’s HUD would spot him in the air, and the agent could shoot him down. That left just one risk, which was running into the man within the hedge maze. He didn't know if he knew the layout of the maze; Luther centainly didn't. And he was already lost within the grassy walls. Navigating his way out would be difficult, to say the least.

At least he had a compass, as a part of his HUD. Keeping a hold of the gun, he drew Jane’s lightsaber in his left hand. He activated it and headed to the nearest hedge wall. With a little experimentation, he found he could carve a way through the foliage. He emerged into the next section and grinned. “Time to make my own path”.

Eugen Aker · Oct 22, 2018

Location: Airspace above Chasin City
Objective: Saving the Paddy Bacon, Find a Sith Lord to duel.
Allies: Liberators
Opposition: Sith and Friends
Directly Engaging: N/A (Open to Interaction)

From beyond the clouds above, lightning blue ion bolts began to rain down upon the hordes Sith troopers gathering against Asaraa and Caedyn near an abandoned schoolyard. The troopers were left dumbfounded as their electronics and weapons were fried (some even being shocked at the epicenter of the ionic blasts), rendered into nothing bust useless hunks of metal. Suddenly, the Silver Padawans' (and Daryln's) opposition had become all the more manageable.

"Sparrow to Cotton," Jyoti called out over encrypted comms. "It looks like you could use a lift."

Moments later, a small fleet of Luna dropships broke through the clouds with an escort of nimble bit interceptors. Most of the ships were on a steady trajectory for the palace district to bring a fresh wave of reinforcements to the Rangers and Jedi already there (Amari, Rick), but a few Luna and bits broke off homing in on Asaraa's IFF transponder.

"If you can move to the parking lot, then we can scoop you all up for a straight shot to the palace."

As her Luna closed in for the suggested pick up point, Jyoti fired again from her weapons station, raking more Sith troopers in sight with a mix of precision ion fire and glop bombs. Soon, across the grass and street, there would be piles of dazed and cursing soldiers stuck together against the ground in blobs of hardening epoxy.

War usually left the stern Echani quite dour, but she couldn't help but smirk at the comical sight below. She also felt a rare swell of optimism.

Commenor would be freed this day.

[member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]

Drystan Marakos · Oct 22, 2018

Location: Inbound aboard a Luna Transport; heading for the Palace District

Objective: Liberate the Palace, Rescue [member="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"]

Directly Engaging: About to be

Drystan Marakos, Knight Sentinel of the Order of the Silver Jedi, closed her eyes and drew The Living Force around her like a warm blanket; allowing it to fill her limbs, lungs, heart, and mind.

The powerful dropship she was aboard hurtled toward the Palace District, delivering the Jedi Warrior plus a number of troops for reinforcement directly toward the center of Commenori Power. She stood to one side of the ship, holding a strap to steady herself against the ship's occasional rocking motions as it was buffeted by the atmosphere; it was traveling fast, matching the violence on Commenor below with a sense of urgency all it's own. The Jedi Knight wore a powerful set of armor, and was armed with an ancile shield, her lightsaber, a Baronness APG, and an EKR-10C Carbine; each weapon, stowed & ready for immediate use upon touchdown.

The troops with her, and her fellow Jedi, were fresh & ready to bring the pain, and Drystan allowed herself a small smile. She stretched out with The Force as the palace rapidly approached, needing no eyes to see, and touched the minds of two of her companions on the ground: [member="Rick Kaloo"], and [member="Amari Deechi"]. She said only one thing: "We're Coming."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Location: The Palace

Tune: Ride of the Valkyries

The transports came in hot, streaking low over the ground at tremendous speed and generating powerful sonic-booms from their passing which echoed out over Commenor; like trumpets heralding judgement.

Drystan's transport, along with others, began to disgorge their payloads, and the Jedi Knight was first off her boat, her entire body & head covered in armor and her powerful mass-driver carbine probing the air like a serpent's tongue. There was a brief exchange of fire between one of the transports and a gun nest near the palace, and the first batch of fighters on the ground took the lives of a number of enemy combatants with violence.

"Sentinel to Sparrow, LZ secured; preparing to push into the Palace."

Marina DeVoe · Oct 22, 2018

Location: Southern Distric of Chasin City
Objective: To evacuate children off Commenor
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: Collage Campus resistance group under Drox Fuga
Posts: 7

Rumble.....Rumble.... The faint repercussions of the battle above ground was not only heard, but felt too.
They were getting pressed in it seemed. marina was still waiting for that launch window confirmation as she had no clue as to what actually was happening above their subterranean makeshift hangar. The resistance had made what they could of all unchecked Commenor resources and avenues that the sith were either blind too or had too much on their hands since their invasion to police.
It was one thing to come down like a rainstorm with troopers and fighter groups, and another to maintain and police all that they had supposedly conquered. But like all conquers, it was just a perception of the present time allotted them. Eventually all suppressed peoples regroup, plan in secrecy and wait out their oppressors till the time is ripe and then strike back with fevered vengeance.

It were no different here on Commenor as in many systems where the sith failed to take root.
Rumble....Rumble... the battle seemed to be getting louder as Commenor was pounded mercilessly by the sith it seemed. Then again, Marina had little clue as she still hadn't heard from the resistance group from the Collage campus as for them giving her a launch window.

"Control, come in.." She got on the horn with the group that had prepared this ship in the subterranean utility hub. They were in contact on and off with the fighters above ground.
"What's going on up there....any word from the surface about my launch window?....over."

What she got in response was to sit tight, as they were getting too many conflicting reports as to the turmoil on the surface. The sith in their immediate district were carpet bombing it seemed. They had quite a few sith fighter squadrons in the air. It wasn't safe for her to launch at this hour.
"Hour?!....What do you mean hour?...We've got to launch ASAP...somebody get me a launch window...over"

But there were several dog fights reported just over their district. The skies were full of sith fighters.

"Come on! Just somebody get me an open window so that I can launch. I don't need a clear path to the stars, just up to cloud cover. I'll pick whatever is up there on my sensors. I just can't do it from down below the surface. " She replied, making sure they were understanding that all she wanted was to get this vessel up. Once in the air and her sensor arrays on line, she could grasp the situation on her own and maneuver through the maelstrom.

Rumble...Rumble... She could now readily feel the earth shaking pretty much all around her. the sith were pounding the surface above them. It would be a matter of time before they were discovered down in the utility hub. Marina knew the sith had the means and tech to both sound off and scan below surface. It could be them right now at this moment that they were just doing that overhead.

RUMBLE ...RUMBLE.... the percussions were getting stronger and it was reverberating down below. They were running out of time and options. It could be a matter of minutes before the sith found the subterranean utility hub that had been retrofitted after the invasion to serve as an underground hangar.
"I've seemed to lost connection with the resistance group under command of Capt. [member="Drox Fuga"]. They haven't responded yet as to the window I requested.
Get me someone on the surface that can spot me a window..." And so she kept trying to get someone, some group on the surface to spot her a window.

And then it came through. But it had an all too familiar voice behind it.

"Abby?...Abby, is that you?" Marina's heart suddenly skipped a few beats. Was it her?..was it truly her she was hearing or just her immagination?

It was.
It was certainly [member="Abigail Meredydd"] . Although she didn't give her full name, but rather made reference to their shopping spree the day they both had set down on Commenor.
"Oh Abby, it is you. You're alive and well... Oh thank God." Marina was quite ecstatic in finding her friend was still alive. She hadn't heard a peep out of her since they had split up when they had come upon the school district that Marina decided to volunteer her services. Abby on the other hand had come down to Commenor to fight and she bade marina a farewell and set off to find her group of resistance fighter. Two weeks had gone by and not a word of what happened to Abby. But Abby was now relaying what marina had needed to get her ship of valuable cargo off this war stricken world.

"Yes! yes, I'll be at the ready.... Just give me a minute window. I'll get my angels up in the air. "

So then it was set. Marina immediately barked orders to the assigned crew and aid, tending to the children.
"Get everyone strapped in...we've got a launch window coming up in minutes!"

And then it came in. The moment she had been waiting for; the launch window.
Seemed some Mando forces had been monitoring the resistance airwaves..or just pure luck; but the sith air forces were momentarily kept at bay and lured elsewhere. There was an open envelope of air space just over the subterranean hangar doors.
Marina ignited the engines and revved them up to peed, holding her vessel from jumping forward as the hangar doors parted open . At first it was just a sliver of daylight, then to become an actual open window for her ship to bolt through. And bolt the old federation vessel it did. Even the ship's G-force compensators lagged a few micro 'g's' behind. But the old vessel had been built well and it held up to marina's quick acceleration. She had put the hammer down, so to speak and the craft shot out of the underground hangar like that of a missile. Hell, a bit faster than a missile!

The crew members were pinned to their seats and the children...most of them screamed with delight as it was for most of them like that of an amusement ride. Of course, there were many that were crying. But not of the ship accelerating, but of being separated from their parents for what was now an entire day. That, and for the most part, no one had gotten a good night's rest, since they had trecked underground since they had gotten word to evacuate the children off world.

The Federation ship bolted through the sky and ascended toward the clouds. The ship's sensor arrays soon were displaying what it was picking up in open air that it couldn't in the underground hangar. marina was taking in all of the info on the ship's HUD displays. Yes, there were enemy crafts that had spotted them. But they had been given a good launch window and those fighters as fast as they were just couldn't overtake the Federation corvette. At least not while Marina had the hammer down at full throttle. Clouds soon parted to reveal open space. If it wasn't for Marina rolling the ship over, one would have thought night had suddenly been upon them. But the ship going topsy-turvy for a moment revealed a beautiful and what appeared as a serene Commenor. It was difficult to even see a war going on as the Federation class ship broke Commenor's atmosphere.

But a war was certainly being waged on Commenor both on land and seas..in the air and in open space.
And that war soon enough made it's presence known to Marina , as it soon caught up to them by way of a snare...a tractor beam.

Charlie Nooran · Oct 22, 2018

Location: Airspace above the City -> Palace
Objective: Liberate the Palace, Hammer Time the Sith
Allies: Liberators, [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Opposition: The Sith and Co
Directly Engaging: No one – lets fight <3

Commenor. This was the second time the Padawan had come to this place, she wondered what it was like without the war and chaos ripping it apart. Charlie wondered if she should have come to visit when peace was something here if that ever was a thing. They were in a time of war and the girl pondered if Peace was ever possible. Rolling her shoulders back, the Padawan felt the stretch of the fitted armor she wore and the repulsors pack on her back. Screw riding the whole way down with the rest, Charlie wanted a front row seat to this.

It was a learning opportunity.

Grinning the padawan took her moment as the transport opened enough for her to launch herself out. Taking a running leap Charlie escaped the transport and was now freefalling through the airspace. The wing like flaps on the armor helped her guide her way through the air. At times she had to dodge a turbolaser or two, but with the guidance of the Force she remained safe. She recognized in the distance as she grew closer to the ground, her mark was near. As the padawan landed to her feet a few rounds of her shatter pistol went off taking out a pair of enemy combatants. She moved towards Drystan as she kept the shatter gun in hand.

Asaraa Vaashe · Oct 22, 2018

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

What had begun as a nice, simple, walk through the city, a stroll along memory lane had devolved into...well chaos. The shortcut had worked, maybe a little too well, depositing them right in front of the palace...and right between the guns of two units of Sith troopers...two very large units of sith troopers. The defence though, it had been like a dance, better than one, the urgency of the situation adding an extra flair to the moment. In a normal dance, a mistake could mean the loss of points, of face or of your dignity. But here, the smallest mistake meant death, for yourself or worse yet your partner, but they were both still alive.

The thrum of Caedyn's lightsaber behind her back was a familiar sound, Asaraa could sense the blade twirling, cutting blaster bolts out of the air behind her as the Kervanos danced a pattern in front of her the ultrachrome of the blade reflecting the blasterbolts back as if she were engaged in a game of tennis. But for every blasterbolt the padawan cut out of the air a score more followed. No matter how good she was, small cracks appeared, the blasterbolts sizzling out against shield and the Fate's Dance as the girl stood her ground, refusing to move an inch, it might not have been the smarted move where her own survival was concerned, but where her partner's survival was concerned the padawan was determined not to be the weakest link. Yet, all the determination in the world could only take you so far, block so many bolts before you were overwhelmed. Luckily the pair weren't pushed to that limit, a loud explosion and a new rain of attacks cutting through one flank of the attackers as a red-haired man tossed a quip into the sudden silence that descended over the plaza. A man that Caedyn apparently knew..."Friend of yours? Please tell me he's a griend of yours." She gave the heavily armed man a sidelong glance, "I mean...you know some really interesting people don't you." Caedyn was supposed to be the good one but...he was quipping with a walking armoury. She'd get the whole story from him later but for now...she wasn't going to be outdone in the quip department. "Aww, see what you did now, you totally ruined the blaster training they were helping us with." The girl span, raising her shield in the direction of one of the Sith troops, "We'll be with you in just a second," the girl rolled her shoulders, sweeping her blade through the air as she let her voice drop so only Caedyn could hear her. "So...I think we might owe the old man there something nice after this as a thank you."

Even as she spoke Asaraa kept her eyes on the Sith troopers, which was the only reason she saw it coming, the familiar sight of the Silver Jedi's Luna Transports unleashing a hail of fire down on the troopers as the sunglasses darkened. A rail of blue electricity sweeping across the hapless troopers as her radio swacked to life. "Umm, Cotton reading you loud and clear Sparrow. We were just about to turn on them, but thank's for the assist" she offered Caedyn a guilty half smile as she turned to nod at Darlyn. She recognised the voice of the Silver Jedi Grandmaster, her personal transport leading the charge. Maybe, if she acted really confident...and it wasn't like they wouldn't have been able to handle it...maybe Jyoti wouldn't tell Josh about the crossfire she'd let them walk into. The padawan was pretty sure her master would never let her live this down. "Well, looks like the...um... the second wave of the cavalry is here," she allowed giving Darlyn a grateful nod, "Shall we go rescue the queen? Before she gets tired of waiting and decides to come rescue us instead?" She'd only met Caedyn's mother once for a few minutes, but that really didn't seem like it was outside the realm of possibility at this point.

[member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Charlie Nooran"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | @Darlyn Excron

Kyrel Ren · Oct 22, 2018

Location: Palace Gardens
Objective: Kill or Capture [member="Lady Kay"]
Allies: [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Xevek Rakama"]
Enemies: [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff, Raiment of the Vigilant

Kyrel was empowered in this very moment by the Harbinger in his very hands. The crystals within that of the slain Jedi Master Zark to which he had corrupted, and that of the Vader's Demise Mustafarian Crystals. It filled him with tremendous hate, but excruciating pain. He turned the pain within into nothing more than hate-fueled adrenaline. Making him an unstoppable force on the battlefield. To his surprise, the Queen had ignited her own blade, a rare color he had seen that he had taken the hue of pink. Or at least a very pink colored crimson. Unique for her kind, given that such crystals could have been rare.

He let out a sickening laugh. Hearing her reply as the blades clashed, first her blade came to block the attack to her head, the second to her chest. The blend of Blood Red Crimson and the Pink colored crimson creating sparks as flashes of white when the blades connected danced around them. "It is the will of the Force for the weak to perish, and the strong to rule. You are weak, not meant for this world. Your time is over. It's our time now to rule. The fall of the Alliance should have shown you that."

Aided by the Sith, the Enforcer of Ren was confident that he could beat the Queen and end this Rebellion swiftly. She may not have started this, but with the capture of the Queen, or even her death. Either one could serve as a catalyst for the end of this Rebellion. As the blades clashed, she made a motion with her fingers. All of a sudden blaster fire started to come from the wrist. The fire was hitting his stomach, yet due to the thick armor he wore, the blaster fire had little effect if anything all it caused was scorch marks across the tough armor. Kyrel gave the woman one look, before backhanding her with his razor-sharp talons on his free hand.

Before he could even press the attack, his senses alerted him to the flying debris, hurled by the Mandalorian, he divulged his attention from the Queen to the debris, using the force to send the rock hurling back at the Mandalorian, there was some short distance between him and Kay now. He quickly rushed at her once more, pressing the attack spinning his blades as to confuse her, before angling the blades into an arc. Attempting to go for her midsection and her legs. Somewhere else he could sense the arrival of more Jedi. His thoughts distracted for a moment as to wonder if more would come to the palace gardens. Perhaps then he would be surrounded by enemies.

Kay-Larr · Oct 23, 2018

Location: Gardens, outside of the Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Silfe Sosuri"] [member="Drystan Marakos"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Luther Ando"]

Her blaster fire from her bracer had worked. It helped to distract Kyrel as she had intended it to do. Yet so did the distraction that Kaine had made. However the debris had distracted her too, so she didn't see the backhand coming from Kyrel until it was too late. She stumbled back as his taloned glove had hit her hard. Already she could feel the fresh made cuts on her cheek as they stung with the cool breeze.

The words that Kyrel had spouted were false. Her time wasn't over. She wasn't weak. Her planet was nearly liberated. While trapped in a guilded cage, she had still managed to reach out across the Galaxy, get sympathizers and help from allies to work towards this very goal. A goal that was nearly reached.

The images sent by [member="Veiere Arenais"] through their Force Bond helped to reinforce her attachment to hope. The space battle was nearly finished. The skies once again belonged to the Commenori, and soon the ground will as well. There will be victory tonight.

Her time was not yet over.

Kay looked to Kyrel as he began to rush her and close the gap between them. In turn she moved backwards and deactivated her lightsaber a split second before hitting a button on the right arm of her light armour, turning on the personal cloaking device that would hopefully render her invisible to him. At least by his eyes. She figured that he could sense her through the Force just as she could sense him. Kay moved to her right, to try to get herself out of range of Kyrel's blades. Then she summoned an arc of white Force Lightening, aiming for Kyrel's feet and to electrify the ground that he stood on. By keeping his focus low, that cleared the way for other opportunities to present themselves.

HK-42 · Oct 23, 2018

Location: Palace Gardens
Main Objective: To kill and/or Capture one [member="Lady Kay"]
Secondary objectives: Protect [member="Kyrel Ren"] from Lethal Injury; Capture/Execute anyone who attempts to delay the Main Objective.
Identified Allies: [member="Luther Ando"] [member='Xevek Rakama']
Identified Hostiles: [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member='Rick Kaloo']
Unconfirmed Neutral Personnel: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

It had been so long since Grievous had been assigned a mission with Kryel Ren, his Master, after several scrapes on his own adventures without the Knight of Ren. He had actually accompanied the member of Ren down to the surface and had stayed by him until the fighting began, staying quiet until then. When the debris was deflected, HK-42 ran off, not to flee from the battle, but to attempt to ensure no one else would attack him during his fight with the Queen. "Do not worry about reinforcements sir. I shall take them on, and add their equipment to my collection." He said as he was prepared to face whatever came his way, Igniting the Orange bladed Shoto Lightsabers built into his wrists. He was now just simply waiting for the Jedi, or whoever would come to the Queen's aid, to attempt to turn the tide of Kyrel's battle with the Queen.

Alkor Centaris · Oct 23, 2018

He remained low and moved slowly. Each footfall was quiet amid carefully kept grass. Alkor watched his HUD dutifully, aware of subtle movement and constantly scanning for nearby lifesigns. It was an energy spike that drew his attention. Not close enough to trigger a proximity alert, but more than close enough to warn him to stay on his toes. The readings were on par with a lightsaber, something he knew to expect when he'd seen thd fate of the guards. Was he dealing with a trained Force Adept?

No, probably not. The reaction to his grenade, the way the man fell, everything smacked of rank and file training, rather than the guile and swiftness of a Forcie. He knew everything he needed to about them. He knew this man wasn't.

Still, he kept his beskad drawn and turned the corner, watching carefully for the heat signature to break through the brush. It was only a matter of time, since the man was very likely searching for a way out. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, they always said.

And he had a fairly decent read on the direction, after his scan finished.

Alkor held his beskad at the ready, stalking forward and preparing to spring the trap.

[member="Luther Ando"]

Coren Starchaser · Oct 23, 2018

He could only hope he was fast enough. With the lumbering hulk before him, and weapons Coren wasn’t all that versed in fighting against – Sith seemed to prefer sabers and whips – the back pedal was intended to throw the beast off balance. But the beast was undeterred and moved to change their grip. Taking in the situation, he noticed the greater swing range. That’d give him the distance he needed.

Now to find a weak spot.

If only he had taken up any master who knew Shatterpoint on that effort. Shaking his head he moved quickly. Sliding his body down, his lightsaber was swinging for the knee, all the while a defensive screen of pure Force energy appeared between the mace and Coren’s head.

Location: Streets

Enemy: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

Objective: Protect the Palace

Marina DeVoe · Oct 23, 2018

Location: Southern Distric of Chasin City
Objective: To evacuate children off Commenor
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: NPC's for the ending
Posts: 8

"EVERYONE, brace yourselves!-..." Even before she finished the ship itself suddenly got jolted.
They were ensnared. One of the sith platforms orbiting Commenor had picked the ship during it's ascension trying to escape, and had emitted a tractor beam.
They were suddenly not only nabbed, but losing speed and momentum.

Marina's co-pilot cursed as everyone felt the grappling beam take hold of their ship. Marina kept the ship's throttle open despite the trembling and shaking of the vessel which indicated the tractor beam from one of the sith's orbital platforms had a definitive lock on them.
In that very critical moment, Marina got the ship's nose pointed away from the source, aligning her ship at a perfect centered 90 degree angle. This only momentarily counteracted the pull of the tractor beam. But the beam emitters compensated as she expected them to do and once more her ship was being forcibly pulled backward toward the platform. She seemed to be a fish struggling to the end...with the end being inevitably and systematically reeling the sith's catch in.
She had the ship at full throttle and was losing ground by the second.

"Take hold of the controls and keep it at full throttle! " Marina shouted to her co-pilot.
"I need a moment to make a manual jump calculation....Just maintain our nose at a 90 degree angle to the beam." She instructed, as she handed over the controls.
But the copilot was besides himself, thinking that there was no way to escape. The ship trembled and shook more wildly as the tractor beam got stronger.
Her co-pilot was calling it over. What was the use? They were caught.

"Just DO IT!!
Hold our trajectory position. It doesn't matter if we're getting pulled in. Just hold us at 90 degrees and don't deviate!
I'm going to set our jump coordinates once I get the calculations done. Just you hold hold it steady!" Marina kept shouting despite the ship now seemingly and surely going backwards and toward one of the platforms. It was all she could say for her co-pilot to do as she was manually calculating the star chart to derive at a good and safe jump.
But once again, her co-pilot shouted back as to what was the point? They couldn't jump no matter if they had clean jump coordinates or not, the tractor beam had them!

"Just hold the ship steady....
That's it, keep it steady........I almost got the calculations....
STEADY I SAID!" Marina did her best at a manual calculation that she was trying to get to download it into the hyperdrive comp. The Hyperdrive wouldn't jump unless it had coordinates. And Marina wasn't going to just wing this one, no. Despite the vessel's nav comp being on the fritz, she wasn't going to just jump once they cleared the tractor beam, no. That would be foolish. In actuality, Marina was using the tractor beam to get her their ship pointed in a steady location. Something which she had hoped they would be able to do once the sith blockade nabbed them. She needed for their ship to kind of be in a stop motion till she could make that calculation.

"YES!..we got it!" She beamed with excitement.

Yes, she did get the calculation accomplished, but weren't they still being pulled steadily toward the platform? No ship could jump into hyper-space while under the pull of a tractor beam...not even if she had her own ship, the Mariner IV. This ship was an old federation ship. least of all at it's present struggle against the tractor beam it could at least hold together.

There was no escaping the sith military grade tractor beam, that much was a given and Marina had known that. Well, at least no ship could escape on its own. Not with just ship drives. No ship, especially a small class corvette class ship like they were in could even dream of escaping the pull of the tractor beam.
But Marina knew tractor beams and she knew their failings..their weaknesses.
How?
She had what some called flash memory. And she had come across tactics in counter actions against tractor beams. Honestly and truthfully, she didn't know why the best pilots never used such tactics. Then again, she had never used it before either. But she was more inventive and a tactician than many would come to realize. Marina somehow or other, and at the most crucial hour would come up with a viable plan. And this particular plan, she had come up with when they were still in the subterranean hangar... when she had spotted those seismic bombs that for the most part seemed useless in this war. But they were just the ideal things she needed to get the ship and children off Commenor and through the sith blockade.

Yep, her co-pilot finally guessed at what she was about to do. Lucky for them, he had remembered about the seismic bombs Marina had the ground crew attach and with coverings no less to hide them, to the aft of their ship. He had almost called it quits and was about to shut down the ship's drives, lest the engines overloaded, if Marina's plan hadn't dawned on him. But the engines were not yet critical, but certainly struggling.

Well, as the tractor beam pulled and pulled, and Marina's vessel struggled in an fruitless effort to escape it at full throttle, she entered the jump coordinates and checking them twice, taking into account putting in what she called a slingshot effect in the equation.
Naturally the ship itself was losing ground. But that was the idea..to be at full thrust while the tractor beam pulled them in.

And then she released one of the seismic bombs that had been attached to the aft of the ship. The tractor beam swallowed it up like candy as it detached from their vessel.

It would have been so easy for her to let the seismic bomb hurl all the distance to the tractor beam emitter and platform. It would have been quite a sight, and quite some carnage that would have resulted from it detonating on impact, if one was aiming to kill sith.
Only that Marina wasn't a killer, despite the sith being vermin in her eyes.
No.
No she couldn't bring herself to kill the sith, not even their mindless troops. She was too good for that.
So no, Marina didn't let the seismic bomb get pulled all the way down to the sith orbiting platform station's emitter. The one that had tried to grab a supposedly defenseless vessel trying to make a run with children on board. Only this vessel had a guardian angel on board...and she had a pair of talons.
Marina remotely detonated it almost half way between her ship and the platform.

The bomb's definitive blast and shock wave severed the tractor beam, sling-shooting the old Federation corvette back on it's pointed trajectory and into open space.
Marina's hand was on the hyperdrive controls, and when the ship bolted forward, freed of the tractor beam, she engaged it.

The vessel, with Marina and Commenor's school children from Chasin's Norther District, popped into hyperspace.

...end.

Tathra Khaeus · Oct 23, 2018

Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
Objective: Advertise
Enemies: Everyone | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Lady Kay"]
Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

The Jedi's instinctual reflexes kept him alive, ducking low as Tathra let go of the end of his Mace; allowing the staff to swivel round as his left hand brought the Mace to his side, its head came close to the ground; the shaft running the length of his body.

Tathra had been alive for nearly a hundred years, and had fought almost nothing but smaller opponents in that time. He sidestepped toward Coren in the midst of his strike to his knee, now in the length of Coren's lightsaber as Tathra's right hand moved to grasp Coren's shoulder, a massive hand to clamp down on his shoulder.

If his hand connected, he'd effortlessly throttle Coren to the ground like a rag doll; and extend the Gladius hidden in his gauntlet into his gut.

HK-42 · Oct 23, 2018

Location: Palace Gardens Main Entrance
Current Objective: Defend Garden entrance to prevent duel interuption
Identified Hostiles: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member='Rick Kaloo'] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member='Kaine Australis']
Identified Allies: [member='Kyrel Ren'] [member='Luthor Ando'] [member='Xevek Rakama']

As Grievous waited, he did see a few guards try to charge him. Pathetic. Standard filing for dealing with a Droid of his scale. Didn't take much to deal with them, just a slash or two of his sabers. He remained at the entrance of the Gardens, not only awaiting his Master to either capture or kill Lady Kay, their main target, or when he requested assistance.

It was so long since he had seen the corpse of an organic meat bag. So long since he got to cut something made of flesh and bones and meat into nothing more than a dice up corpse on the floor. He kept his ground, awaiting when someone arrived to see the murder of the guards, small prey, but the way they were ripped apart by a few lightsaber swings is all it takes to make them terrified...hopefully. Because if it didn't, hen he'd have to take on a fearless opponent, and those are some fun...but not enough to keep Grievous entertained.

[member='Asaraa Vaashe'] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Marina DeVoe"]

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