Invasion The Republic Shall Fall [One Sith Invasion of Coruscant]

[RC-1025]

Destination: Senate Building Level 64
Objective: Evacuate Senate Building, Find Senator of Naboo
Allies: Republic (Nearby Tallia Farn Yusan Fenn Popo )
Enemies: One Sith and their allies
Music: Bad Company - Bad Company

Popo and Tallia would notice that behind their speeder a squadron of gunships landed behind them. "Senator Popo, we were informed by a Commando that you requested our assistance," a voice over the com said, "Gizka Company is right behind you sir."

As the troops disembarking they open fired into the crowd to give assistance to Popo the Hutt.

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The speeder reached level 64 and stopped at the window of the Naboo Senator's office. It appeared to be empty. RC-1025 stepped onto the ledge and scooted to a hidden keypad where he entered a code. With a affirmative beep, the window lifted to allow the Commando inside. The place was a mess and not in the rushed out of here way. It was ransacked as if there was a struggle. This was confirmed when he saw a spot of blood on the floor. He turned to the driver and said, "Inform the Senate Guard that the Senator of Naboo has been nabbed. Check every id going out and allow nothing short of Republic military inside."

"Yes sir," said the speeder biker, "What about you?"
"I'm going to find her."

With rifle at the ready he opened the door in the hallway to find that one of the Senator's personal guardsman lying dead on the floor. This was not a good sign but the blood trail was. He dashed along it, hoping it will lead to the villains behind this.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

JEDI TEMPLE:

Great Hall; Fighting @Ryan Korr; Allied With Sith:


Such a wonderful feeling was that of feeling bone break beneath your grasp. Of course, it hadn't been her intention for him to injure his wrist. What he did was the result of her vice-like grip, along with his own foolish movements. But it did allow a wider range of options. Not good. "Your fight is lost. It is better you accept this," She started, tightening her grip while moving her hand forward. Her fingers were wrapped over the back of his hand, part of his palm, and a thin portion of the wrist. This mean his arm held more motion, but his hand was easier to control. Angrily she dug her long (slightly pointy) fingernails into the dorsal of his hand. "Before you get hurt, Jumpy little Jedi." She wasn't quick enough. Blue light started to dig into the thin metal, tearing into it. All she had done was slow it, prevent it from going all the way. It was time to finish this. Once again she kicked out, hoping to catch his groin or stomach in a powerful blow. Should that fail... well, she wouldn't mind just tearing his arm- oh. That would work. Returning her hand to a bit closer to his wrist she started pulling. Hard. If she could get it at the right angle, she could force his arm out of it's socket.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Great Hall
Opponent: Ven'Rain Sekairo

The blue blade was burning quickly through the durasteel covering the monster's wrist, but it seemed intent on kicking him while simultaneously ripping his arm out of his socket. Korr narrowed his eyes against the pain and grabbed the hilt of his lightsaber. Not with his hand - that was almost useless now. With the Force. Grasping the hilt with telekinesis he pushed the blade against the monster's wrist with all his telekinetic strength even as the monster's foot swung toward him.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

JEDI TEMPLE:


Great Hall; Fighting [member="Ryan Korr"]; Allied With Sith:


JJ was persistent. Even when his bones were broken, his body bruised. Admirable, really. But if it wasn't for the force, he would be very, very, very dead right now. Then again... without the force Ven would have never come back to life. Hmph. Seeing as this wasn't working... she let go. The pain in her wrist made her desperately want to punch this man in the face. However that was a really stupid idea. Instead she swiveled on the ball of her foot, pulling back as she did so. This put her to JJ's left, facing him at an angle. Hoping he was tired (along with disoriented from the pain) she tried to get behind him. With that a fist headed straight for the center of his shoulder blades. Anyone who had taken a military martial arts class would know that this was one of the many pressure points that if hit hard enough could knock someone out. To try and ensure a victory she used her left leg to push on the back of his knees, to get them to buckle.

 

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: CORUSCANT BUILDING NEAR JEDI TEMPLE
OBJECTIVE: FIND THE EYE
ALLIES: PUBS
OPPONENT: [member="Darth Isolda"] and her creepy lil pants

Talon rose and moved quicklytoward the presence the force was like a torrent coursing through him as he drew closer. The force was his guide as he drew near the dark lord's position. He looked at the crimson blades as he approached and drew his twin sabers.

'Well you didn't become a shadow for the cookies, Talon.' He told himself as his yellow and blue blades came to life.

His emerald eyes stared at them with focused determination as his gace became bathed in the saber's light.

"Well." He said calmly, "didn't they get passed 'turn on saber and hold' in your training, or do I have to do all the work myself?"

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Skyscraper overlook the Jedi temple
Objective: Eliminate Jedi
Current Target: @A'donari Cinn

...the bolt had impacted with the black robed body of the nameless Sith that the Nautolan’s had pinned against himself; this would save the Nautolan while subsequently rendering a portion of that Sith to ashes as he was quite literally disintegrated by the shot from the Disruptor Rifle. As he watched through the zoom scope Ronan would let his tongue click against the roof of his mouth again while taking aim for another shot. He was also aware that reinforcements had arrived however he remained confident that his Camouflage Armor would provide him from enough cover to remain unseen awhile longer unless someone was actively looking for him. Only six shots remained in his Disruptor Rifle, he’d need to make them count, and fingering the trigger he waited for the opportunity to fire again...

...the Disruptor Rifle remained snug against Ronan’s shoulder, secured there to absorb any recoil while he continued to look through the zoom scope, and he waited. When he saw the Nautolan flying backwards he’d sense his time to strike. Even if he did hit Darth Nephthys might be able to take advantage of the distraction. Allowing the Disruptor Rifle to sway ahead he’d have aimed roughly a foot ahead of the Nautolan as he went backwards, compensating for the time it would take his shot to travel the distance from the skyscraper to the target, and then he squeezed the trigger once again...

...unless momentum changed the shot was aimed so that as the bolt of energy lanced down from the Disruptor Rifle it was aimed to strike the Nautolan over the left shoulder or further down around his chest. Either was an acceptable outcome in Ronan’s mind. The bolt from the rifle would, like the last shot had, rip muscle and tissue apart on a molecular level and render it ash in the most extreme of circumstances but could have just as likely ripped appendages off if the angle of the shot was correct. Regardless it would not be pleasant and was much more lethal than a regular blaster shot...

...there were now five shots in the Disruptor Rifle remaining and Ronan would begin a sweep of the area outside of the Jedi temple constituting the exterior, steps and the grounds around the building itself. Lifting his head from the zoom scope Ronan would able to take in the fact that reinforcements were arriving to aid the Jedi, he considered that it might be a good time withdraw however he remained for the moment, then his head lowered and he began making a sweep of the area again before patching into the Sith comms momentarily... ”Reinforcements arriving in mass outside the temple. Droid and ground troopers.” ...before going silent again. Ronan rarely ever broke radio silence but it shouldn’t have been an issue in this case...

@A'donari Cinn [member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Odium]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE CATACOMBS CENTRAL CHAMBER
OBJECTIVE: ESCAPE THE TEMPLE
ALLIES: [member="Darth Isolda"] , [member="Darth Shara"] , ONE SITH
OPPONENTS: JEDI TEMPLE.

Time...all things were subject to time. Suns, planets, creatures, people, and places, everything began and everything ended. It was one of the simplest of truths. Nothing could dissuade or halt the advance of time and for the Jedi Temple on coruscant time was running out.

Odium gave one last look at the bomb as he planted yet another detonation pack on the exit and ran off into the darkness of the catacombs. Thousands would die today at his jand and the thought almost made his hate of the Jedi and living creatures in general feel satisfied, almost.

He had only one detonator left as he ran through the catacombs toward the exit. For weeks poor quiet Padawan Ket Vistas had waited for his request for a full time master to be answered and while he waited he had spent much time beneath the temple. No one had given any notice to the mute padawan, and they had given him plenty of time to know the catacombs like he knew his head tresses. Ket Vistas, Odium, continued his sprint to the exit and smiled as he heard the water of the sewers. He was nearly out.

With a heavy splash he jumped from the catacombs into the waste filled waters of the sewers and waded through to the hanger he had entered. He checked his chrono. He was early by 2 minutes.

He stopped and looked out the opening at the Coruscant buildings. He took out the Holocron from Contruum and activated it.

"Have you completed the task?" The spirit asked.

<I need only escape and press the button Master.> Odium replied.

"No more waiting." The spirit of Nihilus commanded, "jump!"

<As you wish.> Odium said stuffing the holocron back in his pack and fastening it tight.

He took the remote detonator in his big hand and stepped back from the entrance. With a burst of speed he lunged for the entrance and leapt into the space between the Temple and the adjacent buildings. Live or die the Temple would fall.

 

[Tefka]

Objective: Storming the walls of Manarai / Battle of Monument Plaza
Location: Approaching the gates of Manarai Heights District
Accompanied By: Umate Radicals, One Sith, The Horde, and a melting pot of criminals.
Mentions: [member="Antares Windu"] [member="Sochi Ru"]

The beach head had been extremely easy. Even with the alarms blaring, even with the sky being as clear as it was, even with it being broad daylight - the Horde moved across the beach and towards the gates with relative ease.

The main host moved with lightning speed.

They marched to the thunderous beating of their drums, heard high above the roaring Manarai alarms.

Glory to the Horde.

Sand kicked up in Yuuzhan Vongs' eyes as the largest of them, the Warchief, dropped to all six limbs in his signature sprint - a move that made him look quite like a beast, emulating the Voxxyn. Kraal seemed to move quicker this way.

Glory to the Horde.

The turrets were slow in charging. Batteries were charging. Men were scrambling to man them all. The first of the turrets finally began lighting the beach with a bright green hue, bodies of Yuuzhan Vong made corpses in an instant.

Glory to the Horde.

Kraal reached the wall first. Nearly a hundred feet of durasteel raising upwards like a titan ready to defend the shores of Manarai against all invaders. The upper left talon of the Myrshavong sunk into the steel with inhuman strength, as his right did the same in a higher location. The Warchief was beginning to scale the wall with no assistance... and he didn't seem to slow at all.

Glory to the Horde.

Seige ladders began to be lifted by the Yuuzhan Vong that couldn't make the climb as other Myrshavong shock troops began to follow the Warchief's example, following up the wall. A massive foot reached the face of the first guard peering over the defenses. As the man began to fall backwards, the massive fist of Tsavong came in a swooping arc to crush the man's skull against the durasteel foundation of the wall.

Glory to the Horde.

Atop the wall, Warchief Kraal gave a bellowing roar and leapt towards the nearest turret. It was giving that signalling "bleeeep bleep bleep" to let it's operator know it had just powered on and was now operational. Little good it did them, as the Myrshavong descended on them like a wild animal, ripping the operator from his chair and throwing him off the wall with one of his four arms.

As Tsavong did this, his tail swept another man off his feet. Chaos was beginning to unfold atop the wall.

Glory to the Horde.

As the swarm began to overtake the defenses, Kraal took half a second to look at the small army that had accompanied him here to sack this unsuspecting settlement, his heart pumping with adrenaline to the beat of the war drums.

Glory to the Horde.

He lifted his two massive amphistaffs in the air as they began to stiffen, turning into draconic spears in appearance.

The Horde roared in violent approval.

Glory to the Horde.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE
OBJECTIVE: TEAM SEXYCURBSTOMP, TAKING NAMES AND KILLING JEDI
ALLIES: [member="Alen Na'Varro"] + [member="Darth Nephthys"]
ENEMIES: ANY AND ALL JEDI ** [member="Xander Carrick"] + [member="Aedan Miles"] **

It would appear that there was another who wished to test his mettle against the dark-haired, ice-eyed Sith, and this one attended to him within the seconds after he had released the blonde Jedi. He felt this one coming, the haste of movement scraping across his awareness, and not to be caught with his back to a potential assault (while not an unmanageable situation, it was hardly a preferable one), he pivoted and turned about to see with his eyes yet another young boy rushing him, purple of hair, and possessing of two blades - one, a guard shoto intent for his lower torso, and another, a regular blade, set to intercept, as his observations in those scant seconds made him privy to the commitments of the body of the boy; his intent, the essence. He flipped the lightsaber in his right hand to reverse-grip the moment prior to the arrival of the second assailant in his area of action and influence.

And it came. One guard shoto in the left hand, sweeping to raze across his abdomen, intercepted by one large left hand from Adair gripping and bearing hard on the fist that was holding and controlling the guard shoto, pushing it back, outward, whilst in the same moment, the right hand of the hybrid in full, hard fist around the hilt of one lifeblood-hued, sizzling blade, went right for the center-of-face of his fresh, purple-haired opponent, backed with the power of the Force - the physical hammer of a deeply imbued punch - with the very real, distinct possibility of caving his face in... or, at the very least, breaking his nose. The predator would take either.

All the while, he considered... how strange it was that these two seemed so eager to cuddle with a Sith Lord, with how intimately close they seemed to want to be to him. He had yet to use anything even remotely close to the full weight of his power; had yet to use his lightsaber beyond its lesser properties of being an oversized, buzzing glowstick.

 

[Antares]

Location: Manarai Heights. Atop of the Wall.
Opponent: [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Seeing the Yuuzhan Vong charge across beach and decimating any defense forces that were on the beach without much resistance turned Antares's stomach. It hadn't been expected to see them cross the distance that fast.

But they were Yuuzhan Vong. They were large, powerful...And had four arms?

Dark orbs watched as [member="Tsavong Kraal"] crushed the head of one of the soldier's on the wall, and then leapt towards the turret and tore the man from his machine. The Quad-Vong as Antares had dubbed it was a war machine, but he couldn't show his fear.

The thing killed even more men, and when he roared, Antares's lightsaber hilt was in his hand. He had two lightsabers with him, but he wasn't skilled in any way with dual-wielding. If he was capable of slowing down the Quad-Vong then perhaps the inhabitants of Manarai Heights could be saved.

He wasted no time, he leapt through the air, aqua blue blade igniting out from his left side as he landed a few meters away from the Myrshavong. Lifting up his lightsaber and pointing it towards the beast, he said, "you and I. Single combat."

Perhaps he wouldn't be overrun that way. Maybe. The thing had climbed the wall with it's hands. He didn't need to accept...

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE EXTERIOR
OBJECTIVE: Amongst my objectives are such diverse elements as Defending the Temple, Foiling the Shiny Gold Sith, and Dispensing Ginger Kitty Justice
OPPONENTS: @Vaelokinhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3731-vaelokin/
SOUNDTRACK: Godsmack "Saints and Sinners"

Half a point for the ginger kitty, scoring a grazing hit on Mister Shiny...or at least, on Mister Shiny's hapless robes. She couldn't be certain if her blade had touched his armored scales as he'd unfortunately turned and blocked her blade from bisecting him. A pity, but such was the way of battle and instinctive self-preservation.

"Likewise, Sith. Do you have a name?"

Mara inhaled sharply, nose barely wrinkling as it was assaulted by the stench of war and death. She shut out the cries of the her fellow Padawans that were dropping around her, buried the broken shards of her heart deep within herself. The young woman could not afford the distraction. Much as she wanted to wish Sarge were there and fighting at her side the way he had on Korriban...she could not.

Because he'd set her aside the same way he then set the Order aside and abandoned them both.

The Force hissed in warning, Goldie's crimson blade sweeping down her amber one. It was coming straight for her forearm and would shear off a fair amount of flesh if not her entire arm if she did not move.

So Mara moved, grabbing hold of the Force and letting flow through her as she spun to the right. The crimson blade did not remove her arm but it did graze her inner forearm enough to leave a streak of burned, smoking flesh. She didn't cry out or clutch her arm, she growled. A loud, rumbling sound that echoed from deep within her chest; a sound that seemed out of place for her slender frame but not for the massive feline she'd been minutes before.

Reaching out with the Force she endeavored to pull Goldie's feet out from under him even as her amber blade sought to remove the hand that held his blade at the wrist.

 

[Darth Tuk'ata]

OBJECTIVE: Save Nephthys
ALLIES: Lucianus Adair | Darth Nephthys
ENEMIES: [member=” A'donari Cinn”]
MUSIC SELECTION: Annihilate

A flash came around for the scene of the battle between Darth Nephthys and allies versus A’donari Cinn. Darth Tuk’ata - who had been with the battle since the beginning - finally found his partner.

“Sister!” he yelled out as he rushed toward her as A’donari pulled upon her leg with the Force.

Little thought was given by Darth Tuk’ata after looking at what was to happen. He held the same type of vision as Darth Nephthys did, and thus understood exactly what A’donari was attempting to do. The man’s attention zoomed in on protecting his Sister and once more being her Sword - and her his Shield.

Pushing off with a bit of the Force propelling him, Darth Tuk’ata rushed toward A’donari. He brandished a purple lightsaber with a black hilt in his right hand. He approached A’donari from the Nautolan’s right at a very fast running pace. It took little time for him to make it to a suitable attacking distance from the Jedi.

Yelling mid-swipe, Darth Tuk’ata aimed to cut off A’donari’s arms with his lightsaber. Such an attempt would have definitely saved Nephthys if successful - and if not, possibly provide enough of a distraction for A’donari in order for Nephthys to escape his grasp.

Fortunately, [member="Dak Canton"]’s shot came at a perpendicular angle from Darth Tuk’ata - and thus would not be a danger to the Sith if A’donari maneuvered his body out of the way. However, a simple deflection of the lightsaber might have changed that. Plus, [member="Ronan Dyre"]'s shots were a different story.

 

[Not Ordo]

LOCATION: AS FAR AWAY FROM CRAZY SPACE WIZARDS AS POSSIBLE
OBJECTIVE: COVER THE NEWS
ALLIES: EVERYBODY (PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME.)
ENEMIES: BEING NOT ALIVE!

"This is Jek Floggerty with Friij News." He said, "we are live on Coruscant where a group of people with laser swords and pew pew sticks are fighting everywhere! It is complete bedlam here! People are shooting people, punching and kicking, it is complete chaos!"

The camera droids on Jek's team zoomed around the temple grounds and steps as the two groups fought. Their blades, fist, and feet collided while others fired various weapons at one another.

In another part of Coruscant a camera droid watched and streamed live vidoe of strange creatures. Jek looked at the video.

"All of these people need some scotch and to get a room." Jek said to his technician. "I'm telling you this galaxy needs more time looking at me and less time with 'laser swords R'Us'."

 

[Darth Naomi]

Location: One Sith Fleet in Orbit
Objective: Cyber-warfare
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic

There was a ton of information to process, so the response from the Miralukan Sith was rather slow, maybe it was a job better suited for an AI and she had better been with those down on the surface. For some reason that was not the case, maybe she felt safer here, maybe she had quite enough of the brawling in that skirmish with the Mandalorian troops. Whatever it was, she had decided to contribute to this invasion in other ways. The first couple minutes of the invasion the newly knighted Darth Naomi stood on the bridge of a Sith frigate that she commanded for this attack and had her blind eyes look out into the void, where one after another the One Sith ships exited hyperspace and entered their attack formations over the capital world of the Republic.

What followed mostly happened in a blur. She coordinated some dropships to their positions on the surface, ordered a few corvettes into the atmosphere and to land in various tactical points. But then, something bigger caught her attention. Her ship, well, the ship she was on as her private transport was only docked to it, was a rather unique case being somewhat of a command ship. It was designed to receive and relay information to other vessels, as quickly and effectively as possible. Yes, it has sufficient shielding and weaponry to hold its own against another of its class, but it was not expected to get into a fight, because that's why you have other ships covering you, right? So, the big and interesting thing that I mentioned, well, let's imagine super sensitive eyes being pointed at the Jedi Temple where all the action was happening. Then let's imagine someone set off a flare that emitted the type of light that the eyes were the most sensitive to? Yeah, it would get noticed and the flare was as pointed out by [member="Jared Ovmar"] the tons of information that [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] attempted to transmit off world.

As the temple simply beamed with emissions, the Miraluka did the best she could to intercept it and surprisingly she was rather happy with the results, at least until half her systems started acting like a monkey on crack, yes this is the first I use that term. As that happened, the stream of information would go on unhindered, while the information on the ship's computer would be taking ever-increasing damage. And that was the issue that the Darth worked on right now. She would get reports that some other ships had the same problem and would notice that practically all of those are information type vessels. This reminded her of something and she would calm down, stopping trying to do random things on the computer and just listening to the force to advice her. Her white eyeballs would remain unmoving, but her mind's eye scoured the bridge and all the monitors of information she could use to combat this issue and it would be found. Swiftly appearing at the terminal she needed the Miraluka would read a string of code, which was a foreign body to the ship's systems, yes a virus in fact, a virus that was the [member="Serenity"] itself. Darth Naomi would smile, now that she knew what the problem was, she could start working against it.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Survive
Enemies: Jared Ovmar

“SO MUCH ANGER, PAIN… HATE. I KNOW YOUR TOUCH, ASTRIAN CALLUS… WHITE PUP. WHY DO YOU FIGHT AMONGST YOUR ENEMIES, JOIN YOUR BRETHREN AND SISTREN, MISGUIDED ONE. OR FEEL THE WRATH OF A THOUSAND SCREAMING SOULS.”
The voice boomed into his head, taking his blade swing off balance and his step causing him to stumble and step back from his original enemy. "Anger? Pain? And oh yeah hatred!" He replied, gripping the blade in his hand as he turned to face [member="Jared Ovmar"]. "Yeah, I got all three. But I can keep them in check, I know when and how to use them. But that doesn't mean I like you sith lot either." He explained before attempting to move closer, but his mental barrier was deteriorating and the words of the sith came upon his mind. Like a large machine attempting to bore into his skull. "Uh g-get out of my head you got damn mentalist.." He waned, stumbling back and forth. The mental attack brought back pain of past experiences and his days as a sith assassin, his days as an experiment. He winced and clenched his fists in rage, the lightsaber in his hand crushed under the pure anger.
"ARGH!!" He cried as his body was overrun with pain and emotional conflict. He gripped the temple's of his skull with his hands, looking up at the sith as his joints began to become stiff and he started to tremble. "..Get out.." He muttered through gritted teeth.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Objective: Storming the walls of Manarai / Battle of Monument Plaza
Location: Approaching the gates of Manarai Heights District
Accompanied By: Umate Radicals, One Sith, The Horde, and a melting pot of criminals.
Mentions: [member="Antares Windu"] [member="Sochi Ru"]

The beach head had been extremely easy. Even with the alarms blaring, even with the sky being as clear as it was, even with it being broad daylight - the Horde moved across the beach and towards the gates with relative ease.

The main host moved with lightning speed.

They marched to the thunderous beating of their drums, heard high above the roaring Manarai alarms.

Glory to the Horde.

Sand kicked up in Yuuzhan Vongs' eyes as the largest of them, the Warchief, dropped to all six limbs in his signature sprint - a move that made him look quite like a beast, emulating the Voxxyn. Kraal seemed to move quicker this way.

Glory to the Horde.

The turrets were slow in charging. Batteries were charging. Men were scrambling to man them all. The first of the turrets finally began lighting the beach with a bright green hue, bodies of Yuuzhan Vong made corpses in an instant.

Glory to the Horde.

Kraal reached the wall first. Nearly a hundred feet of durasteel raising upwards like a titan ready to defend the shores of Manarai against all invaders. The upper left talon of the Myrshavong sunk into the steel with inhuman strength, as his right did the same in a higher location. The Warchief was beginning to scale the wall with no assistance... and he didn't seem to slow at all.

Glory to the Horde.

Seige ladders began to be lifted by the Yuuzhan Vong that couldn't make the climb as other Myrshavong shock troops began to follow the Warchief's example, following up the wall. A massive foot reached the face of the first guard peering over the defenses. As the man began to fall backwards, the massive fist of Tsavong came in a swooping arc to crush the man's skull against the durasteel foundation of the wall.

Glory to the Horde.

Atop the wall, Warchief Kraal gave a bellowing roar and leapt towards the nearest turret. It was giving that signalling "bleeeep bleep bleep" to let it's operator know it had just powered on and was now operational. Little good it did them, as the Myrshavong descended on them like a wild animal, ripping the operator from his chair and throwing him off the wall with one of his four arms.

As Tsavong did this, his tail swept another man off his feet. Chaos was beginning to unfold atop the wall.

Glory to the Horde.

As the swarm began to overtake the defenses, Kraal took half a second to look at the small army that had accompanied him here to sack this unsuspecting settlement, his heart pumping with adrenaline to the beat of the war drums.

Glory to the Horde.

He lifted his two massive amphistaffs in the air as they began to stiffen, turning into draconic spears in appearance.

The Horde roared in violent approval.

Glory to the Horde.

Sokrai smirked, as she used force telekinesis to bring a speeder to her location. It was smoking, and a little bit rusty, but still worked and reached top speeds. " Ah, you don't need to worry your little face. Your army of troopers are nothing when compared to the never-ending wave of Sith. We'll strike them all down in one fell swoop, and that's not even counting in the Myrshavong. " She told [member=Sam Jhovna] with a devilish smirk, as she turned and sped off for the mountains, seeking to rendezvous with Tsavong Kraal.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The two Sith would soon find out that the information being transferred was nothing but some kind of code...

Somebodies.... Phone number?


DragonsFlame had escaped offworld in the chaos, likely with whatever Carn had ordered him to get. He also left the thread several pages ago but the post was bloody hidden despite the fact he no longer wishes to participate in this invasion.

 

[Jsc]

Jedi Temple Steps
VS: [member="Sokrai Ronaro"] p9 /end
VS: [member="Ronan Dyre"] p1
Defending: @A'donari Cinn /from sniper round


Sam's opponent withdrew on a speeder leaving her the ground. Thusly, she moved on to defending her kin.

Disruptor Rifle bolt. Incoming on ally. Sam pitched her first lightsaber like an lance and caught the bolt just before it could enter Knight Cinn's square of influence. She frowned.

Sniper. That direction. High. Not sure quite where though. Gonna need an RPJ or bigger to knock him free. Something to blast that concrete away. Hmm.

A Jedi in a red EVA stared up at Dyre from the Temple steps below. She was gonna find him eventually and then blow him up for good.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Great Hall/Steps
Objective: Kill Stuff, and not be late to the next invasion
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Foes: HK-36, Aedan Miles, Bluejay Ungolfen , [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

This had been a long time coming, such a long time. Vindica was one of many, just another dark robed Sith entering the temple to watch his enemies burn. Just another day at the office. A temple of lies, built by liars, for liars, it had to fall. What would his father have thought? Not his father, Marcus' father, Marcus was dead, and it didn't matter what the hell that weaklings father would've done. All that mattered was what he was going to do. Swiftly his hand and saber hilt met and a crimson blade appeared with a snap-hiss.

There were so many options, so many lives to take, but he knew where he would be needed most. These 'Iron Company' bastards were causing trouble for their Fringe allies. Vindica shot forward, blade spinning as he deflected and dodged oncoming fire, jabbing and slicing as he butchered his way through the Omega Protectorate forces. Impulsively, a young Jedi leapt at him, likely a Knight based on his appearance, saber raised above his head as he stuck at Vindica. The scene played out the same way ones like it always did, Vinidca caught him mid flight, an iron grip around his neck which tightened until a pop sounded and the body went limp. Catching the saber as it fell, Vindica set his sights on bigger game, Kerrigan.

The woman's telekinetic ability was going to make this interesting, as was the mass amount of Protectorate soldiers, but he could deal with it. He wasn't going to be able to get in close, it wasn't happening, she'd get him before he did, so he'd try an alternate route. His free hand raised up and upon him willing it to do so, purple-blue electricity sprung forth at the telekinetic, its dark side fueled tendrils ready to fry the woman. Vindica kept the stream steady, but not strong, he couldn't devote himself entirely to this, then Vindica wouldn't be capable of adapting when she struck back. Because no plan survives contact with the enemy, and all that good stuff.

 

[Adele Adonai]

L O C A T I O N : J E D I T E M P L E - Meditation Chambers
O B J E C T I V E : Seemingly immersing herself into Battle Meditation for the closest group of Jedi she can find
A L L I E S : [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Vargent Nordii"] | @Maya Whitelight | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
E N E M I E S : [member="Darth Kentarch"] |


Seemingly deep in the throes of her meditation, A'dele had not seemingly heard his earlier vocal taunt during his search for her. She appeared to be completely and utterly focused in upkeeping the morale of the three Jedi padawans: Marakai, Ryan, and Vargent.

She was sitting in a seiza style, her legs tucked neatly under her, the white and silver threaded Voss robe cowl hiding the gossamer blonde hair and the ridges of her horns under the fabric, leaving only her pale lightly tattooed visage free for inspection.

Her head was dipped slightly as if in prayer, her hands lightly resting on top of each other, the hilt of her saber under her delicate fingers.

There is no emotion, There is peace. ​

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There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. ​

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There is no passion, there is serenity.​

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There is no death... ​

The snap hiss of an icy blue saber went bathing over the Zabrack's form, illuminating her in that cerulean glow. Like an executioner's axe, Kentarch's saber swung at Jedi Knight A'dele Adonnai's head, aiming for her neck for a Sai cha...


Only to meet the sudden resistance of a shimmering orange globe of energy as a defensive sphere went enveloping the Zabrak in a bubble of protection. The most basic of defensive tactics were oft the most powerful, and a protection bubble was one of the first lessons taught to younglings and Padawans. Masters would train their pupils to use this instinctively to the point of becoming a matter of reflex.

The Sith Lord was effective in halting A'dele's Battle Meditation, but he would soon realize why the young Zabrak's strength lay in complete and utter stillness. For hours upon hours of meditation spent in the Room of a Thousand Fountains had made the young woman from Onderon into a mental pillar in regards to the most basic of defenses. It could protect the user from a wide range of attacks, deflect laser blasts, and just like in this very case, against lightsabers.

She did not move, she did not falter. She did not pick up her saber nor did she give any offensive attack.

No. She simply did what she did best. Meditated within the Force to upkeep that bubble of protection around her.

There is the Force.​