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

[Darth Isolda]

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The Oracle's words stand as a warning. ​

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The Jedi Temple will Fall.​

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All of the Republic will Fall.​

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In a tidal wave of blood.​

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Chaos. Truth. Order. ​

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For His Glory.​

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[Jsc]

Jedi Temple Outer Gates
VS: Dak Canton p5
Ay: [member="Jedediah Bagely"]

Bagely didn't just knock her to safety. He knocked the sense back into her too. One soldier wasn't worth dying for. Not even if that soldier was a Phyrik jockey on venom slugs.

The Willie Pete was fun but Sam was already reaching up and pulling down a pillar to separate them. She grimaced from more than just concentration as the giant column broke apart and fell. Making the Pete's smoke screen look like tiny playschool confette. There was enough smoke and debris to hide a tank when that baby fell. Not to mention the floor buckled hard enough to send her entire body into the air when if finally collapsed. Just... Boom. Smash. Dust. Profit.

It got almost peachy quiet too.

Siobhan Kerrigan would have been proud. Now there was a mountain of marble debris between her and soldier Bagley, and Canton. And something told her that nobody was going to miss that massive marble column either. Thank goodness it was already half broken when she started pulling on it. Ugh. The rest of the entrance wasn't looking so hot right now either,

"...This building ain't long for this world soldier. Side door. Better move it."

Naturally that was all she could muster at this moment. The Force was coming back slowly and it was screaming for her to make this her exit.

 

[Ben Watts]

Jedi Temple
[member="Darth Shara"] [member="Daella Apparine"]

Ben readied himself for a counter attack as the Sith Lord charged the two Jedi Masters, he was formulating a plan in his head when he heard Daella ask for a moment, tension still rising he again glanced in her direction with curious eyes. Even more curious was the fact that the Sith Lord stopped in his tracks at the mere mention of his name. Uneasy, he kept a firm grip on his lightsaber, his eyes not moving from the Sith Lord as he stopped. Moments ago he was mid murder rampage, killing any and all Jedi in his path, yet one person uttered his name and his bloodlust subsided.

"A moment for what?" Ben asked, confusion and urgency filled his voice, he had too much adrenaline surging through his body to stop mid fight when his life had been on the verge of death. "How do you know him?" Why hadn't she said anything to anyone? Surely a ten foot Sith Lord would have been worth mentioning to someone.

 

[Aran Finn]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE/RESPONDING TO POPO'S FLANKING MANEUVER
OBJECTIVE: BEAT DOWN SIR FLUBBERGUT HIMSELF
ALLIES: NOT REQUIRED
ENEMIES: [member="Popo"]

A disturbance in the Force. Alen had somewhere to be, and it was not here. The Jedi Knight had to wait for his death ... a shame, the man was skilled, and Na'Varro would have taken great pleasure in defeating him in combat. Another time, perhaps. The Knight attacked with what the Sith Lord would describe as "holovision martial arts", but Na'Varro was already moving away. He would not remain rooted in place. He rolled out of the way of the attack and dropped out of sight to the side of the stairs. Darth Strider felt a disturbance on the One Sith's flank, and so he ran to meet it. It wasn't long before he saw the centre of the disturbance with his very eyes. A gigantic Hutt, clad head to slimy tail in a beautifully-fashioned suit of beskar, with a shoulder-mounted E-web, twin wrist-mounted blasters and an electro-staff whirling. He was a tank, absorbing fire while cutting through the Sith lines like a sickle through wheat. Basically, the Hutt was an almost impenetrable weapon of mass destruction. And Na'Varro was just the man to take him out.

The Sith Lord took a few seconds to observe the Hutt and make a strategy. It wasn't long before he developed a clear one.

Without warning, Na'Varro stalked out onto the battlefield, crimson lightsaber in hand. Seizing the Force as the Dark Side ravaged through him, he exulted in his tremendous power. The one man Hutt takedown crew had arrived. The mistake that his Sith allies were making was that they were going for the Hutt himself. Alen knew that it was the Hutt's armour and weapons that was making him so deadly, not the Hutt himself. A Hutt alone in any kind of fight was just about as useful as nipples would be on the Hutt's beskar armour. His first target was the E-web, and he moved quickly to eliminate it.

The Dark Side flowed through him, and he took hold of the E-web with Force Grip and moved to rip it completely from its shoulder mount. Enacting a huge amount of Force pressure on the E-web while ripping it up, the weapon would crumple and twist as it was crushed by the Sith Lord's raw power.

Na'Varro no longer had the element of surprise, and could no longer go for an instant kill, but the Hutt would be a lot less effective without that E-web.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Temple Steps
Objective: Get to the chopper!
Targets: Airstrike on Iron Company, but you blokes wouldn't know I called it in. >.>


A gigantic pillar came crashing down in between me and the hostiles, leaving an even bigger plume of dust in its wake. And that basically answered the question of whether or not I was going to continue to pursue them. Hell to the no. Look, I follow orders, but I'm not about to go all suicidal. Going up against someone that could throw a literal ton of stone at me? No thanks. Besides, I was almost out of ammo. I needed to resupply.

I glanced wearily down at the Sith shuttle that had brought the dark robed erstwhile allies to this place. That was where my resupply pack was. Grumbling some very non-PG words, I sprinted down the steps toward the shuttle. Which, by the way, happened to be only a little behind the Protectorate vs Sith show down. Now, granted, the Protectorate forces were formidable, but 1 company does not an army make. And believe you me... the Sith had an army.

Grimacing, I sprinted down the steps, taking them three at a time and wincing as the run jolted my broken rib.

"This is Omega Blue, I need an airstrike on the following coordinates. Over."

The reply came from one of the Sith starfighter squadrons. "Omega Blue, Wraith Squadron copies. Standing by for coordinates."

"Echo-Charlie-Foxtrot-Niner. Over."

"Copy that, rolling in. ETA in two mikes."

"Good copy. Over and out."

2 minutes to get my gear. I didn't want to be anywhere near that airstrike when it came in. Sith pilots weren't known to be the most conservative shooters. Breathing hard, I ducked past a series of duels between Jedi and Sith, pausing every so often to bring my rifle to my shoulder for a snap shot at a hostile who barred my path. A young Jedi brandishing a glowing green blade came at me swinging. I put two incendiaries in his chest and lit him up. I put a forth in his brain to stop the pain.

Even through my filtration system I could smell the charred flesh and burning hair. I leaped past bolter explosions and humming sabers, only feeling relieved when I entered the shuttle's ramp. I found my pack right where I had stowed it and hurriedly rifled through the contents. I ejected the mags in all my guns and jammed in new ones, then I slung the duffelbag over my shoulder, as well as the rifle, and started running. I ran out of the shuttle and started to assault back up the Temple Steps. I had the Ripper out and in hand. Anybody who got in my way was gonna feel some serious hurt.

Right about then the airstrike rolled in.

I glanced over my shoulder and watched four fighters streak by, high, high over head. Four proton torpedoes screamed toward Iron Company and detonated right in the middle of their formation. It was one big ass explosion and I felt the ground tremble from the force of the damn thing. Pillars of smoke and flame trailed up from the detonation sites. The fighters would come back around for a strafing run, but hopefully those bombs would be enough to disrupt the formation. Dunno why none of the Sith thought about doing that. Why use a saber when you have freaking air support? Grumbling more unpleasant things, I faced forward and kept running.

A few seconds later I heard the heavy whine of fighters overhead followed by the successive discharge of laser cannons into Iron Company's ranks. I don't care what galaxy you're from thats gotta hurt.


[member="HK-36"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Soeht]

“Yes,” immediately replied Daella to [member="Darth Shara"].

Then, she turned her head to [member="Ben Watts"]. She lifted herself back up - straightening her back. Proud. Daella lowered her right arm slightly. She still displayed the black mark, which would have been familiar to Darth Shara.

Explaining the situation, Daella told Ben, “You see that man?”

At that moment, Daella gestured her head to the Dark Lord - who was in the drop ship that brought all the Sith to the Jedi Temple.

“He is the Dark Lord of the Sith,” she continued.

With confidence in her voice, Daella claimed, “I am his Apprentice.”

After saying that, Daella lowered her arm to her side. She curled both hands into a fist.

“Since before the first time I walked into this Temple,” she clarified.

“And knowing his Vision, I must ask you, Master Watts,” she continued, “What would you be willing to do to end 400 years of chaos?”

 

[Popo]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: SUUUUUUUMMMMOOOOOO HUUUUUUUUTT SLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!
Allies: [member="Tallia Farn"]
Enemies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Muzak:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbO9RUMTfvA&hd=1

The Hutt felt the massive tug as the E-Web was ripped from its shoulder mount. The mount itself where anchored to the armor was undamaged as it was beskar, but the weapon itself wasn't as sturdy and tore away.

Spinning, Popo impaled a Sith warrior on the staff and slammed his tail around, crushing more. He knew that the loss of his E-Web was due to someone strong in the Force, not these weaker Sith. Turning, he spotted another Sith, different from the others, approaching. Dropping the dead Sith off his electro staff, he charged forward to meet the new enemy. He dropped the staff low as he came, bulling through, over, or past other Sith between the two.

Nearing his opponent, Popo whipped the electro staff from the low guard to a high swing at the man's head, but this was a feint. As he turned, Popo's tail swung around to catch the man as he ducked the staff, hoping to crush the man's bones and pulp his flesh with the impact.

 

[Darth Odium]

LOCATION: FALLING FROM THE TEMPLE
OBJECTIVE: PUSH THE BUTTON
ENEMIES:[member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Astrian Callus"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] @REPUBLIC

ALLIES:[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Sokrai Ronaro"] [member="Ronan Dyre"] [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Darth Shara"] [member="Darth Isolda"] @Darth Vornskyr
@ONE SITH
Musical accompaniment

Spoiler

[media]http://youtu.be/wRwwUZLV-IE[/media]

The cold air rushed by his thick green skin as he fell. He struck the cargo trailer of a airtruck and his body cried out in pain. His black eyes closed as he forced himself to roll over and his throat released a gasp on air. He lay on his back and watched the Temple with malicious intent and single minded hate.

He watched it's towers that he saw as mere phallic symbols of the republic. It's lies, it's religious fanaticism, and it's secret affairs all deserved their fate.

His ribs screamed at him for relief but a smile remained as he squeezed his thumb down upon the crimson pressure switch. The button moved slowly with smooth sliding motion. The gentle click was felt beneath his thumb but the sound was lost in the whipping wind and the roar of the speeder truck.

In his mind he pictured the bomb erupting in a thermal blast that had not been seen on coruscant in recent memory. He could picture the bomb setting off the detonation packs the were set up on the walls holding up the temple catacombs. The crater that would be made in the darkness and the hundreds of meters worth of vaporized rock and temple foundation.

<Odium has corrupted you Jedi.> he thought, <and now I have shattered your foundation.>

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

An explosion rocked the very ground. There was no time to react, no time to get out of the way. [member="Ryan Korr"] would have to wait if he wanted to kill Ven. Because at the moment the Temple there were near was being blown up. The duo were very near the main entrance, luckily managing to survive the worst of the blast. But it was enough to send the spawn (even with all her weight) into the air. With a loud thud she hit the ground, several meters away. Grumbling she stood, taking the opportunity to back away. There were Sith medics towards the back. Even though she hated to admit it, she needed their attention. With pain-shooting through her limbs she made her way to a nearby transport shuttle. Inside were those who could treat her. Of course she'd return. Though that would be in a few minutes, if not more.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Great Hall
Opponent: Ven'Rain Sekairo

Ryan deflected the warding strike with a blow of his own saber before whipping it back to deflect the incoming hand. He landed a meter or so away from the monstrosity. He thought himself safe. He thought himself proud. He thought himself mighty. He should have listened to the Force. Echoes of the impending doom rippled through his mind, too late for him to escape now. The hardened youth staggered backward at the precognition overloading his senses. And then the explosion from the catacombs below truly gave him reason to stumble.

A great rumbling as if the spirit of Coruscant itself had awakened caused the ground to resound with an earthquake of such magnitude that no scale, richtor or otherwise, could measure its power. Ryan fell to his feet as the entirety of the Temple shook with such violence that nigh every combatant was thrown from their feet. Then all grew still.

Eerily still.

Things began to fall.

The foundations of the inner temple cracked and began to collapse, for Odium's detonation had destroyed much of the bulwark which held up the inner temple. A rumbling began like the sound of a thousand avalanches. Korr clapped his hands over his ears, forgetting for a moment the pain of his broken wrist, and screamed.

Behind Ryan, toward the rear of the Great Hall, the walls simply fell inward. The ceiling began to cave in, dropping enormous pieces of marble and rock that shattered upon impact. A rock smashed near Ryan and cracked open, giving him a face full of stone shards that ripped open his face. The youth screamed louder, blooding welling beneath his fingers as he clutched at the wound.

"NOT MY HOME!" He screamed. They'd taken everything from him. His friends, his father, his honor. And now he watched them take the only thing he had left. He screamed until his voice ran raw and ragged, the pain inside him ripping open a wound far more fatal than any physical blow. Korr got to his feet and staggered away from the Great Hall, fleeing, as the rest of the combatants fled, out onto the Temple Steps.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Air above the temple
NUMBERS: 3 squadrons of fighters 1 squadron of Devastator-class heavy fighters, 2 Squadrons of Dread class light fighters.
ENEMIES: Pilots called in by [member="Dak Canton"]

As the Sith pilots came around they would find themselves greeted by the veteran pilots of the once Corsair Brotherhood flying extremely fast and deadly fighters the 3 squadrons of fighters converged on the enemy as they moved towards the temple. Their job was to protect that airspace and protect it they would do. Their weapons suddenly opened up on the apparently unsuspecting fighters as they relentlessly came about on their tails the first ones to come around the more deadly Devastator-class due to the odd design of the ship they were able to almost turn on the spot. The two squadrons of Dread-class came around in a familiar manuver to the pilots coming around in a pincer formation to catch the enemy pilots between three lanes of fire. But you see the fighters weren't the only things defending that airspace they were just the fastest. For the Sith pilots would notice in front of them rose up 6 gunships 4 Rodarch LAAT's and 2 MMG gunships. The minute they had a visual these pilots released hell upon the prey they saw before them.

 

[Jsc]

Jedi Temple, Republic Watts-Class Heavy Cruiser
Ay: [member="Ben Watts"]
Ot: Darth Shara Daella Apparine


And boom goes the dynamite. Following the Sith air strike the friendlies began to move into the air space. Lead by non-other than Navy Captain Roberts. Time to clean up as the rubble fell.

"Captain to the gun deck. Coordinate with the incoming gunships to pick up the survivors and suppress those Sith flyers. Let's give our boys the window they need to make their exits. Pew pew boys. Pew pew."

She smiled from her view on the bridge and messaged Ben via the Force.

~ "Rides on it's way Grandmaster. Gunships to you in 10 seconds. Parties over." ~

The Jedi would have their window. This ship was built to fight.

 

[J3C0]

Jedi Temple Steps
[member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Ben Watts"]
Shara let out a deep growl of a laugh, his entire body shaking with mirth as he laughed and laughed.

The boom of his voice filled the entirety of the area around them, like a mountain crumbling it ran throughout the courtyard and the temple steps, his powerful booming voice penetrated the air. Even as the earth began to shake and the Temple collapsed in sections ahead of them he did not stop, he simply laughed, until finally even that died down.

He looked at Ben, a grin on his face.

Darth Shara, one of the eldest in the One Sith watched the Jedi Master with interest. His head cocking to the side and his eyes unblinking, waiting for a reaction.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Temple Steps
Objective: Survive
Targets: N/A

Remember when I said earlier that those proton torpedo detonations made one big ass explosion? I was wrong.

An unseen force literally caused the ground to ripple beneath my feet like an earthquake. I fell headling, slamming painfully into the ground with the dull ring of metal. I groaned and pushed myself up, only to look forward and watch one of the spires on the Temple crumple inward. Like a cave in.

That..... that was a big ass explosion.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | An overlook
Objective: Save the former Grandmaster, for he is good and stands for all wonderful rainbow things! Hope! Justice! Peace! A laugh!
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] (Soon. Here's your tag) | And unbeknownst [member="Daella Apparine"]

Now three floors above the tumult, Kiskla paused for only a moment to see what was going on below. Blue and green barked against red, corpses were already steaming from both sides. Smoke twisted into the air from the impact of the shuttle, and rubble crumbled from the once proudly erected pillars. Her radiant core of light extended to those that would accept it, mostly the Jedi who were frantically clawing at nothing under [member="Darth Vornskr"]’s influence. It was a calming presence, a reassurance to those that were feeling nothing but desperation when faced with their greatest fears — it would help them push away his harmful mental influence.

They’d obviously not made it to that stage of their training, yet. Kiskla had already been faced with this sort of offence on Kataar, and overcame it. She was a cold woman and distanced, and had learned to let go of her past; merely build on the future. For a second, the briefest of instants, the future terrified her; the amount of power she had within her was unparalleled, although never displayed. Under influence, she imagined that it consumed her and she became the very thing she fought against. Her knuckles whitened as her grip on the railing intensified and she shook, physically shook, the vision away. She was a Master of the Light and had to be such for those who were bravely defending their home now. A pinnacle.

How ironic.

With a shift of her weight, the girl twisted and launched over the railing. She landed in a crouch, with a telekinetic wave rolling from her that affected those of only a dark signature. That type of precision was reserved for those that practiced and trained — of which she did. Some were knocked down, giving her Jedi brethren an advantage. Immediately, the blonde stood and quickly zipped through those already actively engaged. Her svelte frame was then aerial again, landing on top of the shuttle the invaders had come in. Her brows were furrowed, and she surveyed the scene once more, one hand on the small of her back where her two of her hilts rested, the other on the surface of the shuttle. The palm pressed against the ship opened up to psychometery, and a flood -- a rush of images -- raced through her mind. Zooming in and out, mostly in the brilliance of space, but the soil this ship had touched down, where it had come from, it blossomed faintly in her mind's eye. It would be enough. She would have liked to explore the vision more, but her Jedi senses were tingling. Her fingers curled around it while she fought to overcome to feeling of weighty guilt — she could see many of her counterparts already engaged. She had yet to have been detected, pinpointed or attacked, despite her resounding presence.

A jarring precognitive tingle raced down her spine, causing her to reach out with her Force Sight. Recent ally and travel companion [member="Ben Watts"] was in peril. With him, was the ever-familiar signature of [member="Daella Apparine"]. A ripple raced through her once more, but it wasn’t one alerting her of impending danger. It was one that gave her an intense resolve that came only when she was anxious for a vicious release — the dark shadow inside her veins vied to be used. This was the only way she could.

Quickly, Kiskla’s svelte frame jolted from her position, upward. She used a nearby pillar as a kick-off to further her athleticism. This projecting technique landed her with hands grasping the railing that [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Ben Watts"], [member="Daella Apparine"] and [member="Darth Vornskr"] were on. From below her, an eruption trembled. Flames cracked through the bottom of the entrance, shattering the marble that contained it. Slips of flames licked upward, and she used that for the additional boost (whether by full choice or not). She shifted her weight and twisted into the party while the funnel of flame shot upward. The entire floor threatened to crumble, and it shook but stayed. Somewhere farther off, more walls were caving in. Time was not on her, nor [member="Ben Watts"]’ side.

She hadn’t caught the dramatic conversation, but she could assume based on the confusion on Watts’ face, and the posture of vague or presumed commadery between the…thing and Daella. And the laughter -- the laughter was also a good key. It made her cringe as she conjured her metaphysical ally to rally to her side. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t have to. Her senses were wild and confused, and she had to react — her friend was in jeopardy. With that frustration, ivory sparks began to gather around the exposed flesh of her knuckles, and spread up her arm within a matter of seconds. Thankfully. The target for this onslaught of light-side electricity? [member="Darth Shara"] — to give Ben some time to get out of dodge.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

And the world began to crumble. Debris filled the hallways, ash the air, despair the hearts of every last Jedi. In that moment the Sith had won. For even if they left, the Temple was ruined. Countless Jedi were killed in a mere second. Flames erupted... slowly consuming everything in their path. What had happened?... That doesn't matter... I... I need to get out of here. It isn't safe. How had I survived? Right, force. Forgot I could do that. Wait a second! What happened to-... Eria... Her body was crushed under a slab of marble. Blood surrounded her poor little frame. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO STOP THIS! THERE HAD TO HAVE BEEN A WAY! ARGH!.......... RARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!

In that moment everything seemed to fall apart. Vargent's yell turned into a force bellow. All at once the emotions of those left alive filled her head, overwhelming the young empath. Her mind was barely able to survive the strain. Something drove her to move, even though she was still screaming, still unleashing those horrible wails of agony. Things were collapsing around her. This wasn't safe. That never crossed her mind. All she wanted was to get out. Quickly she scrambled, rushing about frantically. Somehow she didn't notice the gash on her leg or the blood dribbling down her forehead. Eventually her voice cracked, potentially the last sound she'd ever make.

After a minute she managed to escape the rubble. Half of her hair was singed off, the mask that covered her non-existent eyes was gone, and if she didn't receive medical care soon, her leg would need to be amputated. None of that mattered to her. Something was calling her towards it. People screamed around her, running, begging for mercy. The pain of a nearby Sith soldier (who had his legs blown off in the explosion) was nearly unbearable for Varge to here. A quick lightsaber strike ended his misery... along with the relationship his head and neck had. "Sorry..." She mumbled. Her body kept moving without her even realizing it. Where was she going?... Honestly, she had no idea.
There wasn't a home to go back to anymore.

 

[J3C0]

Jedi Temple Steps
[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Ben Watts"] [member="Daella Apparine"]
Pain rolled through him all of a sudden.

White ivory sparks of lightning savaged his flesh over and over again, tearing through him and biting at his skin, muscle, and very bones. He let out a screeching roar of pain, a deafening and powerful wave directly at the source of the lightning, twisting his massive body only slightly to point himself in the direction he thought the lightning came from.

Hated and power flowed from him, crossing the battlefield and creating dread in the hearts of the most stalwart Jedi.

When the lightning ceased Shara stood behind Daella, facing Kiskla with his face contorted and the skin on his face slightly melted into place, his natural armor giving him little to no protection against the Jedi's lightning. He took a step forward, smoke rising from his crab armor and his head itself.

“Kill him.” It was not a command, but an eventuality.

Shara began to walk towards Kiskla, heavy footsteps breaking duracrete as he approached her with lightsaber drawn.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entryway
Objective: Ravage the Jedi Master
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"]

He watched Daella descend from their elevated position to stand beside a Jedi Vornskr recognized as Ben Watts, and next to his Sith comrade, Darth Shara. He watched her intently, his eyes burning with vengeance for his humiliation on Ossus, but that was quickly overcome by a hungering curiosity at what Daella had in mind. His skills in sensing the future were sub-par at best, but a tingle at the back of his neck foreshadowed what was to come. It was utterly perplexing, why he did not give ruthless chase to cut down the Jedi where she stood. She was unarmed! It would have been trivial to dispatch her, but the nagging at the back of his mind prevented him. The Master's plan was falling into place, and Apparine seemed to be a central part of the plan. He would watch and wait until that part became clear, and then he would act.

Gripping the rails, Vornskr heaved himself over the edge of the overlook to crash down in the middle of a battle between Jedi and Sith. The resulting impact of his feet upon the ruined ground had been augmented by the Force, sending out a wave of telekinetic energy that knocked all around him to their feet. Without breaking his stride Vornskr whirled his blade around his body, before stabbing it down into the stunned Jedi that he came across. By now the other Jedi and Sith were recovering, and the battle resumed behind him, but he continued on. Jedi Knights moved to intercept his advance towards Apparine and the others, but he cut them down after a quick trading of blows, leaving their corpses to fall to the ruined floor without a second glance.

His armor, imposing as it was, made him stand out among the other Sith, who mostly wore traditional durasteel Sith armor. So he was constantly bombarded by Jedi after Jedi in their attempt to cut down the Sith Lord, and perhaps turn the tide of the battle in their favor. At one point he unsheathed his second lightsaber, and fell into an advancing Jar'kai stand, his blades moving in conjunction to murder. It eventually became a blur of crimson, emerald, and sapphire, blades rising and falling continuously, the cries of pain and suffering echoing loudly in Vornskr's ears. It reminded him much of the Imperial-Mandalorian War, where Sith cut down civilians alongside military with a ruthlessness never before seen. He had been at the forefront of the fighting, and killed his share of men, woman, and children, and their screams of terror would never leave him.

After what seemed like an agonizing eternity of fighting, Vornskr finally reached his intended target, and was fortunate enough to hear the latter end of Daella's revelation. It was quite the surprise to the Sith Lord, but all the signs were there, but he had been blinded by his own selfish vindictiveness to see it. This was the glorious truth of the Master's plan, and Daella was his instrument. The aggression against the Old Empire by the Jedi was a method to eliminate the greatest enemies to the One Sith, other Sith hellbent on following their own path, and the Old Empire had those in abundance. Vornskr should know, he was one of them, and he had been blinded for many years before being awakened by the Dark Lord. Truly, he was magnificent, and his way true and glorious.

As Vornskr silently mulled over this new information, a rumble took hold of the temple as the explosives planted by [member="Odium"] detonated. Vornskr stumbled as the shockwaves resonated throughout the ziggurat, columns collapsing and crushing Jedi and Sith too unfortunate to get out of the way in time. Then came another Jedi, flinging lightning at Shara in order to protect Watts from the combined assault of the Sith, and finally Vornskr found a true outlet for his ruthless aggression. "Back away, Shara! This one is mine!" Vornskr swung both lightsabers around him as he began to charge forward to engage Kiskla Grayson.

 

[Ben Watts]

Jedi Temple
[member="Darth Shara"] [member="Daella Apparine"]

Ben felt his stomach drop when Daella made her revelation. Within moments his entire world was turned upside down, the temple began to rumble from an explosion deep beneath the temple, mix that with Daella's betrayal it made for a very fitting moment. Ben's face was filled with obvious shock and confusion, he was let down, his homeworld was being shredded and taken over by the Sith, the very temple he had helped rebuild was now being destroyed. He took a moment to take it all in before he made did anything else.

The walls were crumbling all around him as [member="Kiskla Grayson"] made her appearance by his side. All at once it hit him. Anger, betrayal, failure, loss, he could not even protect his home world. He pressed it all away as quickly as it came, now was not the time to mourn or feel sorry for himself, he had to stay strong. Then Kiskla unleashed a torrent of lightning at Shara and charged her. Ben remained unmoving as he looked across towards Daella. His comm rang in his ear as [member="Karen Roberts"] spoke to him about coming to the rescue. He ignored it momentarily.

"You have been blinded by the dark side of the force, Daella, and betrayed the people you swore to protect, the Republic, and the Jedi. Why? What is this vision you speak about?"

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Top of the stairs
Objective: Keep saving the Jedi Grandmaster -- allow him to have his gentlemanly conversation.
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Daella Apparine"]

If the creature wasn’t ugly before, it certainly was now. Her eyes were trained on the Sith, even as it howled with pain a flicker of satisfaction passed her lips. Dust and fumes twisted around them, pouring out the temple’s entrance and dissipating into the natural smog of Coruscant. By now, traffic had got the cue to stay away from the temple. It was damned to them — but to those inside? It was still their home.

It was still her home. It was still her office, dangit!

When the crackles and pops receded, the hilt of her blade snapped to her open palm. Quickly, she gripped it and activated the cerulean blade.

The bigger they are, the heavier they fall. Right? This creature was literally casting a shadow over her as he walked, nay, thundered toward her. Step after ominous step.

Then there was a bellow — claiming her as a target. Thanks for the announcement, Kiskla grimaced — and yet, despite the fact that two of the most visually terrifying Sith in the vicinity were now advancing against her, her resilience was steadfast. Even enough to slip out another quip. It was amazing all these Sith arrived in one piece together --- weren't they always slaughtering each other?

“Oh boys,” she presumed they were male — “Always with the sithly infighting. There’s more than enough of me to beat the both of you.” A second blade then activated, just in time to cross in a downward ‘x’ that met the two momentum-driven red blades of [member="Darth Vornskr"]. Her wrists yelped at the weight of the impact; thankfully both were reinforced by her belova bracer, and the other an alchemical cuff. Lighting was still dancing about her knuckles, and what was left of the initial attack, she directed to travel from her hands to those of her oppressor before quickly pivoting to the right.The light sabre held in her right hand maintained it’s diagonal lock on Vornskr’s while she twisted and her left made a stab at the side of the metallic torso of his armour; hoping to pierce it. Her pivot was tight, nearly pressing her against him that would make it difficult and awkward for him to counter-stab without causing any sort of harm to himself. Thank goodness for being lithe and agile, eh?