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

[Aran Finn]

LOCATION: SITH FLANK
OBJECTIVE: SUBVERT THE SUMO HUTT SLAM
ALLIES: LET'S LEAVE THAT BLANK
ENEMIES: [member="Popo"]
SONG SELECTION:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN9NC4iQcsA

The E-web, controlled by the power of a Sith Lord, was flung headlong into the Republic ranks, thoroughly decapitating two hapless Pub ground-pounders. Grunts were so expendable.

Now the Hutt charged Na'Varro, bulling through the Sith ranks with pure, raw devastation. It was like watching an approaching tsunami from the shoreline ... a sight that would terrify many. However, Alen had done this kind of thing dozens of times before; fighting, cutting, spilling blood and taking limbs. He was able to put the devastation that Popo was capable of out of his mind. For the uninitiated, they would likely have thought of little else. A huge, angry Hutt was capable of quite the beat down. Strider did not aim to get steamrolled by this one, however.

Na'Varro was fast. Fast Force Users survive better than slow ones. And in order to take the Hutt down, he'd need to keep mobile and moving ... and not within smashing range. As Popo moved to swing the electro staff, the Djem So Master stepped back on his right foot, keeping his weight evenly distributed. And as the staff came close to impact, he stepped back again, this time with his left foot, and simply swayed out of the way like a talented boxer might avoid a reaching hook, his weight now shifting more to his back foot.

The slamming tail followed a split second later, but Na'Varro was already out of there. The Force aiding his athleticism, he gained ten metres of distance with an easy back-flip, landing on his right foot and left knee. Rising quickly, the Sith Lord knew he had to do something about those micro-repulsors. And here he was without an EMP grenade ... as always. Na'Varro made a note to focus more heavily on preparation next time. However, he still had the Force, and what a powerful ally that was.

He went for a more niche use of the Force this time. Stretching out, he began to vibrate the beskar armour with a Resonation of Force energy. Na'Varro knew the beskar itself was way too durable to be affected, but the micro repulsors themselves? They would shatter due to the rapidly increasing vibrations, and soon. Force Resonate was not a Force power that was popular in the galaxy that Alen had found himself in, but it was damn effective, and useful in just about any situation.

Usually Na'Varro went through his opponents. Popo wasn't worth the risk, however. Charging a beskar-clad battle Hutt was suicide.

 

[Popo]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: BOOM BOOM POWWWW!!!!
Allies: [member="Tallia Farn"]
Enemies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2hRTLdvdnk&hd=1

The one thing most forgot about Hutts in Hutt Battle Armor was they were fast. Much faster than a regular Hutt and more than capable of keeping up with all but the fastest opponents. That combined with the lethal array of weaponry was what made a proficient Hutt soldier so effective. Know yourself, know your armor, and none can stand before you.

It was with this in mind that Popo allowed the tail club to pull him fully around three hundred and sixty degrees. As he refaced his opponent and dashed forward, the electro staff tucked under his right arm with his left arm and hand leading, pumping out blaster shots the whole way, he felt the vibrations of his armor. For a brief, single moment, the Hutt debated on offering the Sith a job as a masseuse, but it was quickly gone with the battle focus. The beskar would hold. The microrepulsors would hold out for a short while, at least. A few odds and ends here and there flickered out on his HUD, but not enough to really slow him down significantly. Should the battle continue for a while, however, he may be in trouble.

Noting this, Popo engaged his opponent again. Dropping his left arm and tucking it to his chest, the Hutt spun once more. Popo's tail swung through the air, intent on pulping the Sith before him. Should the man do what Popo expected and dodge, the Hutt would follow up with the staff in a thrust to the man's center. Between the wall of blaster fire he'd put up on his dash forward and the double attack, he hoped to keep pushing the other onto the defensive.

 

[Aran Finn]

LOCATION: SITH FLANK
OBJECTIVE: STOP A 2 TONNE HUTT DEAD IN HIS TRACKS
ALLIES: THE FORCE
ENEMIES: [member="Popo"]

The Hutt was fast, that was for sure. He wouldn't be for much longer, if Alen had his way, but in this moment he was fast enough to give him pause. He'd weakened the micro repulsors somewhat, and he would surely be attacking them throughout this encounter. A slow Hutt was easier to kill than a fast one. Logic 101. Popo charged forward, spewing blasterfire in front of him. Na'Varro met that as an afterthought, deflecting the red bolts with his own crimson blade, held in a loose, right-handed Shien grip. Then the Hutt was on him, once more swinging his club-like tail in a powerful sweep at Alen's form. It was aimed at getting him to dodge, preferably airborne, so the much larger fighter could thwap him out of the sky. The Sith Lord did not dodge. If anything, he preferred to be contrary.

Force Shield. Alen's baby, his go-to Force power, and when used correctly it was a devastating weapon. It was a wall of telekinetic Force energy that protected Alen's body, but when used aggressively it was devastating. Though Na'Varro had never used it offensively against a two tonne Hutt, he was perhaps the greatest living practitioner of Force Shield. Then again, maybe not, but he was definitely up there. As Popo's tail sweeped powerfully towards him, he stopped Resonating the Hutt's armour and erected the wall of Force energy, slamming it into the massive armoured tail with a resounding crack. It was enough to send a human man around Alen's size to his death, the sheer force of the blow and the resulting whiplash would likely break the man's neck. And if there was a wall in the way of the flying man ... that was well and truly good night. However, Popo's tail alone, covered in beskar, probably weighed eleven times as much as Alen did.

The Shield held firm, though it did not send the Hutt flying, instead sending the tail back from whence it had came. Though the beskar would protect Popo's tail for the most part, some of the damage would likely "bleed through". Hitting a Force Shield with one's tail, beskar or no beskar, was not fun by any stretch of the imagination.

Knowing that he was using Force energy, Darth Strider knew he had to tone down the power usage a bit. Otherwise those micro repulsors would never get taken out. Instead, Na'Varro knew he'd have to hang with the Hutt in close quarters, at least for a little while. So his riposte was swift.

Even as Popo's tail was knocked askew, the Hutt had a follow-up, a thrust at his chest with the electro-staff. Alen countered quickly, moving into the thrust with a step with his left foot and bringing his blade up in a two-handed grip. It was a modified Makashi/Djem So parry, making use of the deflecting tactics of Makashi combined with the structural strength of the Djem So form. With the hilt held low by the left-hand side of his hip, he rotated his hip to the left as he stepped through with his left foot and caught the phrik alloy shaft with the middle of his blade, turning it to his right and past him. Na'Varro was now on the inside of Popo's guard. However, he kept moving, stepping powerfully onto his right foot and leaping into the air. Usually, the Sith Lord would not leave the ground against an opponent, but he was already past Popo's electrostaff and had no intention of remaining in front of the Hutt to absorb another of those jackhammer tail blows.

Shifting his grip to a left-handed grip, Alen used his right hand to grab hold of the Hutt's helmet, using the head as a pivot to bring himself onto Popo's back. The Hutt now had a human backpack. How he dealt with this new development would be interesting, and hopefully destructive.

 

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: UNDISCLOSED BUILDING NEAR THE JEDITEMPLE
OBJECTIVE: AVOID THE DARKSIDE AND SLAY THE SITH
ALLIES: THE FORCE STILL, A COOKIE
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Isolda"] and MY OWN MIND

Spoiler

[media]http://youtu.be/dGy70BxOQwY[/media]

Another pair of Sith approached as his mind was searched by the Dark Prophetess. Past and present blurred as the memories of his blades butchering the people who had surrendered to him on Bastion blended with the Sith warriors before him. The same hands, his hands had killed before as they were killing now. Had he even changed? Was the person he was now truly any different than the one he had been then?

MURDERER
kill them allwe SURRENDERleave no survivorsHuh tough crowd, huh toigh crowd, huh tough crowd, huh tough crowd huhtoughcrowdHey, Greenie

"Get out of my head!" He shouted as he began drawing on the force.

The air began moving faster in the room as he stared at the Sith. Cyclic wind began moving in the area as Talon exerted himself in through the force and pushed out at the woman's protectors. Several flew away as the powerful form of a force push exploded into them. It wouldn't kill unless they were weak already or simply had terrible luck but blow them back it certainly would.

"The needs of the one?" He said as he drew closer to her. What did she mean? He looked into those eyes blacker than pitch. His breath caught in his throat. Eyes wide as the thought of what she meant came to him. "What have you done?"

He begged the force for calm. As he fought down his emotions. The memory of the force ghost on Rhen Var and it's warning.

"You -can- be redeemed, but the darkness will forever call to you. "

'There is no emotion, there is peace.' He thought despite the myriad memories streaming together.

His blades lashed out as another pair leapt at him. An arm was removed by a blue blade, the waist split by another. Talon was growing tired from the assault on body and mind. His thoughts settled on Kira as he could almost see her in the Sith woman's black eyes and feel her in his chest.

There were none awake between the Sith Prophetess and Talon now. His emerald eyes met her as he extinguished his blades. He could feel her power, her sleak form framed by the black robes. His head ached and he shook it breifly before returning his eyes to meet hers.

"Stay out of my thoughts!" He said as he again was reminded of the blonde Jedi he had come to value as more than just a friend. "You've lost."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Entrance to what used to be the glorious Jedi Temple
Objective: Kill Jedi
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], any other Jedi/Republic

Retracing his steps, or rather sprinting through the hallways of the Jedi Temple at an incredible speed, Darth Veles had no time to finish the occasional Jedi in his way. If the entire building fell, the Jedi inside were as good as dead anyway. Instead of outright killing them - it was not honorable to kill a fleeing opponent - the Mon Calamari stopped them from running. As the Force massed in his legs again and he jumped forward, soaring through the air, the amphibious Sith landed on the head of the nearest peacekeeper, only to jump again as soon as his booted feet his the man's head. It almost worked like a kick, the Jedi fell back to meet his end under the debris while Veles gained a speed boost. Due to using Force jump to get to the entrance faster than utilizing only Force speed, the violent explosion underneath the marble floor did not even affect him in any way, unlike another Jedi who lost her footing and met the floor. Veles landed on her head as well; his legs immediately kicked out to get him in the air. With the solid floor under her head and Avreet's empowered kick from the opposite direction, the female Jedi's head cracked open and some of her brain tissue spilled out.

It was then that he finally saw the main entrance that led out of the collapsing building. The deafening din coming from behind let the Mon Cal know he should hurry unless he wanted to be turned into thick red paste. If not for his enhanced muscles, his body would have never reached the desired speed. The marble floor cracked under him as he ran, the Jedi Temple falling into the crater left by the explosions and trying to take its inhabitants with it. This gave Avreet some hope the Padawans, Knights and Masters running through the dormitories in search for younglings finally met their destiny. Poor younglings though. And poor, poor Jedi Archives.

Not every Jedi got trapped inside though. Right in front of the invisible Sith, a Jedi survivor. The Mon Cal almost felt bad for him; getting out of the Temple only to get backstabbed on the Temple steps. Both of Veles' lightsabers pointed at [member="Ryan Korr"]'s back, the crimson plasma soundlessly igniting without producing any light thanks to the young amphibian's mastery of Force cloak. He could not be heard, seen or even felt through the Force, as if he never existed at all. Keeping up his pace, still running as if he wanted to get out of the Temple, Veles closed the distance, both of his blades raised and seeking to impale the man from behind; one through the upper torso, the other through the lower parst.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Astrian began to loose himself, his mind tainted by the angst and pure demonic intentions of his attacker. Astrian could feel his mind spinning, gripping his temples intensely as the hallucinations began. The pain was great, every nerve in his body was swelling up with pain. Every part of his body was screaming out in agony, screaming. So much pain, however the white wolf himself. Astrian Callus, let out a roar of anger involuntarily. Some would know the power as a force scream, but it was a pure monstrous roar of pain. Unlike anything Astrian had ever heard himself, he winced at the sound of his own voice as white lightning circulated his wrists as he brought his hands down to his sides, his feet pushing himself up. He unleashed a massive blast of force lightning as the roar continued, his eyes burning a deep yellow. His scar upon his eye grew deep crimson as if the dark side of the force was trying to get out of him, only he unleashed his fury through the lightning on all of the hallucinations before him. Hopefully, his real enemy remained amongst them.

Astrian understood it now, to overcome those of immense power. He would need to allow himself to go to that darker place, but he would use it for good. He promised himself that, he wouldn't allow it to turn him into any more of a monster than he already was. "Stay out of my head!" He roared as the force scream ended, he had no idea what effect the roar would of had on his surrounding enemies and allies. But the majority of his rage and anger was directed at [member="Jared Ovmar"], if Astrian got his hands on him. He would rip his goddamn head off.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Jedi Temple Side Entrance Courtyard (Near the Archives)
Objective - Looking for the first catch of the day
Allies - [member="Popo"]
Victims - [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Tallia finished off another squad of Sith troopers and turned back to see Popo and a Sith duking it out. They were both holding their own well, but Tallia decided that she'd join in to tip the odds in her favor.

She leaped upwards and landed behind the Sith. "Unless you're turning yourself in, I'm going to have to ask you to get the kark out." Tallia activated her second lightsaber and felt the rush of the force flowing through her. Green and purple blades crossed as she prepared for her attack.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

LOCATION: Area Surrounding Temple:
ALLIES: N/A
ENEMIES: N/A
NEAR: [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Darth Isolda"]
She had to keep going. Keep running, far far away from here. This was to much. Everyone was screaming at her, their hearts bursting with emotion. Even some of the Master Jedi couldn't help but be filled with grief. Suffering... so much of it. It was nauseating, all of this madness. Got to get out. Have to get out. Vargent's feet padded against the stone as she ran. For the most part people ignored her, to busy in their own battles to watch the Padawan flee. The turmoil inside those around her was something she couldn't hang around to bare. Especially that of the former Grandmaster, Ben Watts. His lasted but a moment, but it was one of the worst of all.

There was still something pulling her, telling her to go to it. Was the force guiding her? Or was she just imagining things as part of trying to cope? Guess we'll find out soon enough. There was a bundle of mixed emotions coming from a building not to far away. That must be it. Like a moth to a flame she came towards it, slowing down as she did. Someone- two humanoids- were inside. One seemed pleased, the other concerned. Wait... there were more inside. But their hearts weren't crying out as much. It was just background noises compared to the awing force of the main duo. As Varge stepped into the room she gasped quietly. The female- a Sith by the looks of her- she was the one the Padawan came for.

"They lied. They said they could protect us, that we were strong. We were told the Sith were gone. How wrong they were... Now the temple is destroyed. Gone. And they try to sit on their shattered throne still, as if nothing has changed..." She didn't know why she was talking. She didn't know why she was so angry at those she once looked up to. Most of all, she didn't know why she wanted to go forward and embrace the Sith.

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE - Exiting Meditation Chambers and arriving at the High Council Chambers
OBJECTIVE: Helping [member="Avalore Eden"] get to the High Council Chambers
ALLIES: [member="Maya Whitelight"] | @Vargent Nordi | [member="Avalore Eden"]
ENEMIES: None so far

Erinyes spared the briefest of looks of encouragement to Council Member [member="Kiskla Grayson"] before the svelte blonde darted towards the fray. The piddle patter of small feet from the meditation chambers towards those of the High Council were a relief as the younglings were escorted from the Jedi Temple, through the secret exit and on towards the docking ramp where ships awaited.

They were after all, the Order’s future.

The glowing cerulean engines roared as dozens of younglings and padawans ran up the ramps, protected by the baby faced knights with their sabers drawn. A medley of emotions would pass through their faces; fear, confusion, panic, but above all, strength, courage, and commitment.

Voices from the meditation chambers drew Erinyes’s attention, and the young Shi’ido princess quickly made her way back only to spot the young Padawan Avalore Eden, belly swollen with child, staggering as she attempted to make her way towards the chambers.

“Avalore,” came her sudden whisper, only to feel the sudden rumbling beneath them as the very foundations of the Jedi Temple were detonated.

Time stopped.

No…

In that instant she was transported back in a brief flashback of her past, when the palace at Lao-Mon crumbled under the bloody war enacted by her father [member="Malice Draclau"] and her brother’s [member="Skorn Draclau"] ‘s desire for the throne.

Her breathing spiked. Lips thinned. No. Not today.

Time sped up.

In that very instant, Erinyes went shooting forward, bare feet pounding on the ground towards Avalore as her body began to change. Skin-shifting, muscle elongated, bones grew denser, and her body mass grew larger. The ground below them began to crack, the sickening sound resonating throughout the meditation chambers as the Shi’ido shifted into a large form of a Maeilbus, her robes ripping apart as her skin hardening into thick impenetrable iridescent shell that reflected the light.

She was a beatific version of [member="Darth Shara"], her large form towering over the dainty Avalore as she spoke in a most oddly serene and comforting voice, “We must hurry, young Eden. Hold on tightly.” as that large hand went to curl around the pregnant woman as gently as she could, intending to carry her by the palm to hurry their exit.

More cracks went shooting through the polish velmstone as a pillar teetered under the groaning weight. Her goal, to exit the crumbling Jedi Temple in any way possible.

 

[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 : Escape the crumbling meditation chambers.
A L L I E S : None
E N E M I E S : None

The ground went rumbling under Jed Knight A’dele Adonai and more clouds of dust and debris came falling down upon her.

A shudder went through the Zabrak as ice blue eyes finally drew open, lashless lids fluttering slightly as she attempted to gather her bearings. The Sith Lord was gone. The Code had prevailed.

However, even the Force had its limitations.

With a faint grimace, the Jedi Knight began to move to her feet, a familiar dull ache in her legs that told of the poor circulation for sitting in seiza so long. Her lavender lips drew into a straight line of determination, however, as she began to make her way out of the small circle of debris around her.

Time was of the essence.

 

[Aran Finn]

LOCATION: SITH FLANK
OBJECTIVE: TAKE OUT TWO ENEMIES AT ONCE
ALLIES: NOT REQUIRED
ENEMIES: [member="Tallia Farn"] [member="Popo"]

"Unless you're turning yourself in, I'm going to have to ask you to get the kark out."

That voice was familiar. Na'Varro hopped off of Popo's back and turned to see a familiar face. She might not remember Alen, but he remembered Tallia Farn. Back when he was just a Dark Jedi Knight, without the shard of his Master's mind trapped within his own. A shame that he would have to kill her. The Sith Lord had another lightsaber hilt clipped to his belt but chose not to draw it as yet. It would be easier to defeat these two with only one, he surmised. After all, he could always pull it out if he was wrong.

"Language.." He admonished with a wry grin, pacing in between the battle Hutt and the Jedi Knight with an easy, spry gait. He was light on his toes now, and held his blade in a right-handed grip with the blade pointed to the dirt. This was not Djem So any longer, it was another form entirely.

"Come, meet your end together."

 

[Popo]

Location: Sith Flank
Objectives: Curb Stomp Sithy
Allies: [member="Tallia Farn"]
Enemies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Music: Nada, on me phone


The Force wall and subsequent Hutt rodeo was a bit unexpected, but Popo could roll with it. Before he could take that phrase literally, however, Tallia showed up and the Sith stepped off Popo's back.

The three of them were now in close quarters which, admittedly, was perfect for Popo.

With a nod and a bellowing roar, the Shell Hutt charged again. He attacked with the spinning electro staff, the two ends jabbing, darting, and stabbing around the Sith. Each blow was sufficient to cause massive damage to his opponent and if the Sith dodged away or up, he'd have a much higher chance of connecting with the cage of attacks Popo was creating. This was a ruse, however.

The objective here was to force the enemy back once more. To keep the initiative and push the Sith onto the defensive yet again. That, and to let the Jedi girl get a clear shot at the Sith

 

[Darth Vazela]

Location: The Jedi Archives
Opponent: [member="Albrecht Tagge"]
Objective: Defeat Albrecht Tagge, locate [member="Darth Isolda"]

Vazela leaned his head to the left, almost cocking it like a predator would to prey. His yellow, predatory eyes observed the Sith Acolytes form and discovered that he wasn't actually using a Lightsaber form. The Sith Lord did not recognize Albrecht's chosen style, but alas, with two Lightsabers, he doubt that it would be as effective as it would of been with the proper weaponry required, such as a vibroblade. Lightsabers were made for Lightsaber techniques. That was why, for example, if a Sith Sword was used in conjunction of Djem So or Juyo vs an opponent utilizing the same forms, only wielding a Lightsaber, then the latter would win every time in a sword fight.

Finished with his analysis of the Sith Acolyte, Vazela used the energy that he had prepared for the Dominate Mind and unleashed on Albrecht. The Sith Magic required no incantations, just concentration and line of sight of the intended victim. Vazela had his eyes dead set on Albrecht and if successful, the Acolyte's head would slump forward slightly, a blank look would come over his face and his body would be deadly still.

Continuing on the basis that Vazela's Dominate Mind was successful on his opponent, which was up to the writer behind Albrecht Tagge, then in a environment Vazela created through the Force technique to distract Albrecht's mind from his influence, thus making it easier to discover who was leading and who was behind the attack, then in this 'alternate reality' that Albrecht was in, their duel would begin. The 'alternate' Vazela spun his Lightsaber and moved forward to attack, whilst in real time, he began the penetration of Albrecht's memories, to see if he knew the information the Sith Lord sought. Thus, giving Albrecht's writer something to enjoy out of an unfair situation. Vazela's writers a nice guy like that, they guessed.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Undisclosed building near the Jedi Temple
Objective: Flowwalk Talon into another scene in another part of the galaxy. Confirm to Vargent that the Jedi have grown complacent. That true order of the chaos in the galaxy comes through the vision of the Dark Lord.
Allies: All the Sith!
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Vargent Nordii"]
Music Selection: Sweet Dreams - still


Darth Isolda could only smirk at the heaving form of the Jedi Master, and while her guard were gone, it did not concern her. No, she stood proud, confident, as the pulsing power of the Dark Side blessings of the Bogan Goddess of Vahl ran through the Chosen’s veins; Prophetic power.

“I̸t̛ is ǹo̡ţ a͘ ̕ḿa͝t͡te̴r̢ o͟f̶ ͞w̶iņņin͞g̨.͠ ͟ O͟r ͠lǫs̢i̢n͡g.̸ ͞S͠uc̵ḩ ̵petty̡ ͜e̕ndinģs are n͜o̢t̛ ͢w̡h͏a̶t the ̶G̨od͟de̷ss̷ ̴d͞e͞si͜re҉s͜.̕”̸ she finally said simply, that pitch black gaze bearing down at him. Her voice was eerily deep for someone with such a delicate throat, coming from her in a cacophonic and polyphonic tones, as if spoken by three different facets. It was more accurate than one would think. Past, present, and future all spoke at the same time, like the old Corellian Gods tales of Fate and Destiny; the crone, the woman, and the maiden.

“Bu͞t͘ ̴o̷rd̕e͡r͝ ̨a̡mid̕s͢t̡ the ̛c̢h̵a̴o͜s̷. ̡Yo̷ur J͢ęd̕i ͏Òr̵d͞er ha͏s͠ g̡rown ͘we̛ąk͢, ͞c͢omplace͝nt.” her head then went swiveling towards the new arrival, “U͟nabl͡e͠ to ̷d́e͏fen͞d͡ ͏and pro͟t̵e͝c͏t thaţ w҉hich ͞the͜y͞ sẁor͏e̢ ͘t́o d͝ǫ. ͡ T͞hey̕ ͞h͜ave ̸fa̡lle͢n̛ ̕įnt̴o͘ ̧sin. ̷ ͝ G͞luttòny,̛ sl̸oţh͏,̷ ͜pride,̸ ̕lust,̶ env̛y͞, a͘várice̢, a̴n͝d̸ ͢w͘r̀a͝t͢h̴. ͘

T̴h̛ey have҉ b͟e̷co̡m̀e͞ w͠h̢a̕t th̛e͘y͡’͜v͢e͢ ̕so̵u̧ght̢ to̢ de̕s̕t̸r̷oy. ̀ Dáręd ́t͜o l̡oo҉k̛ ̷into͞ ̢t͡h͘e a̷b̢y͘ss on̸l͡y̛ t̕o bl̨ìn̴k̷.”

There was such surety in her voice; such conviction that would resonate upon the young padawan. That dark head soon went swiveling back towards Talon.

“I̕ ͜am no͜t ͏th͟e ̸d͝e͠m̴o͘n̕ ̶t̸o̸rmenti͟ng͡ ̶you͠ in ͞y̴ou͞r th̕o̢u҉gh͘ts Je̕di.́ T̀hos̡ę a̸r̡e you̷r ͞ow̨n̕. ” she revealed to him, sweet satisfaction in her pallid and bruised visage, as the foundations of the temple went tumbling down in the distance, black smoky pillars rising from the destruction.

“Th̢o͜se͘ ̕a͟r͏e ́y̵o͡u̴rs, ͜and y̧ou͏rs a̵l͟one̶.͟” she told him, taking another sure step at his direction. Five meters separated them.

“I̕ ͠a͢m but̢ th͢e̸ ͘ve̛ssél t̀h͠a҉t ͜rev͠eals͢ ͜tr̴uth, ͏ ̕Taloǹ V͝o͜şr͏a͠.̡” she spoke his name, the flowing fabric of her cloak a whisper in the growing pregnant tension.

In that very instant, it would appear as if the entire room went whirling round and round in a great maelstrom, with the three at the very eye of this particular tempest. Voices of a thousand souls would howl and scream, some in fright, fear, love, wrath, and joy. Shadowy figures would soon zip across them, appearing only to disappear as the Eye of the Dark Lord embraced the Force to Flowwalk them towards another event seemingly happening at that very instant.

The ghost wind howled, until finally, it stopped. The mist that had appeared seemingly began to fade away, until they were in a completely utterly white room.

A singular cry of anguish went ripping through the silence. Thick congealing blood puddled upon the floor like a sanguine stain, carving crimson rivulets from their origin at the center of the room.

There, shackled on both arms and legs, hung the limp body of a small blonde woman. It was hard to recognize her form, but to those who would know her intimately would not take long to find out.

She’d was being carved upon like an animal to the slaughter, the instrument of her agony naught by a child with a scalpel, while two feminine figures gazed upon the work with such perverse enjoyment…

“I ͞sho͡w ͝t̕ruth. ͟ Your͟ ̴trúth.͠ ͢H̵e̵r̵ ̴trut͡h.̧ S̴he ͘wi͘ll̷ ̢d̡i̸e,̛ Jedi̡ if yo̴u҉ li͡ng͡e͝r̸ ̀h̢e̸re.” there was no semblance of a lie in her voice. She did after all, only show what was exactly happening in another area of the galaxy.

“S̵o͘,͟ wh̶at͠ ̸i͜s m͠ore͢ ͢i͟m͘p͟o̡r̢ţa̢n͟t, ̨T͠a̢l̷o͏n ͏V͡o͡s̡r̨a͡? Do t̛ḩe nee̡d̵s ̧of̷ ͠t̵h͡e͢ ̧m̵a̵ny outwei͘gh͢ ͘t̸he̛ needs͞ of ͏t̛he ͏fe̡w… ̧o̡r͢ ̶the on͢e?”

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan stood and studied the destruction raging through the city and crossed his hands over his chest, still he stood by the Senate building, watching as Sith ravaged the Jedi temple and destroyed as they may. The Sith were attacking their enemies and slowly Yusan made his way to the Sith flank, watching the fighting and the pillars of smoke as he searched for someone, anyone that found themselves unlucky to be in his way. The Sith troopers that did come to find their path crossing his died before they could wound him, and soon her found a speeder that he entered and took to the sky in. He would find someone that had forgotten this was the Republic's home, not theirs.

 

[Maya Carrick]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE - Exiting Meditation Chambers and using a secret exit goes to somewhere outside the temple grounds.
OBJECTIVE: Helping five younglings get out safely
ALLIES: @Vargent Nordi | Avalore Eden / [member="Erinyes Draclau"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
ENEMIES: None so far

Finding out that getting out was no easy task, taking off before knowing how duel between the two went. Another reason was to make sure that her rage was keep into control, [member="Darth Veles"] had a way of getting under her skin. All the ways took only ended up dead ends until the older two of the group of five, a small torgun, and human that been there all their life at the temple seem to know of another special way out of the great temple. [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Calling [member="Erinyes Draclau"], "I'll get these five younglings out a different way all other ways block to you, Maya out. " switching off her comlnk in her ear bud, letting the little ones take her to a panel only have her use her force on one of the side boards that cause a passage way. Finding herself pulling down out of her hair, a other lightsaber that was now on and glowing yellow. Running as fast as could by giving way to the pain in her leg, having fix the the one bone enough to put a little pressure on it, using the speed in the force to fuel with the rage that she still held onto. It was the tingling in the force that made her push the younglings harder then ever before. Until coming out onto the what could only be a part of the temple, maybe the backside if she had to guess.

Turning around only to see or was it the shock wave of what coud only been seen of the temple coming down, all she could do was thinking about the safety of the younglings in her care. Flowing around her with engery as she went after what could only be the cover if one could call that of a piece of shoot down air ship of some sort, throwing up a protection bubble knowing her weak state wouldn't be about to hold long, pushing it outward as much as she could and as long as she could. If only there could some kind of help by force knew could need it now.

 

[Logan]

Location: The Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Objective: OPERATION: KNIGHTSTAND
Allies: A'donari Cinn, @Sam Jhovna
Foes: @Dak Canton

This Jedi was really going to get on his nerves, but at least she had enough common sense to save their asses by dropping that support pillar to block off that Willy Pete screen. That White Phosphorus was some nasty stuff in close quarters, and he'd experienced the brunt of it first-hand one time. Rather than recall the memories of such an event, he had to let out a groan and dropped his form closer to the ground. "Hey, Miss Glowstick, you wouldn't happen to have any bacta packs on you, would you?" He exhaled sharply, tearing out his first aid kit, cutting his pants leg to reveal one sick-nasty looking wound. "Oh man, where is Jasper when you need him. Damn medic." Not much blood seemed to be flowing out from it, mainly because the explosion had cauterized most of it, but the burns still hurt like the sun's surface. Digging through the kit, he almost uttered a thanks to the Gods of the universe, but there were none. He'd found a single bacta patch.

With a little more enthusiasm, he applied the patch to the wound on his calf. After that, he wrapped another layer of bandages over it, making sure it was tight. And with that, he was finished until he got to a real medic. Jed attempted to stand on his own, but groaned in pain, dropping down his assault rifle to be used as a makeshift crutch for the time being. "Side door? Let's just make our own." The Colonel shuffled to lean against the far wall, closest to Dak Canton's previous position, and lifted his rifle to the opposite wall. The assault rifle came up into his hands, and he elevated the barrel just slightly. A flick of the secondary trigger sent an explosive fired from his grenade launcher across the room, destroying a massive hole in the far wall. "Ladies first." He grinned.

 

[Aika Kawakami]

Objective: Aid in evacuating the citizens of Monument Plaza.
Location: Manarai Heights
Allies: [member="Sochi Ru"] Antares Windu
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

It was good that they were on the same page. With the situation becoming worse by the second, there wasn't time for squabbling. Luckily, they weren't the type to engage in such a thing. They worked as a team and stood as one, the way it had always been. Though some things could stand to change...

This wasn't the first time Aika had seen her close friend run into a battle, and it surely wouldn't be the last. It also wasn't the first time that Sochi had asked her to do something and not given her a reason. This time, there simply wasn't a chance to ask. It didn't take anything for her to sense to oncoming forces. This courtyard was soon to become a battlefield, and one way or another, essentially a graveyard. A gruesome thought, it was the way of things. Both had a part to play in the day's events. And if everyone was to live this day, both had to play their roles to the best of their abilities.

"May the Force guide your hands, as they do mine." She spoke softly under her breath. Turning to look behind her, she could see a number of Republic citizens. Some frozen in fear, and some simply not knowing if there was anywhere safe to be. Sadly, safety was not something that could promised. They need to get away, especially with the coming forces opposite them. "All of you! Follow me! We need to take shelter!" With that, she began to move with a long stride, the citizens one by following behind her. She would protect them until they could be evacuated from the area. It was all she could do at the moment.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Jedi Temple, Side Entrance. Courtyard
Objective: Protect the Arbiter
Targets: [member="Popo"] Tallia Farn
Allies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

The chaos of the big bomb goin' off gave me enough cover to get back up the Temple Steps. The fight had spilled out everywhere and I found myself pushed back into a side entrance of the Jedi Temple. I managed to gun down the two Republic soldiers who'd been pressing me back, but I heard a bunch of commotion from behind. Whirling, I moved with my 836 in the low ready position, rifle butt at my shoulder, weapon barrel slightly lowered. With cautious steps I emerged into a courtyard where I found - I kid you not - a freaking Hutt in full armor using an electro staff to assault a figure I recognized. Arbiter Na'varro. Behind the Arbiter was a female Jedi. Sitrep? The Arbiter needed some help.

Getting down on one knee, I placed the upper part of my left arm on my knee. Bone on bone is a very bad idea when shooting. Try it sometime. Tell me how it goes. I raised the optics to my eye and centered the targeting reticle around the Hutt's faceplate. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to pierce armor that thick, so my best bet was to shoot for the openings of his face and hope that it either distracted him, or that the chemical flames from the 5.56mm FLARE slugs got inside. I squeezed the trigger twice and sent 6 of the hollow bullets filled with pyrophoric gels straight for the Hutt's face. On impact the pyrophoric gels would mix and ignite.

Pivoting, I readjusted my aim and squeezed off a three round burst at the female Jedi. I waited half a second then fired another three rounds. The butt of the slug-throwing rifle kicked satisfyingly against my shoulder in a way that blasters never did. The half second pause was so that if the woman countered the first three bullets she'd have to counter the second wave of three too. The important thing was that I was providing a distraction for the Arbiter, giving him enough time to do whatever he needed to do.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Entrance to what used to be the glorious Jedi Temple
Objective: Kill Jedi
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"]

Stunned at the destruction of part of his home, Ryan stumbled down the temple steps, lightsaber held loosely in his fingers. His dislocated arm hung limp and useless. Beneath his white tunic his chest bore the discolored hues of purple, blue and yellow bruises. His eyes stared without seeing and he felt himself shut away from the Force. Numb. He could no longer feel the pain, nor the Force. He felt nothing. They'd taken away everything from him and now they destroyed the last object which he clung to with desperate arms. Those arms were now defeated, weary, and in stark shock.

Ryan's vision blurred. How could-

A sudden pain ripped through his body. He smelled burning flesh and looked down. Two glowing, crimson bars jutted from his torso, one near his shoulder, the other sticking out from his lower left side. Ryan stared at them without comprehending, feeling only the pain as the sabers burned through his flesh. He fell forward off the blades and collapsed face first into the rubble with a sickening thud. Smoke coiled upward from the two charred holes in the back of his white tunic.

He lay as one dead.