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

[Tydeus of Tion]

"Didn't Dragonsflame already get all the archives out?"

"Yeah, that's what intel is saying. HQ is hesitant, but confirms."

"Well hell then. Must be hostiles. Vape 'em all. Let the Force sort 'em out."

The two Shrike-class pilots zipped in and sent a proton torpedo through the hole in the Temple and straight at @Hannibal Oryen @Xalus @Enigma @Ashe the Reaper and company. Then they did a strafing run of a nearby unauthorized fighter docked at the Temple. Ashe's starfighter had over a dozen laser cannon bolts screaming toward it and it was quickling riddled with holes before one hit the fuel tank and sent it up into flames.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Jedi Temple flank
Objective - Take back the home front
Allies - Popo
Victims - Alen Na'Varro Darth Veles Dak Canton [member="Cale Gunderson"]

"Every being is upright in their own eyes. Either you lie to yourself, or the Sith have lied to you." She attacked with speed and agility, weaving lightsaber strokes with physical kicks aimed at his knee caps and abdomen. "You think that you bend the force to your will, but it is so much more than a tool." She unleashed a maelstrom of force wind to blast him away. While she assaulted the Sith, she felt a familiar presence in the force coming up from behind her.

Tallia hadn't seen Cale in several months. It had been before the war with the Sith had broken out. She didn't have time for reunions however. She simply gave him a positive nudge, acknowledging him in the force. The feelings she received back were unsettling.

You Were Deceived

Tallia felt the heat of a lightsaber at her back, and spun just in time to see Cale stabbing away at the spot where she had been a moment before. It nicked her shoulder blade and she fell to the ground. Her lightsabers were knocked from her hands as she hit against the permacrete. Cale stood over her with his lightsabers ablaze.

"Cale please. Don't do this. This isn't you." She fought back tears. The emotions from the senate building returned one hundred fold. She had seen Jedi fall to the dark side, but this was completely different. This was personal. How could one of her own attack her like this? If the Jedi Knights couldn't rely on each other, what did they have to lean on?

 

[Popo]

Location: Sith Flank
Objective: Avoid a close shave
Allies: [member="Tallia Farn"]
Enemies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Popo saw the Sith activate the second lightsaber, but he and Tallia managed to score a few hits regardless. That is, until Tallia had her own issues with a random Sith warrior. Bullets rained on Popo, some bursting in flames across his faceplate, others scoring painful, stinging impacts on his back as they struck in balls of flame.

The Shell Hutt continued to engage the Sith in hand to hand, the electro staff whirling and striking. When the Sith parried the electro staff away and put any riposte with the weapon into the realm of implausibility only to follow up with a Force Push at Popo's faceplate, Popo's training kicked in.

Popo wasn't your typical Hutt. In his youth, his clan was wiped out, though he never knew fully why. As a young Hutt, he had to survive on his own. The gulag plague made that difficult even more so. He managed to survive the plague, but on a world torn apart by infighting, death, and war, the only way to survive was to fight. Popo donned armor and weapons to keep alive and learned how to fight with what he had to use. The result? A smart Hutt with a ruthless streak when he needed it as well as the knowledge, training, weapons, and armor to survive and thrive in combat. The downside? Taco Night.

As Popo's head rocked back, he saw in the HUD of the helmet through the flames the jab at his throat. There wasn't much he could do except trust in his armor and try something very unorthodox. As the lightsaber neared him, Popo flung himself forward, his arms outstretched. The lightsaber hit his through guard and skittered off it, leaving a red hot scar. That joint was weak, but Popo got lucky. Another such blow and he might not be as lucky. He really didn't want a lightsaber shave. Half because he didn't have facial hair and half because a lightsaber shave would be highly painful and potentially lethal.

Popo reached out his arms to envelope the Sith and grip the man in a bear hug. The intention? To crush the man against Popo's beskar armor in a death grip.

"HUG ME!" he shouted.

 

[Nyxie]

The Galactic Republic Side
Horde Landing Site
Protecting Circe
Targets: [member="Enigma"], [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Xalus"], @TwoCanPlayThat

Ashe continued to shield herself and her lover in the same liquid blue blaze that glowed too intense to stare at and burned bright enough to keep physical contacts away. She cradled Circe's body in her own, knowing very well only two things in the world could kill her and were gravely unlikely behind the veil, and continued to try and convince Circe to leave. Not a damn soul was going to get past that.
"Circe, I've had enough of this. The archives will be fine, I promise! I'm not leaving here without you and I plan to leave right now. I'm not losing you again!!!"
A deathly flare began to grow in the girl's eyes. No one was going to take this away from her. They would all burn alive if they tried, and their souls would eternally be hers to command. The Force itself would quiver if it had a body to fear her.

(((I will NOT be a victim of circumstance.)))​

 

[Onrai]

Moving out of the way of Hannibal's hail of bullets, Circe, still cloaked by the White Current, aimed at the smaller mercenary's jetpack, firing a good amount of laser rounds towards it in an attempt to be the metaphorical vibro-ax. Grounding her opponent would likely be a better option so far as things went. Smiling, she figured it was time to pull an Aleidis. Getting behind the shattered remains of the wall as to remain unseen, she focused again, the illusory doppelgangers forming again. This time there were four of them, all hiding behind cover, occasionally peeking out with blaster rifles in their hands. The goal was to distract them this time, in order for Circe and Alexandra to deal with the threats until help arrived.

Of course, by now the doppelganger Xalus had been harming was long disintegrated into air.

Help us, Ashe...

Then of course the Corsair leader seemed to ignore that Dragonsflame had taken the copy for himself, not for others. "Fighters, stand down! The bounty hunters are attempting to steal the artifacts and the data, a copy of the latter of which is still in the Temple computers! The artifacts are still here! Don't destroy them!"

@Hannibal Oryen [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Near archives
POSTING AS: Shuttle pilots
ALLIES: [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Enigma"]
ENEMIES: [member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Xalus"]

While it was not Corsair fighters that fired on the shuttles it was the pair of Tra'galaar shuttles flown by Corsair pilots that pulled in to take their place and assist them one of them sending a message to those present as they answered gruffly. "Hey we received word that you needed shuttles what for?" meanwhile overhead the true Corsair fighters wove back and forth in a defensive way shielding the area from anymore attacks.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Ryan Korr"]

(( Just talked to Dragonsflame, that is highly untrue... the relics are known to be still there. ))

Alexandra heard as more laser fire hit from the traitors and tried to call for help once more while [member="Ashe the Reaper"] and [member="Enigma"] dealt with the enemy troops. "Who ever you are, stop firing you morons, you are going to collapse the area on us and destroy the relics..." She looked behind her and stared at the relic door, she needed the code, she had to save them. Running to a still active computer she started to hack into the mainframe far from the fighting, she had to save the knowledge here and do it fast.

 

[Jsc]

Responding to Shuttle Cross-Fire
Jedi Temple Airspace


"Ma'am we have confirmed friendlies down via 3rd-party IFFs."

"I saw it, kark it all. Coms! Target those 3rd-party IFFs and send warning transmissions on the Loud Ban. So help me God, I will bring them down if they so much as look at another Republic Transport. Send it again and again. Not screw ups this time."

"Aye aye Captain."

"Ma'am Command is requesting a sit-rep?"

"Delay them Lieutenant. I'm not confirming those starfighters as enemy tags just yet. This whole planet is a mess and nobody needs to get trigger happy."

"Aye aye ma'am."

Roberts frowned and watched the battle with computerized intensity. Had everybody lost their minds down there?

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"Dont fire on the Corsair ships, ive been informed it isnt Corsairs that shot us down, two Republic Shrikes are to blame not Corsair fighters." [member="Karen Roberts"] would hear Alexandra's voice as she spoke up and then Alexandra switched to [member="Aedan Miles"] channel and spoke. "Get Cassandra and Ashe out of here, im saving these Relics if it means my life..." She cut off her communication and delved into the files, scanning over them quick as she could.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

The proton torpedo exploded as it sailed into the hole. The superheated blast wave washed through the room. What did not burn was torn apart by the overpressure shockwave and shrapnel.

"Howdy partners, we've got a little situation down there. Looks like a few hostiles are trying to make off with the archives, or whatever's left of 'em. We can't make it out and they don't have our comm signal so we can't get through to 'em. We can't risk having that sensitive material fall into the wrong hands. Care to assist for strafing run? How copy?"

[member="Aedan Miles"]

"Uh, negate that last. We're receiving word that there are friendlies down there. This whole things gone FUBAR. Disregard, corsairs. Disregard."

 

[Aedan Miles]

[member="Ryan Korr"]

The pilots of the Corsair Fighters flew directly towards the Shrikes sending them a message calmly. "This is Corsair air space pull off now or you will be reported to your superiors those are your allies in there." The two shrikes would soon find themselves with two Devatator's tailing them and a pair of Dread-class below them making it so they couldn't dive.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

JEDI TEMPLE, ARCHIVES
OBJECTIVE: ON YOUR BELLY, KNAVE
COMPANY: [member="Xalus"] | [member="Enigma"] | [member="Ashe the Reaper"] | [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

There is a proton torpedo en route to our location. It will completely wipe out the archives. You should probably run, because it'll kill you too.​

Blaster fire impacted Hannibal's jetpack, causing the device to sputter and spout flames. The Fondorian lost control, careening to the ground before being able to identify where those shots had come from. There were now multiple hostiles, but none of them were firing. This was a nightmare op, truly. However, things were going to only get worse. Overwatch buzzed in Hannibal's ear, informing him that a proton torpedo had just been discharged for the archives. A missile like that would destroy everything, not to mention the Archives were already collapsing in on themselves.

Hannibal struggled up from the floor. Xalus probably hadn't heard the news.

"They're going to bomb us! Bailout!" Hannibal yelled, ditching his useless jetpack and his LMG so he could travel lighter. All he had to his name now was his shotgun and sidearm. Hopefully that wouldn't matter too much, this invasion couldn't possibly last much longer.

There is a proton torpedo en route to our location. It will completely wipe out the archives. You should probably run, because it'll kill you too.​

 

[Nyxie]

The Galactic Republic Side
Horde Landing Site
Protecting Circe
Targets: Enigma, Alexandra Cinthra, Hannibal Oryen, Xalus, @All Nearby Confirmed Hostiles

Fine... she thought, opening her com line.
"Ashe to the Esfandia and Kalestat. You are ordered and authorized to fire down on my location. I repeat. Fire on my location now. Weapons hot, ROE free! Deploy the damn gunships if you have to, every single one!!!"
"Aye-aye, ma'am, lowering to firing range and commencing full fire in ten."
The Esfandia and the escorting AA-minded Kalestat lowered deeper into the atmosphere, cannons and weapons ready. Five rotary blaster cannon phalanx mounts, twenty concussion missile launchers and several point defense lasers began to pelt the ground below with heavy fire, carefully avoiding both the Solace and Ashe's IR pinger.
A harsh screaming bellow came forth from the tight blue orb surrounding Ashe and her companion. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you all, diiie, aaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyy!!!"
The blue inferno around her only grew.

 

[Xalus]

Location: Temple Archives, Jedi Temple
Objective: Hit it and quit it
Allies: [member="Hannibal Oryen"] (Oreo)
Foes: [member=Enigma], [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], [member="Ashe the Reaper"]

Unpleasant was the word that could just about sum up the whole situation in. By now, the Gen'Dai had taken cover as well and had been trading fire with the new doppelgangers. He didn't mind hanging out a little bit longer, taking the blaster bolts to the chest like a real man, before returning deadly and precise BANG rounds. These ladies were just troublemakers, weren't they? Xalus and his buddy Oreo just wanted a few minutes of their time, to tell them of their Lord and savior The Force and then be on their merry way. It wasn't an easy life for a Chewbacca's Witness.

"Blood and gore." It was what he wanted most, not really much concern for credits. A ringing came from his right, the sound of twin ion engines. A fighter. It was definitely the one that had destroyed the shuttle, but now, it had launched a proton torpedo. "Oreo, bail!" He called out to his falling comrade, his jetpack in sparks and trailing smoke. Ditching the assault rifle, the Gen'Dai charged forward only quick enough to scoop up the Fondorian, throw him over his shoulder medic-style, and make his exit. No way he was risking dying, even if he had never even been severely injured.

Of course he wouldn't leave without a few presents, so he dropped a few detonator-triggered thermal detonators behind him as he ran out of the entrance they'd come it.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra's eyes found the code and she memorized it in a second before running to the vault, punching it in and sealing the door behind her before the torpedo hit and collapsed the room she had been in. Inside she slid against the wall and looked around, it was dark, only the vents worked to filter air thankfully and she sat in there now as she looked at her arm. Burns scarred her arm, her body's breathing hard and she tried to get a communication out. "Alexandra Cinthra here, im sealed in the vault, room collapsed outside the door, badly wounded by the torpedo and need help." She knew none would come and moved deeper into the vault before collapsing against the holocron storage unit and staring at the door that would not open

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Aedan Miles"] @Alexandra Cinthra [member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

Circe too opened one of the vaults, but chose not to lock the door behind her, instead choosing to let the concussive force of the explosion keep it sealed. And sealed it was - once the explosion had ceased, the door opened up just enough to showcase that there was rubble behind it. Carefully scooting the artifacts in the vault as far back as she could, she pushed at the door with the Force, the grinding noise hurting her now near-human ears as the vault slowly opened. Inputting the code, she slowly opened the vault door, blood trickling from her fragment and shrapnel wounds as she moved to help her "mother" out. "Oh Gods... Alex! Are you alright? We have to get these relics to the dropships before the Sith or those bounty hunters come back!"

This of course was going to be a hassle now that the room was a mess and the only manpower left aside from Alex and Circe were the Corsair personnel. "Yes... Get those men down here and help get these artifacts loaded. We'll be rendezvousing with a requisitioned civilian Tryton-class cargo hauler and her container overhead. We'll load the artifacts into the container and be on our way further into the area. I'm going to go and check on the rest of the facility. Alex's daughter needs your help." With that, "Jentara" signed off as Circe moved to help her mother out. "Ashe, I'm Cassandra Cinthra for the time being. Now help me get these artifacts loaded on the dropship so we can get them safely in orbit."

And with a quiet "bing," the encrypted transmission was done. The information was transported to the Tryton overhead, awaiting the cargo. From there, it would be routed directly back to Echidna once the ship was out of the system, to Circe's network first - then to the Supreme Overlord's, then to the Horde's general database, for all members to partake of the Jedi's information.

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Jedi Temple Steps

Marcello's focus remained definitively narrowed in the direction of the large beast. Unknown to the Jedi Master, his apprentice was still very much alive. What had always been said about emotions and the Force appeared to be increasingly true. The emotion that threatened to replace every aspect of the Jedi Master's being ran through his body thick as blood.

Slowly, time tapered to a crawl as Marcello struggled to reconcile how he knew he should feel and act with how his body wanted. Failure...the one and only thing Marcello had ever feared in life but seemed to deal with in not one but two major situations now. The continuous fighting between Kiskla and Vornskr was completely off Marcello's radar.

Then...the singing.

Instinctively, Marcello dropped the hilt of his lightsaber, causing the blade to deactivate. Dropping to a knee, the Jedi Master brought his left hand to his forehead. This was how to was going to end then, to the sound of some demon's ironically beautiful song. Perhaps death was mostly what Marcello deserved...what he'd earned throughout a lifetime of living principally for himself.

Images flashed briefly through Marcello's gradually crumbling mind. His parents, the master that was like a second father, the woman he cared for beyond any level of rational understanding. Wait. Maybe that was actually [member="Kiskla Grayson"] drifting at the edge of his vision. Finally...there was his Padawan [member="Ryan Korr"]. No more than a teenager that had a rough life and was simply trying to find meaning in it all, defending even those he hated.

So Marcello knew the only thin he could do, he stopped fighting his emotions. Surrendering to them in full, Marcello allowed every aspect of his life, good and bad, to take its rightful place in his mind. What followed was not giving in to the dark side. His emotions fueled his connection to the light side...to life and its continued supremacy within the Force. For the first time, Marcello stopped mentally running from his demons...forcing them to grant him strength and the will to do what was necessary.

Placing both his hands on the ground, Marcello used the momentary surge in connection to the Force to buy everyone some time. Several pieces of rubble in various size behind him began to levitate off the ground before flying rapidly in [member="Darth Shara"]'s direction. The second the eight and final piece sailed over his head, Marcello grasped the hilt of his lightsaber and hurled himself in the direction of the Sith Lord, blue blade springing to life in sync with his feet finding stability beneath him.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Daella Apparine"]
[member="Ben Watts"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Near archives
FORCES: Shuttles and fighters
ENEMIES: None??
ALLIES: [member="Enigma"] @Alexandra Cintra @Ashe???

The pilots of the shuttles went to respond and then their radars went crazy as lances of laser energy was propelled down at them destroying the two shuttles so all that [member="Enigma"] would hear was. "OH FETH ME YOU HAVE TO B..............AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" then the coms would go silent as the pilots and their ships were destroyed the fighters all suddenly broke off in various directions attempting to avoid the lances of deadly energy some would say luck guided some of them some would say the force but the pilots of those fighters would remember the actions of this day. How they had seen some of their comrades shot down by allied forces how a third of them had died to an orbital bombardment that should not have been called in. But that image was burned into their minds as they pulled away from the archives and returned to patrolling the area over the main courtyard hopefully they would not lose any more of their numbers today. As they moved back to the courtyard the two half squadrons of Dread-class would form into a single squadron farther minimizing the defenses over the courtyard.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra didn't even realize what [member="Enigma"] had done with the information, she was being carried and barely conscious as the sounds of battle overpowered her senses and soon she went limp in Cassandra's arms. She would be out for quite a while, hoping to wake up when the chaos was over and allies were not shooting each other down.

 

[Nyxie]

The Galactic Republic Side
Horde Landing Site
Protecting Circe
Targets: [member="Enigma"], [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

The allied fire from above slowly subsided as a heavy blast shook the ground, the Kalestat and Esfandia no longer shooting their non-friendly targets, all of which were ground-based, and holding their guns off while the smoke cleared.
"En...mies...ave dis...ngaged, ma'am.... Yo...r orders?"
Ashe looked over at the wounded Circe, blood oozing from open wounds, the foxtress having been dragged in when clinging to the woman with all her might.
"Cass... you're hurt!" she exclaimed, pushing herself onto Enigma's body to get a better approach to her neck.
Ashe brushed off the dust and sweat from a soft spot on the woman's neck and protruded her fangs even longer than before, sinking them gently into her fiance's skin. With a bit of focus and a significant deal of stored up life force, Ashe used a reverse-draining ability to impart Circe with life energies, healing her wounds in all but an instant, but making it feel as though the wounds had been inflicted in Ashe herself despite no bleeding or damage actually occurring. Shaking off the subtle lightheadedness, Ashe reached for the tufts of her ear, depressing on something.
"Hold your fire. If you can, bring down the Esfandia Runner and any shuttles you're carrying. Have the escort ship keep an eye out for Sith fighters and interceptors. Don't be afraid to fire the Ultra Gauss batteries at any marked enemies you find.... We'll-ahh-wait here, and ping you when we're out...."
Ashe was looking a bit of a feign herself.