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

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Don't get smooshed!
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | and strangely enough, [member="Sopher Jakobs"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Battal Musik: Something Something Death Metal

As Vornskr watched Kiskla slam into the base of the statue with a satisfied chortle, a melody very familiar to him came a drifting over the wind that whipped through the entryway. It threatened to consume his mind, but Vornskr, like many higher ranking One Sith individuals, had grown a resistance to the haunting tune of the Maelibus, most specifically for this type of situation. Then came the statue, the monolith of Jedi ignorance made out of stone and steel, now brought down by a combined effort of his own attacks and a final push by Kiskla. Vornskr idly watched the statue begin to crumble and collapse, and smirked under his helmet as it began to fall in his direction. Apparently the Jedi would rather crush him under the weight of an imposing statue then come at him, but then again Vornskr did throw her back with his shockwave when she did come at him.

Vornskr deactivated his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt, and began to run up the stairs it collapsed down, but was still caught in the aftershock of it's thunderous crash and was thrown off of his feet. He landed at the top of the steps in a heap, but he had just escaped being crushed by a gigantic statue, so that was a plus. Vornskr rose to his feet, and tapped into the power of his amulet to completely mask his presence in the Force. It was time to play a little game, and Vornskr had all the right moves to make this game all the more interesting. To most, his mental power was unmatched due to his extensive training and his species' natural immunity to all outward mental influences. He now used that power to ensnare a pair of padawans nearby, who were rushing into battle alongside a Jedi Knight against the Sith, but Vornskr had a more constructive use of their talents and affiliation.

Being padawans, their minds were still untrained to resist such manipulations, and they fell under his sway without much hassle. They broke away from the Jedi Knight, leaving him alone fight fight a pack of One Sith, most likely ending in his horrific demise. Vornskr now sent those two padawans to Kiskla, and to engage her in a surprise attack. An attack from your own kind in the shape of innocent padawans was to be unexpected, right?

 

[Darth Vazela]

Location: The Jedi Archives
Opponent: [member="Albrecht Tagge"]
Objective: Find out the Sith Lord that is leading the attack. Mess up the Sith Acolytes head.

Darth Vazela shifted through [member="Albrecht Tagge"]'s mind. Various images came to bear, of memories and information that he cared not of. What he wanted to know was who was behind the attack. Was it someone he had known during his time in the Empire? Someone that he had even ruled over, that had moved up the ranks? Or someone completely new? As these questions came to bear, he found himself confronted with the image of two Sith Lords: [member="Darth Isolda"] and [member="Darth Shara"]. "Interesting," murmured Vazela. "Someone new then."

Piecing together the memories and information that would give him a fair understanding of Isolda and Shara, subsequently learning any weaknesses or strengths they had, as well information on the One Sith and any other Sith factions Albrecht was apart of, leaving it to his writer to explain it all.

Meanwhile, in an otherwise meaningless fight and experience...

Vazela felt his Lightsaber tug out of his hand in Albrecht's maneuver. Lifting both hands, he summoned the Force into them and pulled the Lightsaber back to his left hand before it clattered to the ground. His other hand utilized the Force and cast a Force Grip over the Sith Acolyte, with the intention of holding Albrecht in place. As Vazela caught his Lightsaber, he ignited the crimson beam and spun it down towards opponent.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Sith flank
Objective: Kill more Jedi
Allies: [member="Alen Na'Varro"], [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Enemies: [member="Tallia Farn"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/1251-tallia-farn/, [member="Maya Whitelight"], any other Jedi/Republic

Veles' stance allowed him to dodge her physical attacks by simply leaping back in short jumps, retracting the front leg and placing it back to quickly get out of the range of most of her attacks. Where that was not possible, the Mon Calamari swept his lightsaber and hit her incoming attack to stop it, then withdrew the blade from the lock and took a step back again. His left hand, massing the Force to counter Force-based attacks, reached out and released Force push against her Force wind, countering her telekinetic strike with his own and vastly reducing the effectivity of her attack. Years of training under a powerful Sith Witch really paid off. After their Force powers met, he quickly closed the distance again, two jogs towards the girl, the blade in his right hand prepared to strike. To the Mon Cal Sith's surprise, another Jedi joined the battle - and not on the Jedi side. Veles made no comment; right now, he wanted to kill a Jedi, not to talk with her. She's proven to be just like the others, meaning words had no use.

As a result of this, the young Jedi fell, both lightsabers away from her hands. Immediately using this opportunity, Veles raised his left hand and released the pure manifestation of the Dark Side out of his fingertips, purple stream of energy also known as Force lightning, letting the hate and anger out. The Force was a tool, albeit a powerful one. The unprotected woman wouldn't have much of any way of deflecting this attack, and even if, she would most likely have to focus to counter it. If it hit her though, there was no chance for her to concentrate due to the incredible pain typical for Force lightning. One step closer and he was upon her, the blade in his right hand going for her chest, to deliver a deep and fatal stab while his other hand continued with its lightning onslaught to paralyse the Jedi brat.

A familiar voice suddenly appeared in his head, Veles knew who it belonged to. Maya, the pink skinned liar. She was near... Did she still believe she could get her son back when she wished to sacrifice him? Blocking her from his mind, the Mon Cal continued to focus on the task at hand.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location | Undisclosed location near the fiery remains of the collapsing Jedi Temple
Objective | Reveal a glimpse of where Kira is at to Talon, then begin to make her way to oversee the flaming ruins of what is left of the Jedi temple
Allies | [member="Vargent Nordii"] | To a degree [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Darth Shara"]
Enemies | [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
Music Selection | Sweet Dreams


It was there. A cry of despair that went echoing in the midsts of her mind, just at the edge of her hearing. T’was not of the blonde Jedi, nor that of the Zelosian in despair before her, but another.

Another who was watching with growing anxiety and fear.

While she did not show it, within the ever watchful eye of the oracle’s mental abilities, her attention drew but just for a moment to narrow in suspicion. Like sonar, it was as if the visions had bounced back only to resonate in their wake. In the manner only another Chosen of Vahl could possibly do.

That watchful eye narrowed, only to slam down the proverbial mental walls to shut out the other seer. How dare they attempt to view that which the Goddess and the Dark Lord bestowed upon her?!

Whoever they are, Isolda would soon smoke them out. But now was not the time. No. Now was the Glory to the Dark Lord, she thought as she saw Vargent’s aura slowly begin to shift from a silvery blue to a dark slate gray, stormy and turbulent like a coming storm.
Y͡es̷sss̨s̶ss……̷
Perfect. Everything was perfect.

Few knew that the Eye of the Dark Lord had Miraluka blood running through her veins along with the Vahla that gave her those prophetic visions. So when the Jedi Padawan came to her in submission of the Dark Lord’s vision, there was the most sweetest of satisfied smiles upon her vermilion lips.

That hand that had beckoned came to brush tenderly upon the newly turned acolyte’s cheek, a seemingly warm and proud expression upon the Darth’s face as it shone upon that of Vargent Nordii.

“T͟h͠e̢ ͝G͡o̷d̛de͘s͜s̡ i̵s m͟ost ̸p̀léa̕se҉d͟,̡ ́yoưng ̶No̵r̢d͢i͞ì ̀a͞nd̀ ̴t҉he ̢D̛ar̶k L͢o̴rd ̀śh̶all şh̀in͝e ̀upon̨ h̛i̶s̀ ̧bleśs͡in̡gs ҉o͝n ̨you.́ I w̶el̢co̵m͟e̛ y̨o̢u, ̧dear̢ès̡t̵, ̧to ͢t͢h̶e̢ ҉dawn̢ ̀of҉ ͘a new e͠r͘a͏. Yo̕uŕ ha͢nd shal͝l ͘hel̷p̵ ͞fo̧r͝g͘ȩ this ̨ģa͜l͝a̛x̵y ̵ínt͢o̧ ́th͠e o͞rder͏ i̕t́ ̕so d͢e̶s̕p̡er͢at́e͠ly̶ nee̛d̡s.̡”

It was then that Isolda’s dark head went swiveling over towards the Jedi Master laying prostrate upon the ground, watching with those swirling eyes as black as the void as he made his choice and turned his back upon the Jedi Order for the one.

There came an incline of her head. “ So be it ” It was then that the Eye of the Dark Lord slid her fingers from Vargent’s delicate cheek. The sleek whisper of fabric would kiss alongside her bare legs and armor as Isolda came to stand right before the Jedi Master.

“Bu͘t ͟no̶t̴ ́ g҉i͠f̛t ͝ fr̸om t̨he G̷odde͝s͟s̵ c͠o̴m͢es w͏i͏th͏o͝ut ̷ a̵ p̕ŕìc͢e…,” she said in warning, aware that Talon’s choice had been made, those dark inky tips of her fingers rising to his cheek, every inch that she drew closer brought curls of almost shadowy smoke rising from them. At this distance, Talon would be able to see the tattoos over her alabaster flesh pulse and slither like serpents under her skin, almost as if a live entity within itself.

There came the briefest of touches starting at his right temple, and at first it would feel warm to the touch, only to become increasingly hotter the longer she lingered.

It would burn.

Like flesh being seared with a brand, those very same tattoos that covered her hands and arms in an intricate pattern now being used as the very ink to transfer the images of the vision of the current location of Kira Liadain. Isolda, couldn’t after all, tell him all the various scenarios for where she might end up. It would likely break his mind ever further and be of no use to her.

No, with the Dark Lord’s mark upon the Jedi, Isolda would now be able to use him as her eyes, although it would not be without a price. A connection may wane in distance, and fleeting images and words could become confusing to decipher. But it would do; for now.

As the tattoo bore upon Talon’s flesh, he would see a medley of images that would burn within his mind, sweeping him in a vertigo whirlwind as if traveling through distant stars, various systems, and bodies of space. The edges of the vision would be blurry, as if seeing through a dark kaleidoscopic tunnel. More planets would whirr past, until freefalling into a particular planet of red earth, dust, and dry arid heat. Plateaus and mesas empty but of scare life would show in a bird’s eye view, until a blinding light would shock the senses to reveal a vague mental map of just where the one he so sought hung limply drenched in blood.

“Go͜ ̡ fo͟rth ̴ T̢a͢l̷on͡ Vos̡r̸a… as behind her the fiery remains of the distant Jedi temple illuminated her profile.

“Y͢our͟ de͝s̨ti̶ny aw͘a͏it͡s̨” she told him, as her hand fell back from the Zelosian’s temple, turning towards Vargent with a beckoning nod. At that instant, she felt a shiver of power resonate and run down her spine in an almost pleasure pain sensation of ecstasy.

It was a summon. The Dark Lord was pleased. A glance went out towards the Jedi Temple where the Dark Lord stood watching.

“ Come, He calls us to him. ” she told the newest One Sith Acolyte, extending out her hand for her to take into the shell of her own.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Undisclosed location near the crumbling temple
Objective: Draw [member="Darth Isolda"] 's attention
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"]

Rubble surrounded her, she reached up pushing off the loose stone while she focused the force around her to push off the rest of it. Everything stung, the Temple was starting to fall apart and the young Master had tried to keep the area she was in standing. The building was old and buckled whatever loose stone that clung to the wall fell. The screams of children echoed the halls as they ran from the room, Spencer had used the force to protect them, but the woman for some reason gave in and allowed the rubble to fall. The images of the brief memory flashed in her mind while she fought to break through the mess. A bloody hand reached out and finally felt the air of the Coruscant and finding strength she continued to push her way through. Robes torn and her hair a tousled mess, Spencer sat upon the destroyed room and took in a few deep breaths.


Once her chest stopped heaving heavily, she used her upper body to pull the rest of her limbs out of the hole she had created protecting herself. Sitting there she examined her frame making sure that she was okay and that she wasn't going to be a hindrance on the Republic. Looking up towards the open sky above her she watched as smoke filled the air – a nightmare one that she had seen several times in her dreams and meditations. Coruscant was to fall and that day was today. After mending some of her lesser wounds, Spencer walked down the rubble and surveyed the landscape. She felt the others fighting – there wasn't a clear winner, numbers seemed to be on both sides of the Force. She knew that the ideas that the Sith had been taken care of was foolish and the Jedi should have been beyond the fantasy of Good prevails all. Though, the dreams of children seemed to rule the Order. Her toes curled as she slid down the rubble and landed at the base of the somewhat collapsing temple. Feeling that the usual temple garments were going to weight her down, she removed the tunic and outer robe leaving her in a tight long sleeved undershirt. Tossing them aside she ignored the battles around her, something was in the air and she needed to find it.


Standing at the base of the rubble she inhaled deeply, the air tasted rotten, filled with death and soot. Fighting back a cough she needed to silence the area around her, she knew what she felt was something very quiet – from some who was like her. Someone who didn't make waves in the Force, no it was from someone who created ripples – but ripples that made a difference in the exchange of battle and with the force. Knowing this, she closed her eyes and allowed the Force to move about her giving her the ability to sense, to feel, and to understand. The world around her went quiet, the voices silenced while her mind shot through the webbing of the Force. Each being tied to one another through strands, thousands of strands wove together, finding one Spencer merely followed it through the maze until she stopped. A face flashed before her, but for just a moment. Throwing herself from the meditation, Spencer stumbled back for a moment a hand clenching her chest and once more attempting to catch her breath.


Was this face the face of death itself? Spencer drew in a deep breath and pulled her hair into a ponytail and wiped soot from her face. Brief moments of her nightmares when she was with the Empire had shown this woman's face. What did it all mean? Did the girl fortell her own destiny in finding this woman? Spencer did her best not to try to think to deeply into it, the Force worked on its own will and the mortals that followed attempting to twist it to their will weren't granted the ability to fully understand its will. Spencer turned to one of the standing towers and climbed it to get a better view of the battlefield. Standing there, she waited for the woman – she would seek her out, Spencer knew she was there. Deciding to try and draw the woman towards her, she sat upon the leaning tower and meditated. Doing so, revealed herself to those around her every ounce of her aura naked in the Force thus she would be easily found.

 

[Darth Naomi]

Location: In orbit
Objective: Cyber-warfare, occasional attempts at Orbital Bombarding on a rainy day, screwing up some random ship-trinket and then landing on the planet to do as much harm as possible
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Pubs, [member="Serenity"]

Man, my dog's tired as a dead horse, if you catch my drift. But I will continue the tale... So the girl said. Grandma, such white blind eyes you have. Why, they're better to force-see you with. Such nimble fingers you have. Better to type with, sweetie. Such big farking space guns you have! All the better to blow that useless duraminium can on the surface down to whatever abyss it crawled out of with, my dear!
And with that Naomi's own and a number of surrounding ships unloaded their heaviest of cannons targeting a very specific location on the surface, but let's get to it, first what happened before.

Immediately after realizing what she was dealing with the young Sith female started her work on attempting to track where the virus had come from. At this point she did not know it was a whole bloody AI she was fighting and maybe she would have on her own, but that was not needed as her opponent was clearly making their own steps. Suddenly another shock of cyber attack happened, when like half of Coruscant tried to hail the ship, or get some kind of response from it. Yeah, of course the computer couldn't handle the dummy requests. In the ambient of exploding circuits Naomi worked on setting up a temporary firewall to prevent these kind of bursts again. At the same time, using any free moment, she would reach out with the force and get her datapad, which she would disconnect from the network and after flash-wiping it start her work on it. When the firewall was up, the ship's ability to relay any message to the surrounding ships was out. One up, one down, right? That is why she was working on her datapad as well. For a minute the ship was silent as the connection to the planet below was cut and the crew were wiping and resetting the system, to eradicate any remains of the infection. However, the Sith knight was having another job to do. She was climbing through a rather narrow passage to hook her datapad to the communications relay.

Her personal computer had quarantine enabled, so no funky viruses working in it and only a single program she had to execute once she was set. The origin of the attack came from the planet, which was quite an obvious give away for the attacker. Also the fact that no organic could adapt so effectively to Naomi's counter-measures she tried against the virus, meaning it was no virus, meaning she had her target. Once the ship's primary systems were fully rebooted, the program would execute and three nearby frigates received instructions to fire upon a power distribution facility next to the temple. It would not touch the battlefield, but the result would shake the ground mighty, dim three districts around the temple, itself included and prevent a back-up power for another twenty minutes. Darth Naomi felt a slight rumble as the ship unleashed several salvos at the target. She would route the sensor data to her little screen to find that the attacks had hit a sort of planetary shield enveloping the planet. Some rage there was - as she had completely forgotten about the thing. Of course the Republic capital had a planetary shield. In all her rage she kicked some random tube, which started spraying gas around. Figuring it better not to stick around in that choke tech hole, the Miralukan Sith quickly climbed out. A nearby console on the bridge confirmed the attack being completely negated and rather quickly Naomi reached a conclusion. She could not defeat her foe from here, she had to get down there. Giving commands to instruct other ships suffering from the cyber attack on how to set up proper counter-measures the Sith left the bridge heading to the bay where her private transport was parked.


In a few minutes a random Sith transport was prepped for her. She did not want to risk her Vector by passing through the planetary shield, so she decided to leave it with the fleet. Giving the final preflight commands to her co-pilot droid Naomi would take off and direct the ship towards the planet. You could say it was a bumpy ride, I suppose. When she was in the lower stratosphere, the ship diagnostic listed that the weapons were completely out, drives, life support and shields were barely functioning. Setting up a timed command the female would order her metal co-pilot to take the ship to her intended target of the orbital strike, the city's main power distribution center. When it was done and the shuttle neared its destination, Darth Naomi would leave the vessel, jumping out from well rather high. She would suffer no injury and after grunting because of a rough landing she would follow the ship with her mental eye, trusting the droid to take it to its place, where her program would execute, setting the ship's nearly toasted drives on overload, detonating and most likely leveling the building, or a good chunk of it. Unless somebody stopped it of course.

[Sorry for the wall of text. Two post's worth, can't be helped.]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Jedi Temple Steps

Marcello didn't really expect his action against [member="Darth Shara"] to have quite the effect it did, but he certainly didn't allow himself any amount of time to admire the resultant action. Now, the massive Sith Lord had transitioned from toying with him to focusing all of his efforts and attentions into killing him. Stellar...

Reeling slightly from the effect the blast had own his own body and the pain that was quickly beginning to swell down his entire left side, Marcello just barely managed to escape inevitable destruction at the colossal claws of Shara. Planting his free hand into the fractured cement, the Jedi Master pushed his body the opposite direction with all the strength he could muster.

With a somewhat clumsy speed, Marcello managed to roll the majority of his body away from the Sith Lord's attack. His legs narrowly escaped being sliced off, but his left arm suffered a deep gash from the Sith Lord as punishment for lagging behind the rest of his body. Pain immediately surged through Marcello's body as he deactivated his lightsaber and rolled on to his feet.

Leveling his determined glacier-blue eyes on the hulking monstrosity, Marcello snarled slightly as blood dripped from a rather large open wound on his left arm. For now, adrenaline was sustaining him, aiding in his ability to ignore the pain. Sure, he could have used the Force to try and heal himself or mitigate the pain, but it would waste precious energy he knew all too well he'd need. For now, he allowed the sensation to motivate him. The lingering reality of his failures began to surface once more. If he were to die today, he would have on thing in his life have been a success.

In a fluid motion, Marcello clipped the hilt of his lightsaber to his belt and raised both his hands. Allowing the Force to flow through him fully, Marcello focused on all that the Jedi stood for. They were here...he was here...gladly dying for the safety of others. His apprentice had died defending an Order he detested. His master had died defending a Knight, Marcello, that was not worthy of any sacrifice. Their deaths empowered him but not in the way it did a Sith.

Powerful blasts of white-hot Force Light erected from the palms of both the Jedi Master's hands. Quickly, its blinding aura filled the area and flooded the Force around the Temple with the power of the light-side. That said, his actions were directed solely at Darth Shara. It would be felt by all of his fellow Jedi just the same as he did what he could to expel the massive taint of darkness standing before him.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
[member="Ben Watts"]
[member="Daella Apparine"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Karen Roberts"]
[member="Ryan Korr"]
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
[member="Tallia Farn"]

 

[J3C0]

Jedi Temple Steps
[member="Marcello Matteo"]
Pain rolled through him, a pain that had had never felt before.

As the withering blasts of light struck him Shara could feel parts of his very soul being stripped away. The Darkside of the force began to peel from his very being, stripped away by the light. His eyes opened wide, and he let out a roar. There was no physical damage, his body remained in tact, but he could feel himself being pulled away, being torn asunder on the inside.

He shook his head, embracing the pain and letting the force flow through him anew. The Darkside battled the light, biting and burning his flesh and resisting the Force Light. His entire being began to shake as two spectrum of the force flooded him.

Pain turned into his entire being and he let out a massive Force scream before rushing at Marcello.

The massive Maelibus became a blur, pushing against the blasts of Force Light and dashing to the Jedi Master. As his soul was torn into bits Shara moved to end the Jedi, swiping his claws and lightsaber, biting at the man furiously, doing anything and everything he could do to end the Master. His left hand shot towards the mans leg, seeking to grab him, his left sliced the lightsaber towards the Jedi's torso, and his massive maw moved to decapitate the man in a single bite.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Jedi Temple - Archives
Objective: Defeat [member="Vilox Pazela"] and obtain Sith Holocrons
Opponent: [member="Vilox Pazela"]

As Vazela started to pry some more information from Albrecht, the proverbial storm going on in his head started to intensify, making it more difficult to progress further. His expression, formerly a blank stare, seemed to become strained, his fists clenching slightly. It seemed that, somehow, the Acolyte was fighting back, hard - there was a very real possibility that he might simply break free of the Mind Domination at any moment, quite a feat considering who he was up against. Even if he failed to fight back though, there wasn't much more that he knew about them, but there were other things that had nothing to do with them that he knew of that, should Vazela discover them, could be of great interest to the Sith Lord.

----

The Acolyte felt a grip upon his body, attempting to pin him down as his foe's lightsaber started to descend upon him. As the duel was completely real in his own mind, it seemed to him like his life was in imminent danger. He couldn't allow himself to die like this, not when his training had only just begun, not when he wasn't even close to obtaining his potential.

Fighting back against the Force Grip, he raised his weapons into a crossguard and blocked the incoming attack, but it was taking a lot to fight back both against the attack and against the Sith Lord's Force Grip. He knew that if he didn't do something quick, this was going to end very badly for him.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Down the first flight of stairs, by a fallen statue.
Objective: Don't kill the Padawans, kill Vornskr!
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"]

Right.

Although the only confusion would stem from her figuring out how to disarm them without causing them harm. From the moment Vornskr started scurrying from the statue, like a bug beneath a rock who had been disturbed, she kept her eyes trained on him. She saw him not advance toward her, but seem rather interested in a trio of Jedi. Two separated, and with a listless look, they turned towards her.

Panic tickled her throat, and she stiffened with worry. She was Master of this Order, and in that, it was her duty not to harm those that composed it. Even if she were just a Padawan, she couldn’t attack her own innocence. Cerulean swords activated once more and her arms rose to parry the two oncoming strikes. It was perhaps more dangerous than fighting a master of Vaapad like herself, because they had no form. Perhaps she could see some use of Shii-Cho and Soresu, but they were wild and not uniformed — she couldn’t calculate where they’d be next and could only weave her protective wall of plasma light to protect herself while not harming the two youths. She frowned deeply, creasing her brow with concern. Perhaps it was preying on whatever sliver of maternal nature Kiskla had, but she wouldn’t do anything to injure these innocents.

So, blue clashed against blue; her only reacting to their uncharted methods. The ground rumbled beneath their feet, thanks to [member="Marcello Matteo"]'s use of telekinesis against Shara. She did her best to keep her eyes above the swishes and on Vornskr; this was buying him time. Time she couldn’t afford him. A swipe against her bicep stung, and shook Kiskla back to the reality she was facing as the burn curled away her exposed flesh. She hissed and finally twisted backwards and upwards to land on the cracked, but elevated concrete. Her telekinetic hand stretched out again and she lifted the Padawans from their feet; containing their wriggling frames in a metaphysical, but gentle grip. It was like a mother dog holding her pups by the scruff. Her light eyes frowned and wove to intercept their minds. She started first with the furry one, some sort of animalistic alien. Inside, she saw the wriggling pink centipedes, and the cloud of darkness that blocked a part of his cerebral. Her eyes narrowed to slits, and she intensified her frown, using her free hand to physical gesture brushing away the influential cloud. He drooped in confusion, but resisted struggling — unlike his lizard friend. This Padawan proved different. His brain was small, and not to be navigated as a usual one would under the influence of persuasion. It took almost a minute for Kiskla to figure out which figurative strings to pull, and which wires to snip. Disoriented, he blinked rapidly. Kiskla didn’t drop her hold on them though — she moved them to the other side of the wall, out of the harms way of the Sith Lords here, and then dropped them. She heard them land and waited for them to launch themselves at her again.

They didn’t.

“Getting too uncomfortable to fight me on your own?” The blonde asked, twisting her blades in the air around her to refuel her adrenaline and momentum. She also needed to formulate a plan, and was currently busying herself with drawing in her focus so as to execute it. “That was low, Sith.”

 

[Arage Bao]

...and another one was taken by the sweetness of the Dark. Your sacrifice has been noted, dear dear Wolf of Dusk. Truthfully, it was surprising a man of such Force Capabilities was able to produce such an.. intriguing Scream of sheer Agony. But it only served to revigorate Jared’s thrill. Such sweet.. pain.

Then he decided to throw Force Lightning into the mix, some of it went into other directions. Subtly burning, and inflicting pain upon the innocent Jedi that were fighting Sith all around them. Such is the price of.. power. But some of it found it’s way into the open palms of the Glory-Song.

The cackling lightning touched base with the bare skin, and.. got absorbed. Skin cracked, and blackened but the Song of Glory merely laughed and laughed as his powers grew stronger. Tutaminis… handy thing to have.

Just as the Lightning got absorbed, more lightning rebounded out of the palm of Jared’s hand straight back to its former owner. But now enhanced by the Glory-Song’s power, its shape and color turned black and red. Cruelty itself, was its name.

While the mental barrage kept going.. and going.

[member="Astrian Callus"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance
Objective: Evil Tricky - ??? - Profit!
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Sopher Jakobs"]
Enemies: [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Battal Musik: "Most used piece of music ever for fights"

Vornskr chuckled as the Jedi Master disposed of his puppets without putting them down, the lengths they would go to protect the lives of the innocent. It was revolting really, and it only furthered his loathing of them. The weak were meant to be subjugated, that's why they were weak, and it was the duty of the strong to put them in their place. As was the laws of nature, the strong survived and the weak perished, but by herding the weak and lording over them did you create a society based upon the very fundamental laws of nature. What the Jedi did went against these laws, and thus they themselves were an abomination, and needed to be weeded out.

"Nonsense. A tactic is a tactic, and like your ability to exploit my armor, I've found a way to exploit your compassion and blind servitude to protect the innocent."

Vornskr remained weaponless, in the traditional sense, standing atop the flight of stairs with his arms spread wide as if preparing to welcome the embrace of a long lost friend. While Kiskla had been fighting his puppets, he had been gorging himself on the Dark Side in preparation for his next stage of attack upon her. "The mind is such a malleable thing, is it not? So easily contorted to our whims, whether that be the manipulations of the puppeteer, or the dogmatic, ignorant doctrines of the Jedi. The mind can be molded to fit ones needs, like I have done with those two boys you so expertly handled. But... I wonder... How long will you last against your own kind?" From Vornskr's fingertips snaked out incorporeal tendrils of darkness, slithering to pour into nearby Jedi padawans and knights, all who were inexperienced enough to be manipulated in such a fashion.

There were limits on what Vornskr could with his ability to manipulate the mind of lesser beings, as he could not control a literal army with his mind alone, but he could control a group and link their minds together with his in a hive-mind sort of sense. What he commanded, they all would do, and he could use his extensive knowledge of battle tactics and fighting to coordinate these less experienced puppets with tactics they would not know. However; should the puppeteer be taken out, then the webs connecting them all would vanish and they'd be set free. But, could Kiskla put an end to Vornskr's vile machinations before it was too late?

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Location: Jedi Temple Entrance | Down the first flight of stairs, by a fallen statue.
Objective: Don't kill the Padawans, kill Vornskr!
Allies: [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Nemeses: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Daella Apparine"] | [member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Sopher Jakobs"]


Here's hoping.

He did it again. She knew he would, from his self-righteous announcement. Kiskla watched them turn like a school of fish on her, and her jawline hardened with agitation. Of course his own mentality was impenetrable, how perfectly irritating. He was a puppeteer setting a stage, and Kiskla wanted nothing more than to draw the curtains. She watched them advance, almost zombie-like at first. Her grip clenched and she took a slow, deep breath. She had the higher ground still, which was an advantage -- she could watch them as long as they moved. The hexed hex of them now picked up speed, and Kiskla glanced briefly at her arm where her skin still sizzled. She considered blasting them toward Vornskr, but then they could be skewered by him. She shivered at this predicament and lifted her right arm as the students advanced toward her. Without warning, a chord stretched out from the operative bracer she wore and wrapped around the shoulders of three. Their blades swung wildly to cut through the fiber cord to no avail, because Kiskla had wrenched back her arm to drag the students full-force into the concrete wall. Again, she apologized, but it dazed them enough to render them useless for the time being. She would sincerely need to make it up to them; but now they were too dazed to act against her, or get involved with a fight against a Sith that would slaughter them. A concussion was the lesser of two evils. She pressed a button, and the chord snapped from her wrist and dropped the connection; while remaining tied around their shoulders. A cleansing wave rolled over them, as she had done to the former two students.

The remaining three continued to advance, picking up speed. One even leapt to the skirt of the fallen statue, and Kiskla moved to race up the slant of the cement to reach Vornskr's level. They tailed her, and she rolled her shoulders; looking quite serious beneath a veil of dust and dirt. She could attack Vornskr again, but she needed to knock him down a notch. This was dragging out, and she was growing more and more irritated. With a deep breath, the young woman focused on her connection with the light side, wholly ignoring the demon trapped in her bracer. Because of that hitch, she wasn't the best at this, but she was good enough.

A cleansing breath, and she clipped her lightsabers back behind her back in preparation as the Knights and Padawans skipped after her. Then, from her core through to her palms extended a brilliant glow. She drew the Force into herself, breathing life into her bones and muscles. It's breath was chilly and cold, powerful while immensely painful as it manifested in a divine expulsion. A vortex of raw energy washed out in a linear glow, bringing the Jedi Padawans and Knights to their knees in aghast. They clutched their chests as the darkness was cleansed from them in the most efficient manner she could think of. Then, she angled herself to hit the trio still tied. Then, she leapt from her position, and braced her palm against the back of her hand for an additional conjuring, and directed the Force Light toward Vornskr. This tunnel was directed to his presence in the darkside, the very one that was causing him to rot; a weakness she'd detected with her shatterpoint. And now she intended to expose it. Step by step, she drew nearer to Vornskr with her muscles taut; cells exploding with the brilliance demanded of them. Bits of exposed flesh glowed, and her blonde hair whipped behind her as if it were caught in a wind tunnel. She looked positively celestial and angelic, (save for the blood, cuts and dirt) while she brought hell to Vornskr; hoping to suffocate his sithly core.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Location: Escaping the Meditation Chambers. Getting to the High Council Chambers Maybe.
Alies: [member="Erinyes Draclau"] @A'dele Adonai

It had taken Avalore quite a bit longer to get to the meditation chambers than expected. Dodging bodies and fighting against the fatigue of her body, the young Healer made it through the doors just in time for the whole world to start rumbling. With a cry, Avalore staggered against the door frame and fell to her knees, wincing not at the pain of a now-split-knee, but at a striking surge through her midsection.

"Nyah!" Avalore held her belly, "Not now McPuff, NOT NOW."

She tried to get back to her feet, but the bucking of the ground beneath her was making the top-heavy Padawan bounce around like a beach ball tossed on a parachute in kindergarten gym class. Very suddenly visions of that last Sith assault on Coruscant, the one where Mark had saved her from Master Sidian's fear attack, came flooding back. Avalore shut her eyes tightly, gasped, and called for help.

"Avalore!"

Brown eyes flared open and looked towards the owner of the voice, "Master Draclau!" another attempt to get to her feet failed, Avalore blinked through the falling debris and dust. She didn't see the Master change and gave a shrill yip as very suddenly a massive hand scooped her up, "Master Draclau! ....Master Draclau?"

"We must hurry, young Eden. Hold on tight!"

When a giant creature tells you to hold on tight, you're best served doing just that.

Avalore held on tight, awkwardly wrapping her arms around the giant Master's ... arm, and gave a nod, grimacing as she was hauled off her feet.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Sith flank
Objective: Enact Plot Twists Galore
Allies: Alen Na'Varro, Darth Veles
Enemies: Tallia Farn, Popo, any other Jedi/Republic

This was his friend who he now stood over, watching as some Mon Calamari he didn't know assault her, and he didn't care. Memories flooded back, years of genetic conditioning, preparation for the day that was bound to come, today. There was no internal conflict, perhaps this really was him, the one who Tallia knew, who everyone knew, had been a mask he didn't even know he was wearing. But he knew now.

As lightning shot forth to engulf his friend he didn't move, he simply watched, turning on his heel momentarily to stop the blow of a padawan who bore witness to his betrayal. He caught the blade with one saber and ran the young Ithorian through with the other. Tallia would've seen that, she'd have seen him kill another Jedi in cold blood and without remorse.

His thoughts wandered, how ironic this was, he'd spent so long pulling his brothers from darkness only to discover he'd been a part of it for oh so long. He'd have laughed if it wasn't so painful. As the padawan slumped over, he pulled his saber free, turning back to where Vesles was eradicating his friend.

 

[Darth Vazela]

Location: The Jedi Archives
Opponent: [member="Albrecht Tagge"]
Objective: Find out who the Sith Lord ([member="Darth Isolda"]/[member="Darth Shara"]) behind the attack is. Defeat [member="Albrecht Tagge"]

Darth Vazela could feel the Sith Acolytes resistance and found him wanting. Impressive as it was, it was futile. Perhaps in a few years, with a little more experience and training, [member="Albrecht Tagge"] would be able to resist such a technique upon his mind; and whilst this writer feels bad for stating such a thing, it was obvious. Vazela had the skill and ability to manipulate the dark side to blind the entire Jedi Order to his intentions. Now he was using his primary skill, which was the ability to twist and manipulate the minds of others, on a Sith Acolyte.

Albrecht stood no chance, unfortunately.

Draining the information into his own memories, from which he would have ample time to understand in due course, (and with the help of [member="Albrecht Tagge"]'s writer, who will be a darling and write about what Vazela now knew, in order to help Vazela's writer what to write next) the Sith Lord utilized the Dominate Mind to twist Albrecht's mind in a way in which he would believe he had been victorious over a Jedi Master by the name of Gi Seirr, but had subsequently succumbed to the injuries he had sustained from their duel. Currently unknown to the Sith Acolyte, Gi Seirr (an NPC) was a Jedi Master who had died during the Battle of Charros IV, at the hands of [member="Darth Ayra"]. It was the perfect cover story because Gi Seirr was already dead and there wasn't anything other than Vazela, and the unlikely chance of Albrecht remembering the truth, to remind the Sith Acolyte of what actually happened.

Lowering his outstretched hand that had been the subsequent guide to Vazela's temporary control of Albrecht's mind, his other hand spun the ignited Lightsaber down into the path of the Sith Acolyte, just as the technique began to dissipate, so as to give Albrecht real injuries, in order to give support to the facade that Vazela created.

The alternate fight, and perhaps, ending...

Vazela's guard broke under Albrecht powers. "Gi Seirr" fell to his knees, as the Sith Acolyte broke the Force Grip and unleash an ending strike to the "Jedi Masters" chest. As he fell to his back, "Gi Seirr" murmured. "It didn't have to be like this. It, really, didn't..." Then he expired at the feet of Albrecht. A fitting victory and no doubt, despite it being a lie, a brilliant motivator for Albrecht to continue his rise in the dark side.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

LOCATION: Outside Temple Ruins, Undisclosed Location
ALLIES: [member="Darth Isolda"], [member="Talon Vosra"] to a degree
ENEMIES: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
OBJECTIVE: Follow Isolda, learn more of this future.
Slowly her heart shifted, the aura she held inside her starting to burn with grey ferocity, red flashes striking out behind it. Images of a glorious future seemed to be burned into the back of her mind. Oh how she wanted that. Peace, order, justice. It would come. She knew it. And now she had the chance, a real chance, to help bring it. A soft smiled appeared on the former Padawan's face, deepening as soft finger's graced her cheek. The sensation left as quickly as it had came. Yet still the joy lingered. Then Vargent turned her attention to the one called Talon, watching him as he his soul cried out. He was conflicted, worried, angry. But those feelings were what drove him to do what he had to. There was someone he needed to protect. Now he had the means to do so. "Yes mistress," she said quietly, allowing Isolda to take her hand. Part of her wished to ask more about the future, about what was to come. Something told her she would find out soon enough, so she held her tongue. For now.

 

[RC-1025]

Location: Senate Building
Objective: Figure Out Next Objective
Allies: Republic, Serenity, [member="Aika Kawakami"]
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Darth Naomi"]
Music: Finish the Fight - Halo 3 ST

RC-1025 simply stared in the direction of the failed orbital bombardment until he received a call.
"This is Aika Kawakami, Silver Jedi Knight. I'm attempting to move a large group of people, but they can't remain here. We need assistance, an evacuation. Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone that get these people out of here?"

The Commando looked to the troopers in the gunship. "What's the status on the Senators?" he asked.
"We're done evacing. Everyone accounted for," a trooper said.
"You hear that message?"
"Yes sir."
"Go help her out!"
"Roger sir!"

RC-1025 walked over to the gunship and said over the comm, "[member="Aika Kawakami"], this is RC-1025. Gunships have been sent to support you, out."
He then hopped in and said over the comm to the pilot, "Pilot, go to where the bombardment was targeted. We may have to evac the staff and I want to know why it was targeted."
"A power distribution center is there sir," said the pilot, "The target was most likely that."
"Then let's get over there!" yelled the Commando.
"Right away sir," was the reply.

The gunship lifted into the air as they flew toward the power distribution center. On the way they saw a One Sith transport heading that way also. Being an enemy ship and a transport that could potentially be carrying lots of angry Sith, the pilot fired on the craft with lasers while he tried to achieve missile lock.

 

[HK-36]

Location: In front of the Temple
Objective: Fighting the Sith, Darth Vindica, and hunting Sith Spawn
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], Bluejay Ungolfen, Iron Company troops and Aedan Miles' Droid Company
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"], [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Sir, we have enemy bombers incoming.

HK received notification into his built-in communication unit from the Captain of one of the Starfighter squadrons he has brought with his Company for cover and escort.

We are moving in to engage them.

The Captain would add soon after, HK responded back silently in an Instant Voice Message.

Roger that.

As the droid watched the Sith and his guards get thrown back he sent out a string of commands to the communicators of his troops. The Iron Company was a company only in name currently, HK has went through plenty of efforts to expand their numbers as well as armory, like his freelancer and mercenary recruitment around Corellia. Either way, the Company would be ordered to loosen the formation as they battled, and seek cover where they could. Of course, often that would be a luxury they did not had as many of them were already engaged in melee with the Sith Knights, but it would minimize the losses they would take as result of the bombing run, the Sith were not the only ones in the air. HK brought his own starfighters, and it sure seemed that Aedan helped them out in air-superiority as well. Plus there would be all those Republic security ships flying about. That bombing run would be a suicide mission for the Sith, if they would even make it as far as launching their bombs in the first place.

As the Jedi Temple before them began to shake and crumble, HK summoned his dropships, not for retreat, but to help the Republic and his company in moving any wounded. Although, due to his soldiers' position in front of the temple, they would be more or less outside of the radius of explosion.

Either way,
As the Sith flew back and their shatterpistol salve missed, HK grabbed one of his Anti-Force User grenades, this one loaded with the infamous Force-Breaker gas. The droid threw it into the ground in front of him, a cloud of yellow-green obscuring gas would envelop the immediate area about him, thankfully his troops were equipped with infra-red sensors, they were familiar with the gas, as they used it often, and the battlefield was large enough to provide smoke cover for HK and his guards' movements without really obscuring the field for anyone else.

Inside the cloud, the five droids would spin quickly as they grabbed the edges of their grey cloaks, wrapping themselves in their material, their chameleon cloaks would activate, a gift the droid received from Sarge on Endor and since then ordered more, making them disappear from sight. Thankfully, the droids were not as easy to sense through the Force, as they were not part of it, neither were they Force-Dead to be detected by lack of Force in their presence. They were more or lass just background noise in the Force.

So, if Vindica wanted to hunt the droids, he would have extremely hard time doing so as he could not find them, their lightsabers deactivated and their silhouettes hidden from sight in the embrace of their chameleon cloaks. But the droid sensors do not forget face or shape so easily to lose track of it just by the target being thrown about. It would be Vindica and his guards who would be hunter.

Or Ven, since the writer promised her a duel, if she would get away from her Sith group.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Front of the wrecked Temple
Objective: Mayhem
Allies: HK-36, [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"],

Siobhan would likewise have received the same notification about the bombing run due to being tuned in to the comm channels the Iron Company used. The Protectorate forces might not have brought an army - though how a Sith remnant that until recently had been a nonstate actor and terrorist organisation had been able to both muster one undetected and slip past what should be very substantial planetary defences boggled the mind - but they had substantial air cover over the battlefield. The Iron Company soldiers could handle themselves as they performed evasive manoeuvres as orderly as they could given the circumstance, breaking formation.

Nonetheless torpedoes came shooting towards them, apparently the Sith were getting lucky on their suicide run even as the substantial fighter contingent in the air swarmed them. Releasing the statue she had been using to bash as if it were a club from her telekinetic grip so that it fell to the ground with a mighty thud, Siobhan gave herself to the Force as she drew upon her powers of telekinesis. She could not stop the torpedoes from impacting upon the ground and exploding, likewise sending them flying back to the Sith bombers, which would in all likelihood get wiped out by the fighters anyway, was not possible.

The air currents around her and the retreating Iron Company were twisted and manipulated as she exerted her will upon them, commanding them to bend to her command. In her grasp the air became a maelstrom of power, an overpowering swirling force that intensified with every moment that passed and blossomed into a telekinetic whirlwind.

As the torpedoes came shooting towards what would have been the centre of the formation of the Iron Company if it had not broken up, though the impact could still cause casualties, they would be violently engulfed by the whirlwind and seized, the wind seemingly howling. A look of intense concentration was written over her features, though these would be shielded since she was wearing a full set of armour that included a visored helmet that obscured her features that had beads of sweat dripping her forehead and temples, as she commanded the ever strengthening whirlwind to hold the torpedoes and then redirect them.

They were spun around and quite literally tossed away, impacting upon the fringes of the premise. Such was the force of the whirlwind that dead bodies of Sith and Omegan soldiers alike along with their weapons would be picked up and spun around, tossed to the winds. Siobhan grounded herself in the Force as the distant torpedoes exploded upon their impact, away enough from the Omegan soldiers for their retreat. The blasts were such that craters were torn into the ground, intense clouds of smoke billowing up into the air, the ground heaving and shaking beneath the force. Bodies of those who had perished in the battle before and found themselves in the blast would be torn to shreds. She was shaken by the explosions and almost lost her balance, being thrown a couple metres.

Then the Jedi Temple before them began to shake and crumble, brought down low by detonations more overpowering, its proud spires and towers crumbling. Siobhan did not have the time or the inclination to think about how this had transpired, whether through Sith who had snuck in, traitors among the Jedi ranks - apparently there were a number of those, but she would not know that at this stage. More to the point, she would not be wasting a thought about it. Such things happened in war and she had other things to think about.

She took a breath, stabilising herself as suddenly a cloud of yellow-green obscuring gas enveloped the immediate area before HK. She recognised it as the Forcebreaker gas he was so fond of using. Being at the rear - and now a bit further at that - Siobhan would not be in the immediate gas radius. Moreover, as had been said she was wearing a helmet anyway, so she would have not have to hold her breath to resist the force-leeching effects of the gas. HK and his droid bodyguards vanished from her sight, doubtless due to the chameleon cloaks she knew HK had received as a gift.

Well, if he was seeking a different game that was fine with her. Then suddenly Siobhan leapt into the air. High, very high as a matter of fact as she shot upward into the sky in a manner that might make one think of an organic rocket ship, moving to higher altitudes, though taking care to stay out of the way of the fighters. Force flight was an ability she had mastered and though it was quite energy-intense she was sufficiently capable of achieving sustained flight during a prolonged battle. It had served her well during the Fringe invasion of Atrisia, when she and Tricia had telekinetically battled each other while both flying, and against Vulcanus on Aurum.

As she shot up to her lofty heights and she glided in the air she gazed down upon the Sith, having line of sight again. Beneath her helmet her bionic eye flashed for a moment before resuming its human colour. Electricity cackled across the palm of her hand as she concentrated, the Force flowing through her. Rage, aggression, all these feelings called to her, but they were harnessed, channelled. It was not the anger that corrupted, nor the intention, it was the way it was used. So Siobhan gazed upon the Sith master and willed that there be lightning.

There was lightning. Lightning everywhere! Siobhan might not have specialised in it to the same levels as her telekinesis, but it was a power she had honed well. Her lightning split and arced around Vindica, to converge upon him like claws from multiple directions, aiming to engulf and fry him, fuelled by her power as it shrieked from her fingertips.