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

[Soeht]

As Oreluos’s soldiers searched for Jedi and Sith, Daella continued to move further into the Jedi Temple. She kept to the main hallway. The path would have led her to the main fighting. She eventually reached sight of a grand doorway between one part of the temple and the foyer that the Sith invaded. The carnage on the other side reached her ears.

A couple guards still walked beside Daella. They heard word of [member="Darth Vornskr"]’s assault.

“Troublesome,” commented Daella upon hearing the news.

Turning to the soldier at her right, Daella ordered what happened to be a Weequay, “Scatter. Avoid the Sith for now. They’ll be drawn to me - those that are this far in the temple, at least.”

They would have avoided @Albrect Tagge - giving him a relatively clear pathway to Daella as well.

 

[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 : Immersing herself into Battle Meditation for the closest group of Jedi she can find.
[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Vargent Nordii"]



Jedi Knight Librarian A'dele Adonai lashless eyelids were shut, the Zabrak healer drawing into her center, her focus, to immerse herself into the Force. This was her first step, honing just who was near the temple that she could give a boost of morale through Battle Meditation. sat in her seiza meditation position.

"There is no emotion," the words quietly fell from lavender tinted lips; a prayer, a supplication.

"There is peace." The mantra allowed her to focus. As it always did, despite the turmoil.

Seemingly like a beacon of purity, A'dele slowly began to draw the Force to spread out from her mind like a great sheet of fabric, touching as many individuals as possible so as to sense them first. Three Force auras soon bloomed into her mind. Padawans Marakai Al'Orren, Ryan Korr, and Vargent Nordii.

With this she would offer a measure of aid and a heightened boost of moral and intestinal fortitude for those that would need it the most, the padawans now fighting to defend the temple.

 

[Vulpesen]

This time, Vulpesen was prepared for the shots. As the force alerted him of the coming fire, he turned his body into a quick spinning flip, causing the majority of the bolts to miss him while his saber flicked to catch the rest. Bits of the chemical landed on him, but not enough to cause any major concern. This was ridiculous. Extending himself to his companions, Vulpesen sent about ten kreehawks to scan for [member="Dak Canton"] and attack the sniper. Go nature.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Coruscant - Senate Building

Tallia looked up from her tears when she heard, "Up on your feet, girl,". In a normal circumstance, the sight she beheld would have made her laugh. It wasn't every day that you saw an oversized slug from Nal Hutta decked out in body armor and wielding weapons. Normal Hutts didn't fight for themselves, then again, most normal Hutts would rather die than come to a law-abiding planet such as Coruscant.

Obviously, this wasn't a regular Hutt. Perhaps he wouldn't portray the stereotype typical of his species.

"Can you tell me the details of what's going on?" She was about to ask why he couldn't feel it, but realized the answer was simple.

"Not everyone is a force user, get your head on straight!" Her brain yelled at her. She sniffled, trying to contain her tears. "There's Sith. A lot of them. They hit the temple first, but I doubt they'll stop there... We need to evacuate the building." Her senses were finally returning to her.

"Also, can you drive a speeder?"

She nodded, giving a short but perfectly apt answer. "Yes."

[member="Popo"]

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Location: Ascending from the steps to the gunship
Objective: Pew pew

There was a battle cry from a super-awesome-super-decked-out-in-super-awesome-gear-running-at-the-bad-guys-screaming-like-a-madman-because-he-was-running-out-of-room-for-this-joke from the bottom of the steps. Havoc squad. Doc himself was carrying a CZ-840, loaded with the handy-dandy and aptly-named BANG slugs. Boom. Dead Sith. Boom. Dead Sith.

Doc and his men charged onward, blasters firing, guns a blazin' Havoc squad a havocin'. All in good fun, really. He turned towards an incoming Sith, using his shoulder to truck him, before placing the shotgun all up in his gut and then his guts were all up in his face. Doc waved them off.

"COMO ESTAS PENDEJOS?"

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Skyscraper overlooking Jedi Temple
Objection: Presently unknown

...he'd arrived on Coruscant days ago, mingling with the local populace and disappearing, moving down into the lower levels below the countless skyscrapers that rose upwards beyond imagination and ensuring he'd be unknown until the time was right. When the Sith arrived it was time. He'd ascended, all the way to the top, onto a skyscraper with a view of the Jedi Temple. No one saw him coming, no one heard him coming. His time before the invasion was well spent gathering all the proper authorizations, forged, that would allow him access to the areas of the building he'd chosen with activating any alarms. No time was wasted when the fighting began...

...the skyscraper overlooked the Jedi Temple at a distance. Ronan moved into a room near the top of the building and located a balcony. It was the perfect vantage point. Already dressed in a layer of camouflage armor which he'd activate as he moved out into the open the light would have bent around him; concealing everything except the DRX-6 Disruptor Rifle he'd brought with him. An invaluable item. Outfitted with a zoom scope as well as an infrared lens Ronan ensured that he could pick out the Jedi and the Sith from a secluded area well away from the battle while remaining unseen. Natural cover near the top of the skyscraper as well as provided by his camouflage armor ensured he'd be difficult to see at almost any range. He'd worn armorweave underneath and brought an assortment of other items, like his vibroblade and grenades, with him incase a closer confrontation was unavoidable though...

...at the moment Ronan was steady, concealed, and unmoving as he leveled the Disruptor Rifle over the side of the balcony. Pressing the butt of the rifle against his shoulder he'd lean in and look through the zoom scope attached to the rifle. Taking a breath the Assassin slowly started scanning the exterior of the Jedi Temple, he was taking his time, looking for the right shot and knowing he didn't want to reveal himself before the perfect opportunity presented itself. One of his hands would slide backwards momentarily, he'd switch the safety on the Disruptor Rifle off, and then taking a breath Ronan continued to wait...

...he was overwatch as much as he was a sharpshooter able to relay positions he saw to the Sith on the ground from his vantage point.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Inner Jedi Temple
Objective: Crush errythin'
Tags: [member="Daella Apparine"]

Vornskr yanked his blade out from one of the Republic soldiers, his body flopping to the ground to join those who had died before him. The hallway was quickly beginning to pile up with the deceased, but Vornskr paid them no mind after the had hit the floor, and continued on through the halls to corner his prey. The path ahead of him was soldier-free, and he deducted that either the Jedi was on to him and was accepting of his unspoken challenge, or all of the guards had been preoccupied at the main battle, leaving the Sith Lord to roam as he wished. He suspected the former to be more likely, he doubted the Jedi, heretical as they were, to leave all sections of the temple devoid of protection in the event of a battle.

He was getting closer now, he could feel it. His senses were on high alert, probing all around him to discover the exact location of the Jedi, "Come out, come out where you are. No use hiding, I will find you soon enough." For the moment he deactivated his lightsaber, and continued to creep along the path towards the Jedi, eager to face her.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

JEDI TEMPLE:


Steps; Fighting [member="Ryan Korr"]; Allied With Sith:
Now now... this was getting rather interesting, wasn't it? The Jedi quickly jumped over her, slashing his blade down her back. Ven's movement had carried her forward, but not enough to fully dodge the strike. Blue sparks tore into the durasteel. This armor wouldn't be usable after today, that was sure. Unleashing yet another primal roar she snapped around. Black eyes littered with specks of yellow focused on the jumpy junior. Seemed like he was a feisty little thing. Would this battle end up like Oberyn Martell and the Mountain? Probably not, considering that's the wrong fandom for this special event. Plus, the young man held a glowstick, not a spear. To many differences. "You're angry, aren't you? You see the corpses of your friends, your allies. And you want to get revenge. I DARE YOU TO HATE ME!" Ven leaped forward, her powerful muscles shooting her forward with surprising speed (for someone of her size). Quickly she used her blade to swipe at the 'midget' in front of her. Then she took a step back, entering a defensive position. She would toy with her prey. Strike, pull back, repeat.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Jedi Temple Main Entrance
Objective: Kill Jedi
[member="Vulpesen"], [member="Dak Canton"]

As the Jedi Master Jumped, Kentarch pressed forward. As Vulpesen retreated, two Jedi jumped to take his place, assaulting the Sith with vigor. The first Kentarch killed with a quick slash of the Lightsaber. The man’s head rolling from his shoulders. The second Jedi he pulled to his off-hand and caught him by the throat, with quick twist he snapped his neck and dropped him dead to the floor. He noticed the Jedi then take fire, and turned to find the source, a mando apparently. Kentarch pointed to [member="Dak Canton"]. “YOU! Fight someone else!” And turned back to face the Jedi Master.

“Tell me, are you afraid to face your destiny Jedi. Do you cower in fear in the presence of true power? Or will you stand and face me like a man.” His tone still ominous and calm, he pointed his saber at Vulpesen as he spoke as a challenge.

 

[Darth Armyss]

The Acolyte carefully snuck his way through the cavernous corridors of the Jedi Temple, taking care to stay out of sight of any soldiers he came across and of course, failing that, simply ran them through with his vibrorapier before they could call out for help. That being said, this only helped to a slight degree, as Albrecht had never been to the Jedi Temple in his life, and it didn't take long for him to find that he was practically walking in circles through the eerily empty halls.

"How the hell do the Jedi manage without a map?" he growled when something made him stop: the sound of footsteps, but not the heavy bootclad footfalls of a Republic trooper. Peeking around the corner, he saw [member="Daella Apparine"] , the Jedi Master that had led the troops into the temple right before he had been shot down. She was facing away from him, he noted, never having seen such an opportune target until now. After all, how often did one have the chance to ambush a Jedi Master?

Carefuly, he stepped out from the shadows and drew out his vibrorapier, the blade lacking the distinctive hum of traditional vibroweapons due to its frequency being in the ultrasonic range. Staying light on his feet, he slowly closed the distance, then, at barely a stone's throw away, he broke into a sprint, raising the weapon in his right hand so that it pointed towards her, preparing to impale the Master that had been caught unawares...or was she?

 

[Marcus Tritum]

LOCATION: Disembarking transport at the Jedi temple
ALLEGIANCE: Fringe Operative aiding Sith
TARGET: [member="Vulpesen"]

Alright, so there I was minding my own business, pumping rounds at some Jedi, when all of a sudden about a million bird-things come out of nowhere to dive bomb me. I mean, these things were everywhere. Scratching at my arms, pecking at my face. These things were gigantic too. Fortunately, I wore some rather thick armor made from one of the strongest materials in the known galaxy. The fowl attack - ha ha - skidded off the plating. They began to wise up pretty quick and started goin' for the openings in my armor. One of them pecked savagely at my neck, nearly tearing through the terentatek leather.

Swearing things that I can't repeat in PG-13 company, I dropped the 836 and let it hang from the shoulder sling, then I whipped out the pistol on my right thigh holster, a Blas Tech Ripper. Full auto blaster pistol. Hell yeah baby. I lit 'em up like an Ewok on the Dreadstar. Birds started dropping as I fired blindly. They pulled back, leaving a bunch of their number scattered on the floor. I glanced at the corpses. The Ripper lived up to its name. Red gore made the ground slick with raptor blood. I stuffed the pistol back in the holster and leveled the rifle at the remaining birds. Three of 'em were left.

I flipped a switch and turned it to single fire. Pop. Pop. Pop. Three consecutive hits. Each bird lit up like a torch and went squawking around the Great Hall with a terrible ruckus. Grumbling more non-PG-13 words, I leveled my rifle back at the Jedi Master who I felt somehow had a hand in this. I got to one knee for better stability and started popping away, still in single fire. Four shots shrieked toward the Jedi.

Some Sith guy started yelling at me. Well whatever. I didn't take orders from him. 100% pure non-mando me in my Republic Commando-esque armor continued to shoot at the hostile. "No can do, sir." I said over the report of my rifle.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

JEDI TEMPLE, CORUSCANT
OBJECTIVE: SNEAK ATTACK, SLUT
COMPANY: [member="Xalus"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Vulpesen"]

Ring-a-ding-ding, it's Hannibal time.

The personal stealth field generator that had kept Hannibal obscure since he arrived flickered off, revealing him once again. He was not, however, where he had been standing before. Hannibal had taken the opportunity to relocate himself into a flanking position while his target was busy flipping through the air like a magical gymnast. It was easy to escape the detection of Force Users when they didn't know to look for you. It was even better then they were focused and you were invisible to the naked eye.

To other observers, Hannibal simply just popped into existence behind Vulpesen, CZ-840 leveled at the Jedi's back. Just a shotgun that could easily punch through durasteel at this range. There was no warning, no witty one-liner. Just a man with a shotgun taking an opportunity against a Jedi who was presently focusing on telepathic communication with animals. Definitely not someone who would be looking out for hidden enemies. Hannibal squeezed the trigger while the Jedi was still "extending" himself to his companions, sending a duo of 12 gauge VENOM slugs roaring from the barrel and towards the Jedi's back.

He probably wouldn't take the hit. They never did.

 

[Tefka]

Objective: Storming the shores of Manarai / Battle of Monument Plaza
Location: Approaching the gates of Manarai Heights District, located in the Western Sea.
Accompanied By: Umate Radicals, One Sith, The Horde, and a melting pot of criminals.


Several Months Before

" Warchief,

We'll require the following sum of Republic credits to pay for the quantity of Umate robes required to distribute to your men. Enclosed you'll find the dates of transports available for straggler boarding. Additionally, we'll require a overhead cost for procuring our services in ensuring safe travel for-"

"Hrosha-gul," a deep voice rumbled from the dark crevice of the Obelisk on Yuuzhan'tar. "Do-ro'ik vong pratte, kane a bar."

The massive figure of the four-armed Warchief emerged into the Warmaster's Escalation Chamber, dark tendrils of tattooes crawling across his violet and red tinged skin.

"Provide the discussed amount. Inform Prefect Degaara to begin preparations."



A Few Hours Ago

"Yes, Yun-Amon."

The Myrshavong had been kneeling in his Escalation Chamber for quite some time, speaking with an unknown entity. It was during these times that the Horde would feel most convinced that the Warchief could indeed convene with the Gods. Who he was speaking with, and their true origin, was unknown - but it was enough that the Warchief asked for absolute discretion and privacy from his personal Blood Guard.

They stood silently outside the makeshift Escalation Chamber which resided in the bowels of one of the artificial islands located in the Western Sea of Coruscant. The Horde had been congregating here in secrecy for quite some time.

The Warchief emerged from his chamber.

"The time is now. Ready the legions."


Now

The Vangaak the Warchief rode in the depths of the Western Sea was slow. It was a crippled abomination, a shadow of a war long past that had somehow survived throughout the four hundred year darkness here on Coruscant. Despite them having many working submersible vessels provided by many anti-Republic factions of Coruscant, Tsavong demanded he only be transported in the Yuuzhan Vong creature.

"Breaching, Warchief."

"Breach."

"500 yards until shoring, Warchief."

"I'm the first to step foot on Old Yuuzhan'tar," Warchief Kraal was referring to Coruscant - it had been named Yuuzhan'tar by the Yuuzhan Vong when they conquered the planet 800 years earlier. He looked around the compartment at his Blood Guard. They stood ever silent.

He gripped his two amphistaffs, the serpents slithering around his massive form as if moving chains.

"For the Horde," he said somberly, yet a fire rushed through his eyes.

The vessel shored up on the beaches of Manarai, the massive gates of the district looming in the distance. The massive toothless maw of the Vangaak opened wide, and from it poured a massive wave of crimson and violent monsters, each raising dragon-headed serpents above in the air as they rushed the beach in force. It was an ambush - there was little to no defense on the beach, save for the watchstanders that stood upon the walls of Manarai District.

Alarms started blaring.

The Horde answered with the pounding of drums.

 

[Soeht]

In just a little bit of time, Daella stood before the doors to where many Sith and Jedi fought. Just a few more feet and she could have joined the fray. As [member="Darth Vornskr"] spoke out, Daella just turned her head back a bit. She did not have a lightsaber in her hand. She also stood alone.

From the corner of her eye was the figure of [member="Albrecht Tagge"]. She took a sharp step to her right as he sprinted forward. She managed to avoid his vibrorapier by inches. She pivoted off her foot to swing around at Albrecht’s backside. She stretched her palm out toward the Sith.

A telekinetic Force push mustered by Daella attempted to push Albrecht forward and through the door to the grand foyer. It would have been hardly lethal force for a normal humanoid, yet it could bring great pain.

 

[Maya Carrick]

JEDI TEMPLE: EVACUATING YOUNGLINGS AND VISITORS:
DORMITORIES: Erinyes Draclau

Flying is what she did, only to finally get her lightsaber one that had just made leaving her sister blade behind at the temple for other reason. With a snap his the blueish glow the sound of the hum of her lightsaber came to life. Fighting her way to here the younglings beng evacuating, looking at @Erinves Draclau giving her a nod before speaking, Greetings I'm one called Maya Whitelight of the sliver order, I'm here to help in aid of protection getting these younglings and other innocents out of harms way, i have a ship waiting to take as many as I can in the underworld hidden by a cloak.

 

[Helios]

Location: Jedi Temple


In the beginning there was darkness.

It is how all stories commence, and after then, came the light, impervious and honorable, something which has never been questioned..and yet, what if it was not the way? What if light preceded darkness instead – Illuminating and harsh, cruel and unrelenting? Then the shadows formed, creeping in to allow those moments of repose needed, to allow for solitude and solace – Could that not too be the case? It was only with the steady creep of time that light became attributed to all that was benevolent and virtuous, with the soothing and indiscriminate darkness to be blamed for all that was reviled in the galaxy, the darkness, which did not judge..

A quirk of the lips. A wry thing. Barely a smile, closer to a sneer coupled with an inquisitive glance, threatened the Lord of Shadows' stone-like visage - a front that held a mind lost in thought.

Aureate eyes inspected Coruscant's 'terrain', fire paved across the buildings and streets beneath him. A complete lack of emotion forever present in the aged Sith Lord's face as he watched Acolytes on the surface cut down soldiers and the like. Despite the war-enticed image of the bloody battle erupting at the moment however, he could feel them,and their odius presence of the lightside attempting to crack the radial bulwark of twilight the One Sith presented them with at their doorstep. The Jedi grew ever closer to their death with each moment, tangled in a web of impending, ephemeral lives, gone within but a blink of an eye. Countless years had passed by since Coruscant's hindmost sacking. Scurrying like rats within a maze he could see them from his elevated position, deaf to The Dark Lord's vision, to a movement adverse to a galaxy that writhes in chaos and disorder. So avaricious, so caught in their own insignificant struggles they failed to anticipate what would come, a necessary development, paved by way of The Dark Lord’s vision. War.

Nearing the Jedi Temple, the descending transport marked his time to move – Despite the chaos that erupted outside the vessel. Dual sliding doors on either side of the transport flew open, revealing the battle in a broader view. Helios grabbed an affixed bar of the transport's interior as his remaining hand retrieved his saberstaff from his belt bringing to life a single blade, deflecting shots fired in his direction. As the ship neared the ground the sound of an anti-vehicle weapon pierced the vicinity, sending a rocket towards Helios' ship. He slipped into the torrent of darkness welling within his being as his hand arose to create a wall of force energy, lips curling in a snarl as he raised his silver head, his face no longer obscured by a curtain of hair seemingly conspiring to impair his vision.

The Eldorai exhaled softly, a sound twinged with melancholy; an ever-present trait rarely beheld from a Sith, especially when compared to his mostly rage-driven brethren. His nose flared and his torso tensed, contracting muscles as the missile slammed into his projected shield and exploded. Heat, carried by the moment of the missile's explosion flared Helios' nose whom in turn lightly exhaled as the ship finally touched down. Golden eyes glanced fleetingly along the length of the turmoil affected landscape before focusing on the fathomless temple ahead of him– Their lack of perception and shared deafness to the Dark Lord almost staggering, yet in the Sith Lord's eyes they had the capacity to become instrumental deaths in this moment of history. His booted feet advanced, as the transport behind him lifted off of the ground and flew away.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

LOCATION: Jedi Temple, Main Entrance
ALLEGIANCE: Jedi
TARGET: @Ven'Rain Sekairo

Hate? Ryan struggled to maintain his immersion in the serene folds of the Force. Those blanketed clouds of grace were quickly turning into thunderheads. He could not turn aside the feelings that washed over him, each pang the death of a Jedi. Some of them he knew. He stared back into the monster's obsidian eyes and felt the anger bubbling inside him. Korr craved to stretch out and touch the aphotic miasma of energy the promised such power.

The monster struck, a powerful blow that nearly battered through his defensed. Ryan's block sent up sparks and the stench of ozone mixed with the scent of burnt flesh and hair. He breathed deep, nostrils flaring. Tenacious grey eyes watched the Sithspawn's movements, wary of another strike. She was playing with him, like a predator toying with a hapless herbivore.

That dark miasma whispered to him. He could feel the power pulsing from the monster, but it also seemed to thrum in the very air. It urged to him to stretch out and take it. He knew the power it would give him. The power to save his friends. Ryan gritted his teeth. He wanted to seize that energy and use it to strike the Sithspawn down. He could do it. He could see himself doing it. He reached out-

A sudden sense of peace washed over him, dragging him back into the Light. The calm which settled over him emanated from somewhere. A'dele Adonai. Ryan did not quite smile, he could not smile in the midst of such peril and pain, but he sent back a sensation of gratitude to A'dele, then he went on the offensive.

Ryan took two steps forward, faked left, then leaped to the right spinning sideways through the air and attempting to cut the beast's left arm.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Location: Undisclosed building near the Jedi Temple
Surrounded by One Sith personal Guards

Objective: Sustaining Farsight meditation and analyzing the near future.


The pieces were moving into place. Perfect. Yessssssssss..... Perfect.

In the depths of her mind, she expanded her sphere of power, spreading across towards the Jedi Temple, the tendrils of the Darkside reaching out like intangible feelers within the Force. Like a Shell spider, the Eye of the Dark Lord began to intricately weave a web through the Force, ever so slowly her mind attaching a thread to each sentient she could find.

The shroud in her mind would be a net, and the Jedi's every actions resonating through the Force like prey, getting caught in her web as she concentrated upon their actions. Yesss....

Flashes of images began to twist and weave in the shadows of her crazed mind, her eyes swirling with black pitch akin to that of a Nautolan's own.

His will shall be done. Through the Force, she would see what others cannot see and soon, see the echoes yet to be made.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Location: Room of a Thousand Fountains
Objective: Evacuate younglings

Hasjo stood with Fireteam Pool. His shoulders were draped in the silver cloak of the Silver Jedi Order. The Knight wore a light grey tunic and dark grey trousers with black, leather boots that rode up to his knees. His Lightsaber Pike was ignited, but instead of the traditional yellow of the Jedi Temple Guard, it was a cerulean blue. The former Temple Guard stood beside nine troopers of the Sixth Battalion, ready and fresh. Behind Hasjo was a following of younglings, ranging from the ages of four to seven. Two troopers were assigned to keeping them calm and as happy as they could possibly do. Which wasn't much with the chaos that ensued. Hasjo marched across the marbled floors, leading the small group of soldiers with twenty-three younglings. They huddled close, afraid. Scared.

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE EXTERIOR
OBJECTIVE: DEFEND THE TEMPLE
OPPONENT: [member="Vaelokin"]

Her feline form launched off of the last ledge, giving her about thirty feet until she hit the duracrete. Not an advisable jump for most beings. With the Force as an ally, it would be easy to cushion her landing, but she did not summon it to aid her. She needed only to wait for the right moment in her descent, which she recognized instinctively. Mara landed like every feline, on her feet, with vicious claws digging furrows into the duracrete.

She felt the presence and the aid that bore Knight [member="A'dele Adonai"]'s signature...a blessing she was thankful she was close enough to receive as she rose to her full height and shifted into her human form. Auburn hair whipped in the wind as she stood there in front of him with hands on her slender hips. "Y'all just can't leave well enough alone, can you, Goldilocks?" she breathed, disappointment writ in her features. Shaking her head, she distantly wished she'd worn something other than her workout gear that evening...ahh well.

Mara may not have been dressed like a traditional Jedi, but there was no doubting her aura or her energy.