The Sacking of Coruscant

[Sera Inkari]

Location: Objective A, Temple Basement, Communication Center.
Mission: Farseeing and Battle Assistance - Dream their battle’s future, fulfil the will of the force.
Enemies Space: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies Ground: [member="Adele Adonai"]
Enemies soon: [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Darth Raijin"] | [member="Judah Dashiell"] | [member="Veino Garn"]
Allies soon: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u36IGHpWUgg​

All is the will of the force.​

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

Swaying in her deepest meditations yet… burning as hot as Kintan’s sands, her hands were radiating so much power she was drunk. Sera’s farseeing had yet to be interrupted or countered heavily, her visions found time to turn to the battle on the screens ahead. Friedrich might face an odd little puzzle, an enemy that was vaguely given his three most likely response to their actions, he might recognize this or not… because he might be facing his own reflection in their coming strategy, if Sith commanders even used her visions.

Friedrich also might notice two heavy frigates approaching at a distance, Kintan's missile boats radiating a very heavy energetic signature, under 'attack' by a squadron of e-wings, “requesting aid, requesting aid all alliance forces.” Two Kintan’s Lances carrying regular missiles and a couple of what the ex AOL ships were known for, baradium ship killer missiles. Were they really venting fuel, were those real fires? No but the ruse from their ‘attack’ only needed to get them close enough to unleash. Crewed by overzealous Kintan of her order, they were ready to give their lives for force and faith.

OOC:

Spoiler

Friedrich hoping to give you something bounce off! NPC them as you like.

[member="Veino Garn"] and [member="Adele Adonai"]
Down the hall

Jedi breaking into the basement rippled through her dream, as a warning of a probably future, she knew she was running out of time. “Seal the doors!” One of her white guards commanded and they began to weld them shut, aiming at the communication center's door and taking cover. Their temple's communications room couldn’t fall else the temple would lose contact with its ground forces, and Sera her ability to hold back [member="Adele Adonai"]. Velvet embrace, crimson hair lifting as energy pooled, the red seer's eyes pressed tighter, she could not fail her Master’s now most of all, so her dream led her to its source.

Searching and focusing on Adele Adonai, a vivid possible image of the Jedi sprang forth to claim her minds eye…. she could not tell where she was, even who she was, only her image. Burning fire began to run up Sera’s palms, licking flames of providence, as she reached out in her vision to try and shake the other from her meditation, that heat… that fire concentrated under a burning desert sun of unshaking faith in their force.

A battle of wills and faith.

 

[DARKCOM]

Location: Starport
Objective: Unknown
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Rook"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], Galactic Alliance
Thoughts: ~muttering untranslatably~


The deafening sounds of slaughter and screams of pain rippled through the air as the battle dragged on. The noise was enough to deter anyone for a moment, the pain, the sorrow, it could all be felt through the Force. Yet only one emotion was present in the former apprentice, Rage.

A shadow passed through the dark alleyways of Coruscant, the figure moved from one person to the next feeding on the negative emotions of those unfortunate to meet his dark gaze. A blue spark ignited momentarily lightening the alley with it's protective light... and for a moment a sense of hope came to those who witnessed the elusive man. Those who had attempted to flee the carnage had passed through this alleyway in an attempt to escape to safety, out of all the things they could have stumbled upon they found themselves a Jedi. A mere moment later, hot embers replaced the glow that had momentarily filled these desperate souls with hope as the closest civilian was bisected by the blue lightsaber held within the hand of it's wielder. Kaigann Fossk.

Not one scream or plea for mercy was heard, his thoughts were not his own, only one thing was on his mind. Death.

Kaigann's gaze shifted toward the direction of the spaceport, he moved with the swift grace of any Jedi Guardian, his eyes fixated on path ahead. He could sense him, he could feel his presence, he could feel the sheer rage build inside him as he pictured his target. The voice that spoke inside his head was not his own, it spoke in riddles, it spoke in anger...

An explosion broke his concentration, it's epicenter near the starport, his destination.

The eyes of the apprentice rose revealing their dark nature, yellow hues had long replaced the baby blues he had been known for with blood splattered across his face from the very people he once vowed to protect. As Kaigann emerged from the backalley nearest to the starport he gazed upon his next victims. Armed civilians and a familar face, one that brought back suppressed memories of a time he long treasured. Memories of Ession and the New Jedi Order, memories that were followed by pain and anger as a surge of hatred flowed through him shattering his thoughts. His objective remained the only thing left floating his mind, nothing else mattered.

With a wave of his hand, Kaigann called upon the Force to raise a piece of debris from the ground. The sound of bending metal was enough to catch the attention of the nearby soldier, Rook, who was in the process of cutting through the port door's outer lock. The debris was crafted into a long metal spear and after a mere moment of floating over the dead Sith bodies it plunged into the body of the elder woman.

A sadistic roar followed as time moved to a crawl, in his stead a demon's bloody roar emerged from Kaigann's lips as he moved toward the small group, there would be no mercy. Only pain.


[member="Rook"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Beside the temple’s ruined door.
Objective A
Mission: Education and Pain.
Allies: Anyone at the door.
Enemies Specifically: [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | and anyone entering.
NPCs: Two Massassi Sith Spawn, 4/6 Sun Guard
Background NPCs, Remaining Temple Guard, AA Guns, Shield Generator.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I22xdJgraZw​

Upon the temple steps the Jedi’s bodies piled and they ran red with blood. Still at the door red giant sithspawn decapitated and sundered, while behind, fighting his way back closer to the entrance, their Master educated the next era of Jedi in the meaning of his Sith Code.

[member="Evan Kenner"]

The Jedi called a challenge. Raien was no mere acolyte filled with unconquered rage, nor a new Knight who would give into a simple desire for bloodlust, there was merely iron will and the execution of his code. The distance with his opponent was maximized as the Jedi shouted out in vain, leaving Raien’s current target to feel the full force of his blows and painful concentration, all he received was a strong force push to hopefully send him skidding or reeling.

An education not to wait to save anyone, never to hesitate for [member="Evan Kenner"]. What would it cost Tiland? Always a test, always teaching especially in the mouth of hell.

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

Pressure deepened on [member="Tiland Kortun"]'s injured form, his eyes behind the mask crushing to slits, the aura around him becoming thicker. Fighting around them reaching a fever pitch, Raien drew from this, the carnage the suffering, his own pains and his many losses fueling his own motivation for the killing blow that was always just a second away, there was no mercy, no let up...

Tiland reminded Raien of his past failings with another certain healer, he feinted right, and his heavy armored foot stamped down looking to shatter bone and slow his opponent. The once Echani warrior's stance deepened finding his place in the combat circle fully, and the blade swung heavily beginning a strong two handed fanning technique, side to side, over exaggerated blows aiming to go through Tiland, not merely impact him, strong Djem so always aiming a foot behind the opponent. Djem So required a lot, but took a lot from your opponent as a well.

The knee ached certainly, and the hissing form of the wound across his chest would not leave him soon, worse Tiland’s refusal to fight began to grate on Raien’s proud, certain exterior, drawing on what he had seen in his mind. “You whimper for those you injured, like a child, you will not even fight to protect those around you.” Raien’s saber slashed outward, decapitating the nearest enemy soldier. “Weakness and doubt.” He pointed the beam back at Tiland. Getting the Betrayer to speak was a victory, but also a challenge to find the meaning of what a Jedi was…. Raien only saw two absolutes, to him there were no other force users.

 

[Jericho]

Objective A: Raid for Sith holocrons and take down any opposition.
Location: Outside the Sith Temple
Allies: Members of The SSC and The GA
Enemies: Member of the OS and Any other Sith

"Nearing Objective, Master Jedi." The pilot called out as they broke through the battle in space and entering Coruscant space.

Jericho slowly descended from space and reached the outside of the sith temple. He took a deep breath in and long exhale as he did before intense training or a battle. He looked to the pilot and gave him a nod for a job well done making it passed all the heavy fire. He took his first steps out of the ship and patted the ship door signalling it was all good to go. With each passing step he grew angrier. With each step, his fury burned more. The warrior closed his eyes for a moment controlling his breathe and sensed every one that was tuned in on the force whether it Ashlan or Bogan. He could feel the stress of good combating those rage and anger; again the warrior took in a deep breath, as he exhaled he release his signature a sense of calm around him.

He adjusted his gloves lightly then patted his chest plate armor and tightened his ear just to make sure it was fitting. He didn't want to be clunky or clumsy due to his armor. He did a light bounce back and forth, to get his blood flowing and to insure his gear was fitted properly. He them adjusted his mask and allowed his white battle torn jedi robe flow through with the battle filled air. The warrior cracked his knuckles then his neck before walking towards the front door of the temple. As he noticed a sith was guarding the door, the warrior then placed a hand on one of his three sabers. He quickly examined the area, spotted his target and analyzed. He unclipped the saber he touch with his hand and his bright gold color took form. The warrior kept his slow pace at first then steadily increase his movement.He envoked his touch with the force and increased his speed after taking a stance, making his charge.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Protect and Serve!
Location: Outside Sith Temple
Enemies: [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
Allies: Steve. @All you Sith, Dark Jedi, and other Stalwart Protectors of Coruscant.

As Joycelyn was avoided, she threw herself around for a second attack. She was not going to relent, not going to give quarter. Fury burned in her heart, and being avoided only fanned it. Vahl demanded blood, so blood she would spill. Steve cried for seven ghosts of the Netherworld, cursing Joycelyn and the Jedi both to an eternity of pain and threatening to do vile things to their desecrated corpses. His words filled Joy with a certain bliss. She could not tell why, but inflicting such disgrace upon him made her happy. For once, Steve was useful. As she spun around, she raised her meat-shield over her head and roared in primal fury before she attempted to throw him at Lisette and hopefully trip her or disrupt her attention for long enough to put the pressure on her again. Joycelyn had absolutely no idea about the mental damage done to her opponent by [member="Darth Hauntruss"]. Even if she did know, it was unlikely for her to care.

With a twisted smile on her face, Joycelyn flexed her fingers around the hilts of her vibroblade and stolen lightsabre. She knew the vibroblade well, it had been with her for many years and through many trials. The lightsabre felt unfamiliar, but welcome in her hand, like a new acquaintance with a thousand stories to tell. Somehow, holding it just felt right. Which was funny, seeing as she held it in her left. With these two weapons, she charged after her projectile in hopes of overrunning the Jedi. She swiped with her lightsabre, hoping to bind it to Lisette's and come in with a crippling thrust of her vicious vibroblade. It was simple tactics, enforced with determined fury and strong hands. She wanted to wound; she wanted to main; she wanted to kill.

For home. For Vahl. Blessed we are.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Location: On the way to the Planetary Defense System building, thang
Objective; B
Allies: [member="Trask"] [member=”Miad’rien’navruno”]
Enemies: Whoever comes over

The blonde made her way through the streets. She had her hood up, and hopefully her silhouette wasn’t going to show that of a soldier, with the poncho over her armor. Just some kind of alien species. If it came to it, well, she could fight. Next time, next time she was going to raid somethings from [member="Chevu Visz"] and make an outfit that was a bit more light weight and a bit easier to commence a change while wearing, y’know, instead of stripping out of armor.

“Keep your eyes peeled for Sith, let them go by, a few klicks away.”

And she had a bit of an idea, and reached into her pouch on her satchel. She had a few blocks to go, but there was a lot of recruitment posters in the area. And that was great, sure, but it was a target. She couldn’t let them just get away with that, could she?

Well, probably, but she wasn’t.

Maybe it’d give the people something to do?

Maybe it’d attract Sith attention?

Still, she snuck over and spray painted on one of the posters and then hurried, stepping a lot quicker, towards her target area, spray paint going back in her satchel.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Starport
Allies: Sara
Enemies: [member="Kaigann Fossk"]
Objective: Murder

Spoiler

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

Fossk? Rook knew the kid. He'd served alongside him during Ession's reclamation of its rim worlds. The Jedi Padawan had been Grayson's student -- one of the Reformation's heroes. A rising star in every way. What was he doing on Coruscant?

Rook parted his lips to speak to the young man. He barely managed the first syllable when the spear of metal pierced his mother's heart. She fell without a sound.

What?

It all happened too quickly. Sara screamed something to her brother and ducked into the building. Rook's lips parted, but he could not manage to find his words. In their stead, a wracking, guttural scream of anger and grief filled Rook's ears. The voice was his own. On instinct alone, he raised his rifle and held the trigger until it went click. A volley of blaster fire flew toward Kaigann, but the former Padawan was fast, and Rook was not aiming. He was charging. The soldier burst through the spaceport doors, his shield flickering to life as he tossed his empty rifle aside. Somehow his shattergun ended up in his hands. Sara was yelling for his attentions across the starport and taking potshots at the traitor.

She wanted to escape. Rook wanted Kaigann's head.

"Why?!" The soldier blustered as he closed in on his former ally, "Why in all of Corellia's NINE HELLS DID YOU DO THAT?!"

 

[Bolt]

Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"] // [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Allies: The OS
Location: Moving towards the Control Station
Equipment: Spec Ops X-1 // Bodyglove // Swords // Ashin's Lightsaber // Zeo the Program // No-Show

Zaiden recognized the man that spoke to him quickly, and nearly laughed when the other mentioned "his people". Little did he know the man he spoke to was his uncle. It was at this point though that the Master of Light and Dark contemplated revealing himself. Maybe his nephew would take his friend and leave - but could he take the possibility that family meant nothing to him? Feena, his twin, his exact opposite, was ever the one to protect him from himself; without her, he didn't wanna see what would happen if he found his remaining family didn't care.

Reaching a hand up, Zaiden gripped the slab mid trajectory, and altered its course so it swept past him with little effect. Following this, he activated his Cloak device built into the armor, and vanished from sight once again. Combined with the No-Show he hadn't deactivated, he was effectively hidden save from Force Sight.

Lunging forward, Zaiden swung a strong roundhouse kick at his nephews temple. He would have time soon enough to converse about how wrong it was to chastise while performing the very things they were known for. But for now, he would learn more about his family than he likely ever would.

Simultaneously Zeo was in the process of altering the access codes for as many programs and controls as possible. Which was surprisingly large numbers considering the programs slicing abilities. One could gain control over a computer with ease, but if everything within was encrypted under powerful passwords, it required work.

Little did either Zeo or Zaiden know there was two brains at work - an organic and an AI (?) which would mean changing things at a top rate! Without the brains of the best slicers encorporated into Zeo's programming, such a thing couldn't be done. But hopefully he could hold out.

 

[Relit Vandal]

Location: Taking on some craziness
Objective: A
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Ryn'Dhal"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Cynthia"]
Enemies: The Sith, [member="Darth Ayra"]
Equipment: in Bio

Relit wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Between one padawan moving stuff with anger and another evidently having a temper tantrum, he merely twirled his lightsaber as he waited for the nonsense to subside. They were hormonal, or maybe mad, but either way they needed some active training. Really active training. He flung his free hand out to the left and screamed.

"Go! Find shelter!" The Gallactic Alliance had no time to be babysitting, padawans had no place on this battlefield amidst such powerful foes. This was the capital of the One Sith, the most dangerous place they could think to be, and one of them was taking on the form of a crying snowball. He laughed inwardly, imagining her melting, and then shook free the idea as he approached the Sith Lord. She had a favoritism for telekinesis, for overwhelming her opponents with the force, he had seen that much. Though inwardly, he wondered if that was a trend. To be so close to the Sith Temple, the power must be resonating from the interior. He spoke loudly, palming a Rattan vine seed in one hand and sprinkling the ground before him with additional stock. The seeds reached into the earth, shell coat still in place, as they inhabited the cracks beneath stone.

"You..." He didn't use a title, he didn't acknowledge that this person was anything more than a molestation. A corruption. "You're business is with me today." He flicked the lightsaber back into a dove tail defense posture. "Come..." He tilted his head. "Pick on someone your own size."

If she used the telekinesis again, she would find effort hit a wall. He was far more experienced then the people she so gleefully tossed around.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Hit me with your best shot... FIRE AWAAAAY..
Location: Control Room of the Defense Network
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], Galactic Alliance, Silver Sanctum Peeps
Enemies: One Sith... [member="Reverance"] | [member="Razor Shot"]
Equipment: Stated in post... Links in sig/bio to custom stuff.

Ijaat didn't mind admitting that he was 'sweating it' more than a bit. The other presence in the network, the other Intelligence, was so far locking things down between walls of encryption and passwords. The barriers were able to be surmounted, but each time one was down, two more seemed to spring into being, and they were a little more cunning to boot. Ijaat was never and would never be a professional slicer. It was all he could do to fight to break the shielding and keep trying to knock holes in for Geoff to scramble into. But he would not give in. There was no choice but to persist. The headache from utilizing the bio-tech interface of his biot was building, and he would not be able to maintain this much longer.

Setting up a clone attack that would just repeatedly spawn barely entry level attack programs, Ijaat signaled an emergency protocol he and Geoff had made without intent to ever utilize. There was a hesitancy as Geoff acknowledged the command. Their consciousness suddenly merged in the aspect of active thinking and computing power. What resulted was a barrage of attacks that quite literally pushed the other Intelligence out of the system, and left Ijaat's body rapidly wracked by a blinding migraine from the strain of it all. Pain building to the point he was driven to his knees, sweating, screaming.

With his last shred of conscious thought, he ordered the guns to fire full force at the Temple if they were in range, or alternately on any Sith identified forces they could. Shields and comms were deactivated and starting from the temple complex outward, short-circuited and fried where they could be, or at the least on a temporary shut-down, minor explosions from their generators over-heating on a bare handful or less. Any droids or automated turrets were given the same command and turned upon their masters, thought this was dicey, and a large percentage remained loyal to their original protocols. The orbital guns were fired as accurately as could, though the odds of collateral damage from both the temple targeted guns and the orbital defense were astronomically high given the weakened hold on consciousness Ijaat had.

Feeling himself slipping, Ijaat slumped to the floor, his head spinning and thoughts muddled beyond the pain even. As his awareness of the world passed into oblivion, he smiled weakly to the sounds of roaring artillery and guns. In the streets, One Sith allied soldiers would be cut down in the hundreds, if not thousands. He would never know the full figure, or at least not for a while. Droids, cameras, it would be as if all were going haywire for the Sith forces.

He had utilized the ability of the biot to merge his consciousness with Geoff's awareness, and the results were as potent as expected, but the effects would, as of yet, be unknown and likely rather hard to manage. Flipping the emergency transponder on his comm, he managed to gasp out a short message.

"Defenses down... For the moment.... All guns fired... It is done... Manda... Pre.. Preserve me, it is done... G'luck Glow-bug."

As he fell, the biot seemed to retreat from his flesh, ashen-grey, and anyone who had any idea of medical training could see the man was barely alive, breathing agonally and his pulse fitful, thready, and rapid. There was nothing more left to spend for this warrior. And may never be again.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Following the Blonde Artist through the streets[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Objective B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [member="Trask"] [member="Peyton Steele"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies – the stalker sith types [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha was on the shuttle that landed on the place and then just followed everyone until it was decided she’d follow the blonde known as Peyton.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was wearing a bit of armor that she borrowed from the Underground, it would protect her from getting too badly hurt. She wasn’t a force user and she tried hard to keep her wits about her.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She was armed with her blaster, her knife, and two grenades. Would she need them she did not know but she learned long ago, if you don’t take them you need them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Nice artwork” Rekha quipped. Her green eyes did not rest long on the mural she turned them to scan the area around them looking for Sith and as Peyton suggested let them walk on by.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Course force users could probably "feel" them as they moved so they needed to do something that scrambled that part of their skills. What? Rekha didn't know she was just thinking and moving along, watching, listening, and do a little bouncy step as she moved.[/SIZE]

 

[Evan Kenner]

Location: Flying off of the Steps
Allies: [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"]

It now appeared to Evan, as he flew off of the steps with what seemed like a single, effortless Force Push from the Sith Lord, that he was nowhere close to being ready to face this foe. He was out of practice. He was still...a learner.

So when Evan was forced off of the steps of the Sith Academy and fell off of the side onto the concrete below, he simply laid there. He exhaled with a mix of frustration and sorrow. He felt helpless.

For now, he would just sit up and against the wall, examining the now deceased padawan's simply-designed lightsaber and wait. Maybe the battle above would die down so he could look for his own lightsaber. Maybe he would just be sniped by an enemy. At this point, Evan wasn't sure he cared. He didn't feel like he could do anything else right...

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: B: Planetary Defense
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Silver Sanctum Coalition | [member=" Ijaat Akun"]
Gear: Lightsaber | Vanguard Armor | Carbine | Vibroblade
Enemies: Sith and Sith Allies
Location: Coruscant

"Oh. Whoops."

What Audren had missed as he'd stepped into the building was that the outside was just part one of the security. Part two was inside, a blast door and control room flanked by automated heavy repeating blasters. Even with his armor, those would give him a heck of a time. The Padawan simply reacted, hurling his lightsaber through the transparisteel and lunging after it not even a second later. The blade and hilt shattered the transparent material, and the Sephi's falling body knocked down the two guards that had been inside. Outside the booth, both blasters fired briefly before losing their target. In short order, two necks were leaking blood from severe knife wounds - the guards had reached for their blasters of all things.

As it turned out, he'd chosen the floor with the offices. Senior Defense officials did much of their work here. No guards were visible, no doubt incoming guests were searched and deprived of weapons before reaching this point. That made Audren's job much easier. And he had a red-bladed lightsaber. How fortuitous.

The Force was used to inform the Sephi which of the offices were occupied. A Colonel Sanders' office. Good enough. He walked in without announcement, a cold look on his face directed at the white-haired man with his hand in a bucket of some smelly food.

"Colonel, the planet is under attack. Log me into the mainframe."

"Log yourself in, if you're authorized then you have the credentials."

Though seemingly impossible, the Sephi's regal face grew even harder and his ice-blue eyes conveyed flames. The Colonel's widening eyes however, were drawn to the igniting crimson lightsaber. His face came impressively close to matching his hair in pallor at that.

"Of course, my lord. My mistake. Just one moment."

As quickly as his shaking hands could type, the man entered password after password, even pausing nervously to perform a retina scan. Finally, a single beep was heard indicating access granted. The elderly man apprehensively stood, offering the Sephi his seat. Before sitting and after verifying access, he turned to the Colonel with a tight grin.

"Thank you for your service, Colonel."

The next thing the man would know was the blissful black of unconsciousness, the hilt of the lightsaber having hit him on the top of the head. He'd been useful and though he was a Sith tool, there was no need to kill him. And now the Sephi didn't need to hack into the mainframe, just plant what he wanted. Doing so proved to be more difficult than initially thought however. Passcodes kept changing, sections kept being encrypted. He wasn't the one doing it, and he wasn't the one fighting against it by flooding the system to a crawl either.

All of the sudden the system was operating fairly normally again, right around the time there was a massive salvo of gunfire from outside the building. Whether or not the two were connected, Audren couldn't tell. He just hit 'go' on the datapad he'd hooked into Sanders' terminal and watched the progress bars. He knew a bit about what it was doing, but the entire thing had been put together by some of the techheads in the Coalition. The most immediate and noticeable change was the IFF designator shift: Coalition- and Alliance-tagged vessels would start showing as friendlies to automated defenses and Sith designators would show enemy. Gunners would know the difference on sight, if they used their eyes and not their equipment. At the same time, viruses tried pushing themselves into the system. Ones to actively steal data and relay it offworld, ones that would activate in a few hours and begin making things more difficult for recovery efforts, and ones that tried to hide themselves in other programs for long-term harassment. Some of the programs would try to spread to other networks.

He didn't know, he was just the delivery boy.

When the upload bar showed fully complete, the Padawan disconnected the datapad and left the room. This may have been a fairly small facility in and of itself, but it was easily visible among the other buildings, which meant it was built on top of others. About fifty floors down was a hangar bay run by an element of Planetary Defense, and Audren meant to steal a vessel. Couldn't be too difficult to get back to the fleet, right? Just like piloting a speeder bike.

Spoiler

OOC: Working off Ijaat's work, assuming his hack left the defense mainframes fairly open when accessed from the inside. All stated effects are attempts, whether or not they actually go through is up to Sith/future writers.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="Relit Vandal"]p | [member="Cynthia"]
Enemies: @Darh Ayra


Ryn's incredible eruption of anger, righteous as it may have been, died as suddenly as it had manifested itself. He began moving in the direction of the child, and sought cover. His intent now was to attempt to support the Jedi Master from a safe vantage.

Now that his powers weren't being fueled by his anger at the Sith Lord, his aim would be nearly flawless, with no chances of collateral damage. Having placed himself in cover between the child and the duel, Ryn primed several pieces of debris with which to send careening at the Sith Lord at opportune moments to aid in creating openings for Relit to take advantage of.

 

[Nyte Ignis]

Objective: Defend the Sith Temple
Location: Courtyard
Allies: [member="Xavka Duquo"] , One Sith
Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] , [member="Aela Talith"]

Nyte spun quickly to face the male Jedi, watching as she saw the feint muscle twitch, guessing that he would throw up another Force Push or Pull as she tossed a quick barrier. She did not expect that the man would have technological advantage over her that sent her backwards. She soon corrected, Force Speeding her way towards him, using the time that Xavka had giving him as she swept the sword towards his dominant side and twisting her body so that her dagger would be sent against his ribs. Her Sith sword was naturally immune to the effects of the lightsabre, and though it wouldn't short it out, she could easily block and not be electrocuted.

She moved, his attacks becoming her counterattacks as Darth Ophidia had taught her, her dagger used to conduct the Force so that her attacks could be backed up. She stared at him, watching every movement that he made. Even when Xavka's Force Slow began to wear off, Nyte kept the male Jedi away from her partner.

"Jacen, why fight? Your forces are all but dead." Nyte was the Sith Sin of Lust, her ability to Dominate Mind came naturally to her now, using very little strength. He would feel the pull and weight of her words. "Look around you, see their bodies of the ground, because of you. You broke off to come and fight here, instead of protecting them. How many Jacen? How many men in your command. Now, they lie dead at your feet because you abandoned them."

Her willpower could overtake many, even Knights could not withstand her illusive words as they played in the minds of her enemies. She tried overtaking him now, to get him to turn from this fight to find his own squad, to make sure that they were not dead and gone as she persuaded him.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Outside the Sith Temple
Objective: A
Allies: -
Enemies: Relit Vandal, Ryn'Dhal, Jacen Voidstalker, Cynthia

| [member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Cynthia"] |

Reaching out with the Force, Darth Ayra waved aside the debris that were used to assault her. Ricocheting off the floors and walls of the Sith Temple, the Dark Lord stood tall once again as they scattered around her. Her eyes rich with the dark side of the Force- face transformed by it's power- Ayra took a step forward.

Her voice warped by the dark side, Ayra said, "I see nobody that matches your description, Jedi." Rolling her lightsaber in her palm, the Dark Lord stayed her ground. Her hatred, once upon a time destructive, fiery and explosive, was now cold, methodological and precise. She had learned much in the twenty years since she had become Sith and had been in enough battles to know when she was facing someone weak.

Although she goaded Relit for not being her own size (which he was not, at least, to her perspective), the Dark Lord was cautious. Holding her lightsaber diagonally to the upper right, she was ready for the the Jedi Master's assault.

 

[Narasa Kelori]

Objective: Still D
Allies: GA


Following the loss of their leader to a secondary objective, Narasa stuck close to one of her Tiburon compatriots, jointly taking on targets with them until a particularly tight formation of Sith fighters forced her to veer off course with two of the ships trailing her. She shook her head briefly, then suddenly jerked her controls and swept up over them, glancing through the window at the fighters now beneath her. It took them a moment to respond-- one noticeably quicker than the other-- and Narasa righted the ship, weaving to avoid their fire as she darted underneath the hull of a larger vessel. She used the opportunity to circle over the top of the vessel and come back down behind the Sith fighters, letting loose a volley of shots that caught one Sith fighter and forced the smoking vessel to veer off. Narasa smirked and let it go; let someone else have the kill. She was focused on getting rid of the other fighter, because this one, she was fairly certain, was the better pilot. She leaned on the throttle, closing the distance and sure in her success.

"What--"

The fighter swept suddenly sideways and Narasa, reflexes working more quickly than her mind, followed. She waited for a confirmed lock on her screen before she dared fire, eyes sharp now for further tricks from her prey. It was difficult for her to monitor her enemy as well as keeping her eyes on the area around her so as not to accidentally cross into the path of any other ships engaged in their own personal battles.

Beeping and whistling from her R2 unit translated onto the screen before her, and she gritted her teeth at the distraction.

"This had better be important," she stressed, firing to distract the fighter she was following and glancing down as she did so.

::Fighters approaching from the rear.::

"Shab!" Narasa cursed, glancing at the display that showed the blips behind her. Trap. She had flown right into a trap.

"A hand would be appreciated when possible," she said into her comm, well aware that in a battle there might not be a spare fighter to come to her aid. "Three behind, one ahead. Anyone not in the middle of a dance?"

 

[Relit Vandal]

Location: Taking on some craziness
Objective: A
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Ryn'Dhal"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Cynthia"]
Enemies: The Sith, [member="Darth Ayra"]
Equipment: in Bio

He smiled, whatever apparent destruction in the background not impacting his focus on the Sith Lord. "Hubris..." He cracked his neck, twirling the saber at his side as he approached. Even still, while she continued to use the force to deflect what came near, he maintained a focus on his connection, preparing to harness the fresh expression of it. "Pride...it comes before the fall." And those were the words, all he would need to push a glaring sharpness and confidence forward. That she might lift small children in the air, toss debris aside, she remained untested on these foothills of the Sith world. At least, in his mind.

Placing both hands upon the hilt, prepared to remove the left if it were needed for a counterabalance, he broke the seed coat of the rattan vine seed between palm and metal. And he moved forward, his right foot the adder that would begin this fight. Striking forward, the blade sung a hum on high before tracing downward from the fake, aiming to swipe a strike at the knees of the Sith Lord, from her right to left. She had her games, she had her words and her false tenacity, but he had the strength of the Galactic Alliance at his back. And he had those worth protecting. Such things far outweighed anything in this Sith Temple, soon turned to ash.

 

[Raijin Arashi]

Objective: A
Location: Blocks away
Allies: [member='Julius Sedaire'] [member='Veino Garn'] [member='Judah Dashiell']
Opponents: [member='[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Sera Inkari'][/COLOR] [member='[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Darth Hauntruss'][/COLOR] (Soon)
Gear: Inazuma (in sig)

The sewers were a rather novel way of getting into the Sith Citadel for Raijin. In a totally different time, the weary Shard had called the massive building home. He could have led the team anywhere from the front gate, but this was an experience he never hoped to replicate. He looked around at the other men with him. His new comrades. The comparison between them and his long-dead Sith allies was unkind to the three, but also to Rai himself. But that wasn't important.

"You three need to try and reduce your presences. We're getting close, and anybody with even an ounce of sensitivity will be able to feel the four of us. Besides, it's my job to hide you lot."

Rai drew Inazuma without activating it, because the meter-long wintrium hilt served as an effective weapon itself, especially with the blade-like spike on the pommel. The simplest way to generate the largest presence he could would be to use darkshear, but it was also a dead giveaway to the three very anti-Sith people standing right next to him. But what the hell... He'd have to delve into his darker powers at some point, right?

A slight crackling noise was audible as Rai's Dark energy manipulated itself into a shadowy shape of a long-bladed sword. He waved it in the air quickly, and then it reduced itself to a small black swirling ball of energy, like a storm.

"Alright. That's my protection. Let's go."

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Outside the Sith Temple
Objective: A
Allies: Ziltch
Enemies: Relit Vandal, Ryn'Dhal, Cynthia, Jacen Voidstalker

| [member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Cynthia"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] |

Warped by the power of the dark side, Darth Ayra unleashed a roar that was unnatural, twisted and vile. The type of sound that came from only those that could call themselves the raw manifestation of the dark side of the Force. She was Sith and it was her imperative- her very lifes work- to see to the destruction of the Jedi Order.

As Relit closed in, swiping his lightsaber towards her knees, Ayra back flipped into the temple wall behind her. Pushing her feet off the brick, she then leaped off it and over Relit. Her lightsaber shut off as she was guided back down towards ground, entering a barrel roll to cushion her fall and rolling back onto her feet.

Aerobatics finished, the Dark Lord twisted on her feet and stretched out a hand to Force Push Relit into the wall she had just backflipped into and off. Her thumb pushed back down on her lightsaber as she stretched out her free hand to create the Force Push. The red light slid out just as the Force Push flew from her palm into Relit's path.