The Sacking of Coruscant

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: A
Location: Sewers
Allies: [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Darth Raijin"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Gear: In the Sig (plus standard canon lightsaber w/ no frills)

Julius watched Veino impassively, perhaps almost stoically, and when Raijin spoke up, he focused even further. It was not something he was really trained to do, and he voiced as such as he worked on taking the rather beacon like Force signature of his and reducing it. It did reduce, slowly, but was never exactly what he would call concealed or really hidden. In the end, it did result in his presence diminishing noticeably, and as they waited he looked over the newly fitted armor he wore, flexing joints and turning his arms this way and that, pistol held at his side in a loose grip. It was quite a wondrous suit, to be sure, and with how it was made wouldn't really effect his abilities at all.

Rather unexpectedly though, Julius raised an eyebrow at Judah and Raijin and gestured up to the ceiling of the sewers, wherein rumbling and thudding could be heard. It was strong enough to shake dust from the top of the tunnel, but with focusing on reducing his presence in the Force so acutely, he struggled to reach out to sense what had happened in the Force really.

"Whatever we do, we may want to speed it along... That didn't sound terribly good."

 

[Kira Vaal]

Where: Objective A

From where she was hidden something felt wrong.
It was a feeling she rarely got, but when she did something bad usually followed with catastrophic effects. Her knuckles tightened around her blaster as without warning lightning began to play around the area, sickeningly dark and twisted raw power that burnt the ground and singed the air.
Kira was lucky, the small broken wall taking the brunt leaving her only short of breath as the oxygen around her was burnt away.
Clearly Raien was not impressed with her new line of work.

She froze.

What was she meant to do in this situation? All these Jedi and soldiers, trained individuals who knew how to fight, how to survive and knew how to do their jobs. She wasn’t any of them. What was she? A salvager. She was nobody. Raien’s attention was taken by another, someone far braver than her. Yet his efforts she was sure would be in vain.

It was here in her moments of self doubt that she felt it. A strange form of lure to a small pouch around her neck, a bag that had until recently been forgotten about.
Within her head she could swear a strange chant had began to take place, an ancient language long left alone.
“The shards?” Upon her hand three small slivers of metal, the remaining elements of an armour that Raien now worn. They twitched uncontrollably, each speaking in turn to her will. The question was what did they want.

The anger at the situation grew, the fear of the Sith and the hatred of what they were doing. It took hold of the young Kira as she felt herself rise from her hiding place and set her eyes on Raien.

She never truly felt herself move, ducking under others as she began to sprint towards the Sith Knight in question, the dull thuds of laser against shield oblivious to her ears as she went, even as the shield faded to the sound of ripping orbital death. Only truly becoming aware as her hand, bare and grasping the shards plummeted into Raien’s shoulder at full force.

Something happened. Something evil and dark. She knew that, but all went black shortly after as she was thrown in the opposite direction by what ever in the Force had just been unleashed.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[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

Likely stemming from being a plant, Relit could never understand the willingness force users had on leaving the ground. While he was a nomad at heart, when it came to fighting, his roots ran deep and placed his weight in the trunk. Time was lost, time was taken, when feet left the ground. It was why he felt Ataru, except for those that needed it, was one of the weakest forms of combat. Too much energy, too much concentration on flare and misdirection, it had no impact on the experienced and the focused. It was merely cuts and jumps, nothing more.

Back flipping was the first tale, enough to indicate evasion and misdirection, a thing he met with a shift of his right foot, moving his body to the right and her left. Enough so that if she decided to bounce back towards him, she would hit wind. But instead, she careened over head and he used the inertia of his initial strike to spin to his right, releasing his left hand from the saber. As he did, the broken seed coat of the rattan flung from his grip in an arc, landing roughly where she would roll to the ground and come back to the fight. And where she had squandered her powers on jumping and grabbing, Relit had placed his in the request for a favor. One begged of the rattan, that when given the chance, it would burn resources and the chance for life to help another. A persuasive technique, he consoled the species that this favor would, in the long run, assist it's species to over take the patch. The plant spreads runners deep, in search of nutrients and sprout leaves quickly, in search of the sun. It would follow his guidance, just as the other seeds sprinkled prior, now already harnessing the advantage of time around the Sith Lord.

As the force push jumped from the finger tips of this Sith Lord, the lightside of the force flowed through seeds to spring thick vines from the earth, all around her. While she might be able to jump, these beings could grow. Something of which a Sith was entirely incapable. And as it did, the vines would attempt to ensnare her as she made effort to strike against the Jedi Master. If it failed, it could return, as the stock was hardy and the runners ran deep. And he wasn't beyond asking of the force more as he felt the push tug at his core, hitting him against the wall. But he was oak, not easily broken by the passing wind. And the effort of the Sith was nothing more, as he bounced off of the wall and to his left. The strike would either miss because of his maneuver, or because of the ensnaring of the vine, and he would strike from low to high with a right hand held saber, attempting to cut the arm at the elbow and disarm this opponent.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Objective: Withdrawing from A
Allies: [member="Relit Vandal"], Non-Sith
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"], Sith, etc

Ryn reluctantly gave up attempting to aid the Jedi Knight in his duel, realizing his own attacks are serving no purpose. Turning suddenly, he scanned about, trying to locate the child [member="Cynthia"], spotting her flailing about a distance away. He made his way across the battle field as the shielding around the temple shuddered and failed under a heavy barrage.

Realizing how perilous the situation sudden became, he willed the Force through his being, and began sprinting as hard as he could for the child. As he began to slide across loose gravel, attempting to come to a halt, he made a broad, sweeping gesture with both arms, arcing hands high over his head, as a great mass of chunks of concrete and broken building material swiftly lifted into place above himself and the child.

A large explosion above them blew the make-shift barricade into rubble, pebbles and small stones raining harmlessly down upon the child and himself. The shockwave though, from the explosion of the orbital cannons firing on the area slamming into the debris wall, had sent Ryn'Dhal sprawling on the ground on his back, eyes out of focus staring at the interior of his faceplate. A long wheeze could be heard, as the wind was quite forcefully removed from his lungs.

Well... I've made better decisions... The Padawan thought to himself, as he started to recover, gazing about for the child, hoping to determine her status. Who the heck ([member="Ijaat Akun"]) set those weapons to fire over here? Was it friendly fire upon the Sith, or friendly fire upon the Alliance? Ryn didn't really care to find out though, not at this point!

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective A
Location: Inside The Sith Academy
Allies: One Sith.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

The roar of battle intensified outside as the Jedi task force pressed to the gates of the academy. Watching carefully, Kentarch realized now that the token force here on Coruscant would not be able to stop the assault. As more Sith rushed out to defend the grounds of the Sith Academy, Kentarch turned and rushed off towards the hangar. Several floors up, the hangar severed mostly small personal starships for the Sith. Activating his communicator Kentarch spoke quickly. "Get my ship ready, we need to get out of here now." He barked. Propelled by the force it did not take long from him to rush into the hangar bay that housed his personal star ship, the Black Mercury. Engines already running, Kentarch merely ran up the ramp of the Phasma-Class Infiltrator before it lifted off the ground and flew out into the Coruscant skyline.

"Get us into civilian traffic!" He shouted to the pilot. Despite being a stealth ship, the Sith Lord did not take chances. He knew the Jedi would not fire on innocent civilians, thus he could shield the ship from enemy fire as well further detection if he hid among other pedestrian vessels. Inside, Kentarch moved up to a holo-projector that quickly displayed the battle planet wide. Inside with him were several Sith Assassins who helped run and maintain the ship, as well conduct basic intelligence operations. As Black Mercury carefully slid into a skyline traffic lane diverted away from the battle, Kentarch reviewed the battle as it unfolded. "Enemy contact at the temple grounds, prison, planetary defenses, and other control systems throughout the planet. Enemy fleet in orbit with air superiority. He mumbled to himself as streams of data updated the holo-feed. "If this was a full scale invasion we would have already lost the planet." his voice was toneless and calm despite the fact his heart was racing.

"Sir. We've lost control of the Defense Network. All guns are aimed for..." One of the assassins spoke quickly then stopped. Kentarch turned to the viewport in the same instant to see the Sith Temple in the distance. In the blink of an eye the great building went up in a fireball, the One Sith's own guns firing upon the structure. Speechless. He watched the building integrity begin to collapse as their own defensive batteries, hijacked, fired upon the temple and the grounds around it. The Sith Assassins and Kentarch for a few minutes just watched. Fire rising the from the temple as smoke plumed into a giant cloud above.

Now was not the time for a defiant, ill gotten, poorly planned, last stand. "In a few moments, I'm going to give you a set of coordinates. Transfer them to Sith Assassins at Contruum, and High Command for a rally point." Kentarch stated. Controlling his breathing so he did not lose control of himself. "I want you to find a downed enemy ship, we need to look at the the Nav computer." His voice ominous. "Retribution is on its way."

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Doorway
[member="Raien Keth"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

Tiland braced himself as the pressure from the dark presence grew around him. It was so heavy, like a thunderstorm about to burst. And something deep inside yearned to sing with its dark tune, join with the tempest and laugh wildly at the chaos he could unleash. Ah, the curse of the Anzati. The darkness had become part of their DNA over who knew how many millennium. He ignored the words though. They were thoughts, and attacks in their own right, perhaps the most dangerous. They attacked the resolve and weakened the heart. Nothing ended a fight faster than undermining the heart and resolve. But he needed an opening. Too risky to take the lightsaber on now.

But there was an opening as the towering Sith went to stamp on him. That he could work with. He darted, not away but closer into the armor, aiming to take advantage of the momentary shift in balance. He wheeled around and struck forward with a powerful front kick, enhanced by the Force as little as he was able. He used that momentum to push himself back and stagger out of the way of that blade burning through the air, just barely dodging his already bleeding torso. He staggered as another wave of pain surged through his body and he dropped to one knee.

The Force flashed through him. Move, get away, it screamed, and he scuttled away from the temple as the thunderous roar of planetary cannons opened fire, pounding at the shield for a few moments before punching through it and pounding into the building itself, sending it crashing it down. He flung himself away, crashing into the ground as a chunk of duracrete pounded the ground where he had just been, shattering the stairs. Dust filled the air and Tiland coughed, hacking it out, as he pulled himself away from the falling building.

 

[Veino Garn]

Objective A
Location: Sewers
Allies: [member="Darth Raijin"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Enemies: [member="Sera Inkari"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
Gear: In bio, because I gave up
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Veino nodded, face invisible beneath his helmet. Sparks flew up from the wall, which was about to become a doorway, and singed out against the duraplast plates. Raijin's advice was certainly important, but Veino had done that long before. It was second-nature now, to keep that presence hidden. Old habits die hard after all, and long years traveling incognito through dangerous territory as an apprentice, hunted by Atrisian inquisitors and bounty hunters alike at the height of the Sith Empire, had taught him the importance of remaining hidden.

"Don't worry about me," He said quietly, "I could stand by the Dark Lord himself and he'd have a hard time sensing me in the Force."

He stopped as the torch got all the way through. Perfect. He placed it back in his pack and pulled the Occluder from its holster, preparing to get in. He gestured to them to take up breaching positions. Then he stopped as the ground rumbled above them and dust fell from above. That was odd. What was going on up there? He stretched out with the Force and then recoiled, pressing against the wall in shock. The pain and death above was unimaginable, beyond what he had felt in a long time. He took his helmet off to stare them.

"The temple's collapsed."

He put the helmet back on in shock. It would make the mission much more difficult, but as a symbolic blow, it was far more valuable than stealing access codes. The heart of the One Sith itself had been attacked and destroyed by the upstart Galactic Alliance. Wouldn't that make the news that more interesting? What would commentators have to say on that? Regardless, there was still work to be done. They could still steal quite a bit of information. He nodded and kicked the new doorway open, augmenting it with a telekinetic push.

Time to get to work. He ducked inside, dropping to a crouch to cover the left side of the entrance, reaching out with the Force to sense any threat.

He felt a familiar presence again, and he stopped. That he had to investigate. Who was it that he knew who down here in the temple basement? And why?

 

[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)

Raijin heard the rather loud sound of the building above them falling, and simply shook his head in exasperation. Whose wonderful idea was that? Well, whatever it was, he sure as chit hoped they didn't get stuck in that rubble. He followed Veino through the hole in the wall, strapping Inazuma to his back again so his right hand was free.

"Ugh... I seriously hope the archives survived that. Those holocrons are important."

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Beside the temple’s ruined door.
Objective A
Mission: Do the Sith Dance!
Allies: Anyone at the door.
Enemies Specifically: [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | and anyone entering.
NPCs: Two Large Massassi Sith Spawn, 3/6 Sun Guard
Background NPCs, Remaining Temple Guard, AA Guns (Shooting at friendlies), Shield Generator (Offline).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z28lwyQjuTY​

[member="Tiland Kortun"]
Raien’s battle sense began to peak, the greater the threat the more he pushed to the edge to fine pressured focus, as Tiland began to weaken and stumble. ~This is what Sith is.~ A voice might rebound in his mind over and over, ~what you choose to heal, is too much for you hold.~ A shred of warning and challenge in an otherwise maelstrom of relentless violence as his target sprang away, memories of wounds and lives beyond counting in echo, odd though that he would speak at all to the healer like this?

[member="Jericho"]'s
Charge faced Raien, and so the Sith stomped his way down the bloody stone steps, where their enemy lay in the dozens if not more bottle necked behind him, ahead of his Massassi he came to face the Master, beam angled across his chest and bracing a heavy footed stance that dug in further.

Even as the guns fired now on the temple, the Betrayer did not move, as stone and burning rubble erupted around them, others who were not used to hell (or had more self preservation) left. He held the now symbolic door to what was Sith territory, history behind him in the ruins, conflict was his home among the massing dead on both sides.

Force Combustion

Facing Jericho was a massive two handed swing of his saber, using the hips, the shoulders, enhanced by the blistering wound across his chest and aiming central from left to right of the Master, while ahead of this, underneath Jericho the stone would begin to speed up, to rupture, combust and splinter. Hopefully to unsettle and make him jump or stumble from it. Raien’s attack took his body face on but sideways to Jericho, because his swing attempted to continued on to the second attacker….

[member="Kira Vaal"]

Krayt’s shards in her palm reacted with their return, Raien’s heavy swinging attack to Jericho had left his back open. Its history and its past, the armor becoming reunited accelerated her move as she plunged her makeshift weapons into his left shoulder, and what remained of the armor became whole once more. A roar of sacrifice as the armor itself claimed more of his body, despite the bleeding wound and exaggerated pain of their forceable re-entry, he bit down and used this. Pushing everything into the beam, the Sith’s swing aimed to continue on either past [member="Jericho"], or deflected by, or through Jericho, the two handed beam hopefully continuing in a wide circle arc to force her to counter as well. Albeit somewhat staggered by the new wound he’d just received, a constant circular motion, fueled by the promise of more pain and the lessons in the new cycle to come.

[member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]
From behind him his two giant red Massassi tomb guardians roared, saw the danger and charged all of them. Their giant now blood red axes whirling into the air, the relics of the past were ready to add more dead to the pile.

 

[Saff]

Mission : A
Objective: get the hell out of here
Allies: everyone at the doorway that isn't a sith
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"]

Ebony rubbed her head, it was sore, warm blood found it's way down her lips and she hissed as a sharp pain came from her left leg. Under close inspection, she found herself to have a leg snared under a large piece of debris. She sighed and willed herself into action, her computer of all things was still digging away at the archives, as if by some mystical force it was the only object in the room not coated in rubble and shattered statues. She used the force to slowly but surely get the boulder off of her leg and luckily it was not a mangled pile of blood like she thought, merely a heavy gash into the leg, of which her suit soon came to cover. A moment later and Ebony was pulling her computer from the archives station, it was nearly at full capacity and all of it was now sith databases and information. The holocrons unfortunately might be lost, but what she had would have to suffice, so her computer was mounted onto her wrist once more and with the aid of the force, the attractive raven haired girl powered out through the rubble coated hallway.

Within minutes she was out in the collapsed atrium and bounding over the rubble, flickign another switch on her person as the remnants of her explosives went off. Burying what remained of the archives behind her as she skipped along. Then she was out in the open, moving across the broken down entranceway, when a soldier sprung out, coated in white armour and painted in brown dust. He fired a shot from his blaster and Ebony slip backwards, her own pistol launching from her leg mount into hand, the shot was quiet, as was the death of the trooper as the shot passed through his head.

What was there now was utter chaos, dead everywhere and a collapsed temple behind her, Ebony looked around for an exit first and foremost, but she was blocked by three rather thought looking men that were covering the back of [member="Raien Keth"] Ebony decided to shoot first and ask questions later. Also because one of these "Sun guards" decided the same thing, causing her to duck and role aside, where she then came face to face with another guard. He looked down at her and she looked up at him, his blaster aimed tot he battle, but hers to his chest, and within the moment, his body too slumped to the ground.

"Oh God! oh God! oh God!" Ebony repeated to herself in dismay, a very angry looking sith and two sun guards, no to mention those other two massassi, Ebony was not in the best of situations as shots flew back and forth between the forces.

 

[Sera Inkari]

Location: Ruined Temple Basement, Communication Center.
Mission: Dream?
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Raijin"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Judah Dashiell"] | [member="Veino Garn"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mR1w02RtoY​

The Red Seer’s farseeing her failed her, such was the nature of predicting possible futures, her Master’s would not look upon her failing lightly. Unfortunately she found herself welded shut, prisoner of her fortified room as their temple fell, men screamed as they tried to open the door, and sera’s body began to burn ever brighter, a shimmering barrier of fire trying in vain to stop the heavy stone which sort to crush her, so much so her skin began to blister, energy building. An acoloyte, a self made prisoner, she made no match for her dreams fate as larger slabs fell, chained as she was to bondage she could not escape.

Gracefully she pulled her hands to her lap, because her bonds were broken by falling stone, kneeling, she closed her eyes to draw inward, and finally one shining beam made its way through their fortified room, cutting most of what lay ahead of her in two. All became black and still once again, including her, wedged under their roof. Peace sadly didn't last long, they didn't stop, sparks and shrieks cut blasting and blistering dead or dying in orbital deliverance, their fate sealed in their force. Still being fired upon, each shot destroyed more of what lay here, and made their ruins more dangerous to traverse.

Soldiers crawling wounded over rubble, they made little effort to save anyone else, if they even made it through the haunting scene. Yet... there was his presence and a hope walking through her dream, she called in warning, reaching to him with her mind, ~quickly foundations and sewers below you are not safe~. [member="Veino Garn"]. Stress caused by continuing orbital fire, could well bring everything down, all the way, her farseeing sensed that strong possibility.

Her glow beneath their rubble dimmed, and kindled. Sera couldn’t feel, anything, her feet moved but there was no sense of touch, just numbness, just heat from her fire dimming and burning her skin, her untrained elemental art tried to save her, sorching and melting that which lay trapping her body, but threatened to just burn her up in doing so.

 

[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"] |

Tripping, Darth Ayra fell onto one knee as the first vine spread up across her leg. Instantly, she chopped the root off her feet to stand back up. Suddenly, she found herself being covered in the roots, entangled in their hold as the man- or whatever he was- came in to take off her arm.

She could never believe it, but Ayra discovered a new level of hatred for all things alien and Jedi. She had heard of a Jedi's powers to entangle someone in nature, but this was the first time that she had been met with this form of the Force. Seething, the Dark Lord swung her arm through the vines that entangled them. Driven by her hate, Ayra lifted her lightsaber up into Relit's swing.

Combined with his momentum and the vines that were holding her, Ayra's lightsaber flew out of her hand. It's hilt was destroyed off Relit's blow, making it useless. Disarmed- although not in the way the Jedi Master had aimed for- Ayra expanded her powers in the Force.

Force Draining the vines that held, they began to wither and die whilst empowering her Force Powers. Force contorted in her rage, Ayra locked eyes on Relit, ever vigiliant of his next move. He had taken her main form of assault- she was an excellent lightsaber combatant- and with no lightsaber to use, Relit had gained the advantage.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Objective: Deal with family, go after big bad
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Enemies: [member="Razor Shot"]

The kick came up toward Cyril's face. He was a bit too focused on the sudden half-explosion going on at the Sith Temple. Within moments, the ziggurat would be reduce to naught but ash. Anyone inside was going to be having a very bad day indeed coalition forces included. It was a price that had to be paid, and odds were most of the warriors were not deep enough within to truly be effected by the assault. Cyril was confident that the only people suffering the turrets' fire were the Sith themselves.

This line of thought was lost to him when he went stumbling down the stairs. His face in particular hurt. Today was not going to be a good day, it seemed. Grumbling a string of curses under his breath, the Jedi Master drew up to his full height, and ignited his blue blade. The Sith was attacking from the shadows. Cyril would fix that shortly.

"It's best to give up now. Your temple lay in ruins, and we'll be taking your Dark Lord into custody soon enough. Submit, and you may find some form of redemption. Keep fighting, and I assure you, you will not survive." He stated plainly. Stepping forward, Cyril extended his senses. At first he could not find his quarry, but then -- "Got you." The Jedi Master's lightsaber went flying from his hands. He controlled the blade's arc as it shot toward the would-be-invisible figure. there would be no redirecting this one.

 

[Bolt]

Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]
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 grinned to himself, his guess that his nephew was a Master was becoming more and more accurate. Inexperienced men would have stumbled about as they sought the Stealth Master, but Cyril used the Force in a way that was similar to echo location. Had Zaiden utilized Art of the Small, he would have blended into the general scenery, but that wasn't the idea was it?

No. He wanted his nephew to show himself. To be who he was. As it is, the idea of personality was currently showing to be a perfect combination of himself and his twin sister. Cyril maintained the protective nature of his mother, with their combined stubbornness, and Zaiden's aggressive nature.

Cryil was the man Zaiden had long wished himself to be.

While these thoughts came, the Master of Light and Dark watched Cyril hurl at lightsaber at him. As it flew, Zaiden crouched low, hovered a hand over the hilt of Viper which hung at his hip, and waited....

At the last second, he would side step and draw the blade with a swiftness that was near undetectable - Krayt Strike was an attack that utilized the shortness of the blade compared to the scabbard, to have an intensely fast outward and up swing. His target, was the hilt of Cyrils lightsaber, which, unless covered in a superiorly durable surface, would be damaged - hopefully to the extent of no longer being useable. Even if he didn't strike it, however unlikely, the sidestep protected him from the heated plasma.

Straightening his body, he swung the sword down to the side, and deactivated his cloaking device, "Wish I had skill in hiding my Force Essence." He said calmly, a blatant lie, "But do not expect me to flee. I have lived many lives, and never once have fled a battle I hadn't fought.

"But listen now. I am not Sith. I am loyal to someone here, that is all." Zaiden called out, not naming them as it was unnecessary, "You needn't slay me." The words were almost mocking, though not quite, "If you wish to battle, knowing I am not the enemy you seek, I am game."

 

[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

Seeing the change in the rattan vines, the Jedi Master cut his hand to the left, gesticulating towards the removal of the force. Quiet now, he told the vine through the thread of the force, it was time for rest. Just then, the Sith Lord would grip the woody standing dead of a vine and runners gone to seed, waiting once more until called of favor. Relit would have many favors due after this day, a healthy stock of rattan would find home within the Jedi Academy held sacred by the Galactic Alliance. But those were thoughts for another day.

He shifted to his left, noting the departure of the saber but not paying it any due. He merely stared down the length of his blade, no longer pinned between the shambling walls of the academy and this Sith Lord. "I have no desire to kill you, Sith." He watched the destruction around him, the mayhem, and while he held remorse, he accepted the need for it. This alliance was one of necessity, one of requirement. For the reasons that stood kneeling before him, as he collected the force around him and began to prepare for the inevitability in confidence, in ambition, as unguided as it might be. "Stand trial for your crimes, stand accused and make right your low path. And be redeemed."

Could she be redeemed? He didn't know, didn't understand her crimes. But by Ashla, it was always worth the shot to prevent the needless death of those who stood against the light. They were merely misguided, they deserved a chance. But only this one, he would not relent again against this figure.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Whats left of temple grounds...Doorway
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Ebony Blackheart"] ? GA, SSC
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"] Any other Sith


So much destruction around them, the battle raged on as Jedi and Sith clashing outside the Sith Temple. The blaster fire, the sounds of screams echoing in the distance from ally and foe and even closer the roars of sith monstrosities behind the Sith cloak in dark bloody armor. There so much pain surrounding them he could even feel it from padawan nearby and the blasts from the ships didn't help. Jericho stopped his charge and formed a force bubble around himself to keep debris and nearby blasts from hitting him. He fell to knee and clicked on his breathing mask to regain his breath as blast render him tired for a moment. But that wouldn't keep him down for long, he stood tall once more using telekinesis to push the surrounding rubble around him away. He continued on jump over he debris making his towards the doorway once more.

His attention focused on the defender of the doorway and his minions. As menacing as the warrior that stood before him was, Jericho would not falter. As Jericho saw it, he would just be another sith in his collection from the hunt, in the took to charge at the man. The warrior analyzed his foe once more from head to toe, Jericho had size on his side and that heavy armor would most likely weight him down unless he was able to enhanced his speed and strength. The warrior was never the type to underestimate his foe after all. A factor Jericho would not undermine as many could do, including himself. Understanding this he enhanced his own speed with the force as he continued his head on charge. It seemed that blasts did little to affect the armored man as he went to do a massive two handed swing backed with his full body.

The blades clashed and Jericho felt the other warrior's strength. Telling this from the way he moved, Jericho knew the other warrior would be heavily reliant on his own strength and equipment. Jericho was going to aim to end this quickly as the Raien pushed the warrior pushed back using his superior size to continue their clash. Jericho could feel the earth under begin speed up and combust, but with a closing of his fist the earth under him obeyed his command and hardened and stopped leaving him to keep the clash between them. Before long a woman charged from the crowd of people and plunged herself into the shoulder of the man. An advantage to end this quickly, Jericho pushed against the man, saber against saber. But a roar distracted up from his continued charge...It was from the armor? What did the woman do? He witness the armor clench itself harder into the man's body to the point where he was bleeding. "What?" Jericho thought to himself, sith and their alchemy and strange but unique armors. Jericho felt himself being pushed back, did this armor make him stronger?! Jericho tried to make keep his push. "Argh..." The warrior grunted this strength was inhuman.

Not only that the woman who attacked the man, fell unconscious the other two nearby were completely discouraged. Could things get worst? As the thought came to mind, the beam of the speechless sith seem to grow and grow. Jericho glanced around to the other two that could of been in harms way and grunted. But now that was not only the issue, the sithspawn with giant axes began to desend from the doorway down to the others. Jericho thought quickly, he could not fight so many foes at once with the three scattered and discouraged like this, he was no general nor did he knew the force skills needed to inspire them. "ARRRGHH!" He roared as he shaped the earth under Raien making a deep hole for the warrior to fall into all the while flipping over him and landing elegantly behind him. He kept his saber up for defense while taking a deep breath to help his focus he launched balls of white flame then made a large wall of flame in their way in case they were incinerated, sith seemed to be fire proof from his experience.

His attention turned to [member="Kira Vaal"] and he moved to grab her and threw her unconscious body over his shoulder. Noticing [member="Tiland Kortun"] was regaining himself from the rubble then and not too far, [member="Evan Kenner"], "You two move with me and regroup to safety!" He shouted and moved a safer area.

 

[Aela Talith]

A
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Nyte Ignis"]
(I didn't realize it was my post, sorry!)

Spoiler

Equipment:
Vanguard Armor
Lightsaber
Necklace
Bracers
Ring

Aela was a Master of defense.

Most of her life she had been taught that assaulting an opponent was the wrong way to fight, that it only lead to harm and self damage, that it was foolish. That was what her father had taught her, what her Mother had taught her, and her Uncle Cameron too. Her entire fighting style was about forcing an enemy to come to her, it was about manipulating them and shifting them to come at you. It gave one power, strength, and a flow and control of the battlefield that would normally not be gained by attacking.

Bait and Switch.

It was how Aela worked, how she functioned.

Her hand slipped up, her lightsaber flicked forward, the bright pink blade catching the lightning as it surrounded her and flowed through the saber. She winced as sparks struck her face, burning cheeks as she took the brunt of the electricity onto her saber. Then, as the Sith flew at her she shifted. Her feet shuffled, her body turning to the side and shifting away from where the Sith would land. Her body moved like liquid, dancing to the side and flowing to the right of the Sith.

Aela's Saber would come up to meet the man's leg, hopefully slicing through it.

 

[Jakkar]

Location: Coming out of Hyperspace
Objective: Arrive On Coruscant, Find work.
Allies: To Be Seen
Enemies: To Be Seen
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Jakkar watched as the Protocol droid comenderred the ship drove it through hyperspace. It had taken all his willpower not to dismantle the Droid to little pieces for what its old owners, did to his family, but he had to restrain himself, he was horrible at flying and this droid knew more of flying ships then him. He had found it on the damaged ship that the murderous pirates owned, a protocol droid, taken on a raid to an a Merchant ship which caused them to be chased to the little asteroid that Jakkar and his family had called home for 20 some odd years.

The pirates had murdered his entire family right before his very eyes because he had resisted them.

When it was his time to die, he had snapped and killed them all. How he didn't know, he had let out a blood-freezing roar and bolts of lightning exploded from his body, killing all of the pirates. He hadn't felt any remorse other then the remorse for his incompetentness he had shown in protecting his own family. He buried them right next to the little cottage he had called home since he was old enough to talk.

He had gone to the pirates ship, taken all that is usefull, finding the little droid hiding in a little hole and left the ship there, it was too damaged to be used. He had found his father's ship sitting there where he left it. The smart-ass droid had told him about the ships model, how old it was and how he could fly it.

He had let it fly the old ship. Though not without threatening it, "If you try anything at all, you will find yourself in a scrapyard." The cowardly droid had made him promise upon promise that it wont try to sabotage him in anyway. He had begrudginly taken its word for it.

He was ripped from his thoughts (thankfully) by the droid, "Master (It had taken to calling him that) scans show that there is multiple battleships in our destination." He had looked at the droid, which was was looking at him innocently. He was bewildered by its stupidity.

"Of course there would be battleships you hunk of junk! It is a capital planet! It will need protection." Jakkar was quite sick of this droid. He was thinking of fallowing up on his promise actually. There was alot of scrapyards at Coruscant...

"Must be what you say master..." The droid agreed with its monotone voice-tone. But then spoke up again, "We are arriving on our destination in 10 minutes." Upon hearing that he left the droid and left to find suitable clothes for his arrival.

In the old wardrobes, he found his fathers old robes and his old mask, from his old militant days. They were all black hood to the boots. When he was done he went back to the ships main-deck were they were the droid was preparing to land on Coruscant.

The ship was suddenly pulled off of Hyperspace without a warning.

Into the middle of a Battlefield...

 

[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"] |

Disgraceful. He had her dead to rights in only those short moments and yet, he took the opportunity to offer her peace. Darth Ayra had discovered at an early age, during those tormented years of seclusion and solitude in the remote areas of Chandrila, that peace was a lie. She lived and breathed the destruction of the Jedi Order. It was her purpose, to remove these weaklings in order to create a better galaxy.

"Pathetic."

It was all that she could comment on his momentary hesitance to kill her. It was a sign that the dark side was with her. The ever constant veil of deception she required to hold keep the imperative in play. To maintain it, through any means necessary. She would not die here. She was all powerful...

The most powerful being in the galaxy.

Belief coursing through her body, made more from a conceited mind that anything else, the Dark Lord lifted her palms to Force Drain the life out of Relit Vandal, all the while supplying her with more power. Her eyes glowed a nefarious red as she maintained the technique. Her mouth laughing as she did it, enjoying every excruciating moment.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : A
Location : Escaping ze Sewers!
Enemies : [member="Sera Inkari"]
Allies : [member="Veino Garn"] \\ [member="Darth Raijin"] \\ [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Gear : Listed in this post




Judah had heard the creaking and groaning going on above. Rumbling could also be heard, either from bombs or just general explosions due to all the destruction. Dust was falling down on his shiny new armor, coating it in a thin layer in a small amount of time.


He was no engineer but something told him all was not right with the structure they were trying to break into. If the sewers were built decently, they should hold up under most of the attacks. Based on his experience, many poor folk and those who couldn't escape often went down into sewers to ride out the violence. Still, it didn't mean the structure couldn't collapse. There was a lot of weight above.


"Its getting real shaky...lets pick up the pace."


He moved to stand more in a supported area near a pillar, moving closer to the actual (now collapsed) Temple that they wanted to head into. Judah was starting to suspect they were going to have to fight Sith while picking and squeezing between bits of rubble.


What joy.