The Sacking of Zeltros

[Cordelia deWinter]

Zeltros City​

Street Party​

Aliies: [member="Rosa Gunn"]​

Enemies:[member="Jericho"] [member="Flint Dexen"]​

Objective: Spread Terror​

A face came; a new figure. The Hunter and the Seeker. Ahh... what layer is this? Cordelia would mull to herself thoughtfully as the woman in white would narrow those lavender eyes upon [member="Flint Dexen"].

A bellow would be cast from the Jedi Master, and in its wake would lurch the strike of permacrete and steel. However, the sonic blast would not strike that of the Weaver of Nightmares.

From under a shroud of pale moonlight, lids open and boring down from her balcony perch would stand the Voss Mystic, a delicate hand outstretched to protect Rosa from the cull of the sonic wave. A shimmering sphere of iridescent light would pulse gently, lightly -- beckon almost seemingly with the soundless thud of a heartbeat.

From under her masked cowl, Cordelia deWinter would merely smile.

 

[Sawa Ike]

Location: Palace
Allies: One Sith [member="Ceran Moerelle"] [member="Cypra Krum"] @Ire’Rain Sekairo
Enemies: Jedi [member="Lan Graendal"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Uther Weiss"]

Sawa moved towards the gates of the palace and she held a grin on her face now. Mostly because the package was inside and the sounds of battle were coming. Some had been revealing themselves which she did slowly letting the hydrastaff slip down her hand until the five heads were ready. The guards in her way getting silver eyes while she watch closely until it was time. Her foot rooted to the ground and focused with the force energy, her breathing going in and out. She moved at him as the blaster rifle raised and lashed out the staff spitting from one head into his mouth as he spoke.

The energy lept from her feet as she moved up and came down sending a chuck of stone into the air to block a volley of shot. Then a quick kick to the stone as it went into them before the wall, fangs snapped into place with a sharp click before Sawa was jumping up again and pushing the force throughout her body to rise up onto the wall giving the guard a hiss while lashing out with the staff going around his neck. As she pulled him towards herself and pushed his feet to send him away with a snapping sound coming. The small grin of amusement showing while her lips went together and Sawa focused on the force energies to jump towards the next part of it with a whistling.

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Sawa Ike"]

Yusan came around the corner, slowly clapping as his eyes flared crimson red and seemed to even shift with his hands tightening on the blade in his hand. "My my, you guys really don't know when you shouldn't belong, ill give you one chance my pretty enemy. Surrender or be humiliated..." He smiled and spun his saber handle for a moment, still uninitiated but finger on the ignition as he waited for a response. His free hand already collecting force energy in his palm and ready to utilize it in the needed form. "Shall we dance my lady?"

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus had got used to the mask by now but the breathing apparatus - primarily designed for filtering poisonous gases - was uncomfortable. And what was the purpose? To filter out pheromones. It was like giving a Wampa a fur coat.

So she removed the filter and instead put the durasteel 'wall' back up. The cold fish was back. She would have laughed at the situation. Fourteen years having to live without emotion and no sooner had she been taught a technique to access them, than she'd have to shut them down again.

Once she did she stopped walking. Although the route was clear in her mind, now she'd closed down her emotions, the drive to find Balaya had diminished. Looking through the mask, she was reminded of its symbolism. This was no personal crusade to avenge a fellow Jedi - it was her responsibility to defend those in need.

She was close to the starport now and there was a sufficient commotion to tell her she was needed there isntead. So she changed direction and headed straight for the ships - quickening her pace.

 

[Lucifer Erebus]

Location: Communication Hub
Enemies: [member=Veino Garn] [member=Camellia Swift]
Allies: [SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Lady Exedō"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]Objective: Seize Communications[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]Lucifer was waiting with his small flock of servants outside the back entrance waiting for the signal. Then he felt it, a large Dark side influence that pulled his attention, it was entering the hub. Lucifer decided that it was finally time to raise some hell, he cut down the down door and suddenly came under heavy fire. Damn, I thought more would be at the front. He began reflected the shots from the republic soldiers, managing to wound quite a few, but taking heavy damage in the process, he grabbed on of the guards he had turned and drained them to regain his vitality. Lucifer then grabbed the blaster from the recently deceased guard and began on return fire, hoping to lower there numbers before going in. Lucifer decided that he had to hold out, hoping that the Sith Master would be able to take the compound or at least the attention of some of the men firing at him.[/SIZE]

 

[Shinju]

Location: Coms
Objective: Eat Camellia Swift's Squad
Allies: One Sith [member="Lucifer Erebus"]
Enemies: Jedi/Republic [member="Camellia Swift"] [member="Veino Garn"]

Shinju stood there and looked upon them, these ones who were coming out while her eyes flicked around. She could taste all of them and brought her hands up, letting the squad surround her while she stood there for a moment bringing her hands behind her head. The smile remaining on her face as she waited for it. One step, two steps... "Why officers... Was I speeding?" Not the best coming from her but she focused briefly for a moment as there was a pop and distorted burst of energy. The sound of the ones behind her being thrown back as realization shown on their faces.

Then the soldiers were in the air when the weaponized defensive implants sent off a wave of force energy into the face of the men. Her reflexes coming to bare while she moved. The force seeping through her bones and muscles, the one blade coming out as she sliced it into the throat of one of the men before throwing it and catching another. Shinju pulled the chainsword as it revved up catching one of the men on the ground in the face, the snipers on the roof her main concern as Shinju pulled one into her line of sight. The body on her chain sword grinding as it went through his chest.

"Hahahahaha" She was laughing and grabbed one of the soldiers keeping the hands on the blade and sword while she slid the derriphan along his skin where it burned and bubbled. The chainsword going to the side as it spit out some guts and gore t the ground. Shinju moved back getting closer to the building while her teeth gleamed in the light. "Come on little pretty come and play with me." The soldier moved while Shinju stopped the blade revving and let herself get tackled into the door with a grunt, one leg coming up almost behind her head as she was on the ground and the heel slicing into the face.

The screams came as she felt that warm gush and reached up grabbing as the skin digging her fingers in and pulling until there was a pop while she started to walk in. The man was still alive but she held a jawbone while licking it clean and chewing. The feeling of more people coming while gurgling was behind her. The small tingle of electricity in the walls while boots coming at her brought her attention around. Shinju reached out a hand hooking the jaw in the covers handle then pulling it open. The men were visible now and Shinju touched feeling for the spark as it came to her and she saw the lights flicker.

She could feel the energy going into her as she worked to convert it and the energy made her itching eyes burn with heat. The sound of boots coming down the hall brought her attention back up while she crouched low letting the golden fire turn light red and then burn cherry red behind her eye lids. Shinju released it once all of them were in sight and heard the sounds, the lights down in the hallway going out leaving only the red glow as it went through them and the walls of the building leaving an empty tunnel with pieces of boot and arm. The cannibal stood up walking forward and shaking her head while she gulped in air.

She spoke into the force standing over the pieces... "Did you want original recipe or extra crispy."

 

[Nagate Hei]

Location: Streets/ Red Light District
Objective: Secure the Palace / Assist Master in Dispatching Sith
Allies: @Jericho
Enemies: [member="Rosa Gunn"]

Nagate took the sound dampener from his Master, clipped it on his belt, and activated it. He saw his master take off for a Sith down the street, Nagate tossed his knife into the next building and scaled it to the top, using the sound dampener to sneak up to Jericho's position. Keeping crouched the whole time, he had his vibroknife at the ready and awaited the chance to pounce.

 

[Avo]

Location: Zeltros Palace
Allies: [member="Ekul Selah"], [member="Uther Weiss"], [member="Kian Karr"]
Foes: [member="Ceran Moerelle"], [member="Darth Praelior"]
Objective: Protect the King and Queen, serve the Light
Now Playing: In Between by Beartooth

They can come in legions, they can come with monsters, fiends of darkness and hatred, but the Jedi nor the Light would fall or bow to their desires of fear and anger. No matter how many innocent lives they took, no matter who they slay, they would always be nothing compared to the Force - more particularly the Lightside.

Screams and sharp jolts of pain could be felt in the Force. Lan knew that they were already here and their agents of lust and anger were already trickling throughout the streets and alleyways of this city - even the palace itself. Besides those despairing flares of malice, Lan was relieved to discover that he was not the only beam of light standing guard against the coming onslaught. [member="Kian Karr"] was elsewhere in the palace, which comforted him in knowing that a skilled and capable knight was watching his back.

Igniting his leaf-green lightsaber was a sure sign to those around him that danger was afoot. Many party-goers shot panicked glances at his steel-eyed visage. "Everyone, please return to your homes. Now." His voice was icy-cold and intense, his words amplified by the Force to reach anyone in the main ballroom. With his shimmering green blade, he stood out to civilian and foe alike. Oh well, it was necessary.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Zeltros City.
StreetParty?
Protect Zeltros.

The Jedi Master's gaze scanned the nearby area. The Protector of Tython sighed heavily as he clenched his fists and lowered his arm to brush up against one of the many lightsabers located upon his person. The scent of the Dark Side was ripe upon this planet, a planet that was simply for entertainment. Why here? A way to stop the Republic from receiving income? Or did they simply not like the parties that they weren't invited to? It confused Zaren Bouqi, but the Jedi Master didn't care anymore.

It was time to move.

His cold dark gaze over the city lowered to a nearby area where he sensed a strong concentration of Bogan and Ashlan. Unknowingly however, he sensed people like: [member="Flint Dexen"], [member="Rosa Gunn"], [member="Cordelia deWinter"], and whoever else was around them. Once he knew in which direction they were, the Jedi Master was on the way, and how fast he moved when he was determined.

 

[Uther Weiss]

((OOC: For some of you guys assaulting the Palace, please remember there is a crap load of guards and security forces about, with armored vehicles. This is like trying to assault the White House while it’s being guarded by the military, secret service, and SWAT. Also, be mindful that you are not fighting in a vacuum. You are taking direct action on a planet deep within the Republic that is known to maintain a sizable security force, and this is wartime, so the longer you linger, the more likely you will be overwhelmed by reinforcements.))

Primary Objective: Support Kian Karr

Secondary Objective: Coordinate with security forces In and around Palace

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Location: Front Guard House, Between inner and outer walls.

Due to the heightened security around the palace in the face of an imminent attack, the curious package never made it past the guard house between the outer and inner walls. As the exotic ropo was an animal, it would need to receive a thorough scanning for contaminants by the palace guards themselves. Even if the critter been delivered by the Lord Protector himself, stringent protocols would still have been carried out, especially in the face of war. This was the Royal line we were talking about here. The use of biological weapons by the Sith was well known by this time, and the Zeltrons were uniquely qualified to understand biological warfare. There was great delay in processing the ropo though, as priority had been taken on shoring up defenses in and around the palace. So the container carrying the little guy remained locked up within the security hold of the guard house, a small dish of water having been placed inside the container to keep the ropo hydrated until someone could get to it later. That would probably wouldn't be for a long time though, as it was completely forgotten in the face of direct attacks against the palace.

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Location: Throne Room

While Uther appreciated Karr's consoling, he couldn't help but find amusement in his mentor's words as he had been worrying about him this whole time. The One Sith and their allies really had it out for the Jedi, and they had the means to do it. Last time it had been in the form of Voxyn. Now what horrors would be unleashed upon them this time around?

There wasn't any more time to ponder hypothetical, as he felt a small disturbance in the Force, quickly followed by a resounding boom that echoed throughout the halls. His radio came alive with frantic chatter as a guard had been shot dead, with much splash damage all around. So that’s how all the raid would pop off.

Thanks to the miracle of modern technology, the entire palace was rigged with a sophisticated surveillance system. He got on comms with the guards in the security room, directing them to review all the cameras and sensors trained on the area where the guard had been shot to guess a rough trajectory. All signs pointed to the garden, but with the crappy weather, it was hard to determine the location precisely. Not that it mattered much. Any marksmen worth his salt would never remain in the same place, not with a blaster.

The guards reviewing the tape also noted how the beam that hit their comrade exploded outward on contact, instead of just plowing right though him like a standard blaster bolt. Particle weapons. That didn’t surprise him, as they were one of the weapons of choice against a lightsaber-wielding jedi. The bolt fired from a particle weapon scattered into tiny explosive beams upon impact against most forms of barriers, so a lightsaber was useless for deflecting them.

“All Jedi in the vicinity,” he started on an encrypted line. “It has been confirmed that particle weapons have been deployed. I recommend you all have a fallback weapon at the ready.”

“Karr,” he spoke to his friend directly. “It wouldn’t kill you to pick up a blaster, just in case. You can even set it to stun.”

With the Jedi warned, it was time to neutralize whatever was hanging in the bushes. He sent one of the recon droids through the open balcony to scan the garden and the surrounding area. It gained altitude until had a perfect overview. Due to the weather and nighttime conditions, the recon droid mostly relied on its trio of radars, night vision, and infrared cameras for its scan. It found nothing conclusive on its initial sweep, so it began two processes in addition to real time scanning. The first process was snapping stills of the scene below, comparing each photo to spot changes. It processed thousands of such images per second. The second process was trying to spot out irregular objects within the scene, looking for unique radar signatures and emissions amongst the vegetation.

While the recon droid performed its scan, guards were ordered to stand at all the paths in and out of the garden. Even if they couldn’t get the bastard(s), they could at least try to contain them. However, Uther cautioned the security chief not to commit too many forces to the area. The force could just be serving as a distraction, or they could even be trying to bait out high value targets.

Not much later, their gunner fellow was joined by an assailant at the front of the palace. On radio, they were described as a female wielding something that looked like an amphistaff on steroids. Biots...possibly mutated biots. That wasn’t good, and Uther seriously considered leaving the throne room to handle threat personally, but then it was reported that a lightsaber wielding chap had just appeared out of the blue. He finally patched into a direct feed, witnessing the standoff as a small squad of guards arrived to respond to the new threat.

For now, he would remain within the throne room to observe the situation and help coordinate with the palace guard. He expected that there were many more surprises in store for them, so it was wise to exercise some patience before he got into the fray.

[member="Sawa Ike"], [member="Lan Graendal"], [member="Memorial"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Ceran Moerelle"], [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[The Dark Man]

Taking over this town they should worry,
But these problems aside I think I taught you well.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run.

Caution. It was a deep notion imbedded into the core of Ekul's very being. He was wary of his opponent, and the hiss of her cerulean blade forced him to reevaluate the situation. His brown eyes, masked by his oval spectacles scattered, searching the alleyway for natural advantages. Puddles of sputtering neon lights sat nearby, a dumpster on his right for which he could use to leap from, and if need be, a fire exit on the building to his left for which he could climb and flee, taking to the higher ground. The alley was ultimately a dead end, where party-goers would find themselves washed up after a vicious night of narcotics and alcohol, slowly oozing out of their system. Though he searched for these things, his mind was not yet untrained on her. He drew his glare back onto her as she whipped around, bringing her blade to heel in a stance he couldn't quite recognise. Maybe he was a bit rusty. Though he quickly surmised that this was due to her inexperience in training in the seven lightsaber forms and their many stances.

And in the winter night sky ships are sailing,
Looking down on these bright blue city lights.
And they won't wait, and they won't wait, and they won't wait.
We're here to stay, we're here to stay, we're here to stay.

Ekul Selah took the opening stance of Soresu, Form III and the Way of the Mynock, or the Resilience Form. Soresu relied on economy of motion and energy efficiency, keeping up constant blade-movement to build up momentum and minimize energy-expenditure. It focused on strong defensive technique to outlast an opponent, waiting until they began making mistakes due to frustration or fatigue, before taking advantage of these lapses and countering. However, despite its effectiveness, Soresu was often at the end of heavy criticism due to its lack of offensive capabilities, as it merely facilitated survival rather than victory. Words drifted in and out of his mind, words spoken to him, and words he had learnt in lectures. 'The road is long, but it is worth the journey, for a true master of Form Three is invincible.' Ekul bent his knees, left foot forward, right foot back. His left arm stretched out, palm open, his right hand bringing his blade back, high, facing down and inward. 'You lack the physical strength required for the powerful attacking strikes of Djem So or the other aggressive forms. You must rely on quickness, cunning and, most of all, patience to best your enemies.'

Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and a lionheart.
A lionheart.

Even in his chosen form, Ekul knew his options of attack were limited but ultimately his decision. It was not the Jedi way to attack, but rather defend. The irony of this, but this Sith had slain one of his kin, a brethren of the Order. Vengeance called. It was clear she was not going to attack first, and so he launched himself at her in a flurry of attacks, all the while his defence remained supreme. Ekul swung his golden plasmatic blade one, then reserved the stroke, attempting to slash her arms. He accelerated into a blur of motion complex and rapid enough to baffle even the gaze of an experienced swordsman. His attacks were absolute fluidity, one motion flowing into the next, without a wasted effort. Ekul Selah had a reputation for improvisation, and completing these series of attacks, he sprung high in a leap, the Force carrying him softly, summersaulting, shifting his weight, torque his muscles and spinning him so that when he landed on the dumpster to her left and his right, he was facing her. His technique was flawless; he landed, perfectly balanced. He dove towards her, and past, attempting a ferocious strike through her legs, before hitting the ground and coming up in a roll. He wasn’t sure if any of his strikes had struck true; time would tell. He quickly began to backpedal, turning from the aggressor to the defender, bringing in his blade in tight. But now, his back was closing in on the dead-end.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]
[member="Cypra Krum"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

Location: Palace grounds
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi/Republic [member="Memorial"]

Sawa turned as she looked at the man clapping. Her smile showing as it deepened and the barest hint of yellow came to her silver eyes while laughing. "Your scent is familiar... Have I threatened your before? No wait..." Sawa trailed off while she moved around and looked at the door seeing her datapad with a small flick of her eyes. "Your him aren't you? The one whose children were given to the sith and trained by torturing their mother. Oh I always wanted to meet Vornskrs little plaything." Her eyes never wavered from his while taking everything in with the dauntless blade appearing. She didn't need to outfight him she just needed to out move and have the agility. "Sadly though as famous as you are.... echani I can't leave there are people inside who need to die and plenty of sith getting ready to do it." She kept herself still for a moment and focused tapping her heel into the ground as the force energy went a different way. Not into her hands but into her feet and fangs extended. "Though you could help us, help the sith here and now and I'll reunite you with your wife. She misses you so and your children they are here.. fighting against the Republic. Would you kill them?" Sawa kept at it because she was slowly moving back around while the datapad chirped. "Time is almost up, you aren't going to like what happens later and you won't want to be the biggest force user here at the palace."

 

[Gir Quee]

CXC Conveyor Shuttle Moonlight, in the air around Zeltros

Allies: all Jedi and Republic forces

Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Objective: Beat down the Sith, provide air support to Republic forces and Jedi

fifty meters above the city's skyline, the whine of the shuttle's laser cannons filled the air of the cockpit. Standing behind his launch pilot, Gir watched the dual streams of laser fire tear apart a horde of monsters. Gir had never seen anything like the grotesque horde, with their unnatural fangs and horns. If he had been on the ground, he would have been terrified. But he was not. He was in the air, along with the starships carried by his pocket carrier, the Crescent Light,

It's too bad it wasn't in his element, space, but airpower could work for him..."

"Oh karn it," swore the co-pilot, "there's more of the buggers."

The shuttle briefly shifted and banked to the left, before unleashing twin streams of laser fire into the crowd of creatures. Gir doubted they would get even close to finishing every last one of them from their air, but they could certainly cut down the numbers so that there were only individuals running around.

"I don't get it," said the sullustan co-pilot, "if they didn't bring any ships here, how did so many of them get here? Not exactly like you can walk a dozen of these through customs..."

Gir pondered the thought, pulling up a pair of macrobinoculars to focus on some of the deceased Sithspawn. He eyed their charred remains and almost vomitted from the motion sickness caused by the constantly moving shuttle. But in that quick glimpse, he could see that though they were monsters now, they had once been ordinary people. The man from Hast frowned.

"We're dealing with a thinking enemy..." mused the naval officer, "but logistics is what we do best. If you can't bring them here, then they came from here."

"Right," quipped the co-pilot, "because there's a store that says, here, come buy your Sithspawn or whatever the hell you call...those...ah...things."

"They were people once," said Gir quietly, "but that's a fair point. They had to be made here though if they didn't come in by any ships. You guys keep shooting them up, and I'm going to start running some numbers based on where their being sighted from."

"It's not like we're the only ones shooting them up," said the pilot, "here, have Gev here hand you the spare headset, we can hear where the other guys are finding them too."

Gir nodded and quickly put the headset on, listening in to the comm chatter of the Liberty squadron, flying a dozen Narra-class Interceptors with the BUP Upgrade package, another CXC Conveyor Shuttle, Crescent Moon, and a pair of BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships.

It wasn't the most impressive force put together, but it would be enough to hunt down and hopefully destroy the source of the Sithspawn. Gir began to filter in the reports and jot down notes on his datapad. He tapped a button on his comlink headset as he began to filter in the reports.

"Lieutenant Toka, are you there?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, I want you and any available crewhands to start going through the reports about these Sithspawn and work with the civilian emergency and security forces to get an idea on where they're coming from."

"Search and destroy."

"I'm afraid it's more a manhunt, first," said the officer, "I've already got all the ships down here shooting up the streets taking them down, and I'm tracking that as best as I can from the shuttle, but you've got more computering power up there, and access to the maps. What we're looking for is a suitable location to hold all of these creatures, somewhere wouldn't they wouldn't be seen, like a warehouse or some sort of storage facility probably...but keep your mind open. Maybe they hid them in some liquor vats or something, they seem to have enough them around here with all the partying going on."

"On it sir."

Crescent Light forces present over the City:

1 CXC Conveyor Shuttle Moonlight
1 CXC Conveyor Shuttle Crescent Moon
12 Narra-class Interceptors with the BUP Upgrade package (Liberty Squadron)
2 BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Zeltros Spaceport
Allies: One Sith; [member="Nickolas Imura"]; Anyone else helping
Enemies: The Zeltros Spaceport Guard
Objectives: Wreck spaceport; Sabotage & hampering evacuation of Zeltros

Vyctora finished up with guards before leaving the ravaged station. As she left the devastated hangar, huge voluminous smoke-filled clouds streamed out into the nightsky of Zeltros, contributing to increasingly chaotic situation on this fateful night. Vyctora hurried to her ship, still docked in the adjacent hangar that she came in from. She informed D4 "Take off now, stay in orbit until I call. Be alert, republic ships are plenty. Stay unseen."

Her objective now would be to head to Station 4, to assist in the destruction of more ships. The attack on Zeltros seemed going according to plan. She could see columns of billowing smoke in more places than one. That was good. Very good. Hood up, she hastily fastened on a small rebreather. And stealthily hurried to Station 4. More explosions rocked the building, as other Siths in the spaceport group, carried out their own destruction. More than half of the Zeltros Spacesport lay in ruins.

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

Woe to the vain, and woe to the vanquished​

Woe to the dark, woe to the death of a good heart​

And sorrow for the sky, down the window pane​

Regret for the guy who has no shame​

Woe to the players, to the players of the ultimate game.​

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My heart was beating as fast as ever. Inside all I could feel was this pitiful rage. All it wanted to do was see me destroy everything around me. Old Man, Cypra, Zeltros. Everything. But I needed to keep my head as clear as possible. Though this sure as hell wasn't my first rodeo, if I wasn't careful, it would be my last. And I was not gonna die half-hung-over on a goddamn party plenty. No way was I going to be the newest laughing stock of the One Sith. Especially not right after gaining the respect of the other trainees at the academy. I had to do this right. Even if it meant giving in a little more to the dark side. Even if I had to use every ounce of other people's emotions to do so. I'd let anyone fuel me if it meant getting to break some bones tonight.​

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With a snarl I beckoned for him to began.​

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Sitting all alone, upon the iron throne​

Hearing naught but the rains' mighty drone​

A sorry sight to see​

For an old man of the old sea​

Oh, says hell, won't you come back to me​

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Soresu, the third form. Quite similar in technique to what I used to use. Just a little more defense-orientated. In all my years at the Jedi Temple (roughly 17, I believe) I had never truly found a form that fit me. Makashi came fairly close, it's fluid movements, fast footwork, and the general feel of it. For my own purposes I used a modified version of it's stance. My feet were roughly shoulder-width apart, with my left foot about one third of a meter behind my right. Both of my heels were slightly elevated above the ground. Moving was a precise thing, with gentle sliding, a few steps, and no dragging of feet allowed. Every movement had to be planned, smooth. Otherwise it was like a Rancor in a tea shop. I just hoped I could keep up with Old Man Soresu (as I had decided to call him). Previously I had mainly just fought opponents who focused on slow, strong attacks. Speed is something I already have. What I need is more than the man in front of me. Shouldn't be to hard to go faster than a potentially arthritic geezer, right?​

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That's what I thought up until the point he started moving.​

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Woe to the vain, and woe to the vanquished​

Woe to the dark, woe to the death of a good heart​

And sorrow for the sky, down the window pane​

Regret for the quiet guy who has no shame​

Woe to the players, to the players of the ultimate game.​

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I vaguely noticed someone, who looked like a young teenager, move towards Talia's body. But soon my assailant was upon me, and I had no choice but to ignore the potential theft of my old friend's body. It was probably for the best. As was the calm swing of a blue blade. First strike blocked. Several dozen to go. Somehow I managed to narrowly dodge or block most. One grazed the majority of my upper right arm, causing a hiss to leave my throat, and another singed the top of my hair. Feth. Then again, I can't see the way everyone else can. So I guess that as long as I remember to forget about it everything will be fine.... Yeah that doesn't make any sense to me either. At least I was given a moment's reprieve as OMS leaped up and back. The second I saw him moving towards the dumpster I gathered as much anger as I could. It was time to throw rocks.​

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Lots of them.​

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Old Man Night, says goodnight,​

As he claims another soul,​

Woe to the dark, sorrow for the cold,​

Woe to the heart, regret for the bold​

Old Man Night, won't you stay awhile?​

I think you'll be busy tonight...​

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Talia was dead. The younglings were dead. Imura burned me. Cypra tried to kill me. The Jedi failed to protect what I loved. I failed to protect what I loved. This was it. Everyone was going to die. And I was going to be the one to crush them all. Before I could pull the dumpster out from under him he moved at me again. But this time I was prepared. With the force to guide me I jumped into the air, twisting as I did, ending up facing the dead end. How amusing it would be if I were to kill this man now. Right here, at such a properly named location. However... he didn't seem like the type to die easy. Oh well. Snarling once more I reached out with the force. This planet was full of beings. Filled to the brim with life, every one holding all sorts of feelings. My empathy sucked all that in. With every breath I took I could feel more and more of it. Now to release it. Hitting the ground with a soft 'thud' I opened my lips and let out a bellow. 'Twas a force scream. A yell filled with raw emotion, aided by a rage-fueled force push.​

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"They let me down! They couldn't save anyone! Not even the fething younglings!"​

Not even my soul.​

[member="Ekul Selah"] [member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Seras Goto]

Location: Streets
Objective: Spreading Terror
Allies: One Sith [member="Rosa Gunn"] @Cordellia Dewinter
Enemies: Republic/Jedi [member="Flint Dexen"]

Seras moved now making a small face as she saw the battle had begun, the zeltron following her she gave some explosives and sent her off into one of the buildings that were housing huddling civilians. The explosion going off while Seras laughed with a mechanical sound until she saw two other sith... one she had not seen before and moved slowly. Grabbing one of the falled rifles checking it for her own use but offering a small smile. "Time for the fun to begin I guess." She was looking at others who might be around and slowly pushed her own force energies, she was giving it to them and sought to empower their abilities as needed while she could work and focus off to the side.

 

[Cypra Krum]

Cutting through one guard after another was easy for Cypra. She felt this wasn't a battle but sport. Or maybe not even that given the incompetent way they fought. She stopped and took a moment to look back, seeing how many she'd slain in one corridor alone, before smirking at this. The hood covering her face helped her from being identified by any and all security, which proves useful as she made her way through one after the other. Eventually she came to a fork where she wondered which way to go.

Unsure of which Cypra stood in the center and reached out with the force, trying to sense where anyone was. It proved difficult given the amount of chaos going on. The way to the left had a great number of people fighting while the right had less so. But then, as she continued searching, Cypra felt a familiar presence. Nordii.

To the right she turned, feeling that familiar aura of the force from her, and wondered what she was doing here. Regardless she was more interested in seeing her again, for good or bad she would decide when she actually got there. But there was someone else too. Another force user and likely not on their side. A fight!

She hurried onward in the hopes of actually finding someone who would be a challenge to her. She used the force to hurry herself before finally finding both Nordii and the older looking force user she faced against. She stopped and watched as the two fought before thinking back to Nordii's first encounter with her. Wanting a little sense of revenge she smirked and leaned against the nearest surface while watching the two a little more.

"Not as easy as a droid, is he?" she called out to get both of their attention while giving a little joke to Nordii.

[member="Vargent Nordii"] [member="Ekul Selah"]

 

[Camellia Swift]

Zeltros City
Communications Hub
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Enemies: [member="Lucifer Erebus"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Vyctora Romanov"]
Objective: Beat the Sith down, keep them off the air.

Well that monster at the front door was certainly terrifying. Camellia watched on the screens as the squad sent to intercept the woman was wiped out by something, all knocked around the moment they tried to surround her, and then summarily executed by that ridiculous chain weapon. It looked like the sort of idiotic design someone would come up with to impress a child. . . . .and somehow it was working! Clearly this was a powerful sith as well as they broke the door down with their powers after eliminating one of her snipers. The squad moving into position at the front being obliterated in an equally as horrific fashion as their fellows outside had been.

That monster had to be stopped, and Camellia began putting out a call for such. Hopefully nearby Jedi like [member="Veino Garn"] would respond quickly. "Put everything on lockdown! Close everything between her and this center now! There's been a breach, if any Jedi are hearing this an extremely dangerous Sith has entered the facility and its proven dangerous to send squads near her considering some of her powers she's displayed. She also appears to have some form of device aiding her as well but we have no information on its full abilities. We also have an intruder in the back we're delaying but we are uncertain how long that will last as well."

The back door had been cut down and the squad's attack from down the hall appeared to work. But whatever weirdo this guy was too was proving to be troublesome. One of the guards he had slain before crumbled to the ground as he was somehow revitalized. That was indicative of a species she knew but she wasn't sure where. Regardless it hardly mattered, he deflected blaster bolts back on her soldiers and fired a blaster of his own too. Her forces weren't going to let themselves just die fruitlessly. Their fire was contained in a straight pattern so of course his defenses would hold and he'd whittle them down like this. It was time for them to pull back, tossing a grenade at the Sith at the back door as a distraction while they moved deeper into the communication hub. He could likely shield himself or throw it away with the force before it reached him, but it was just meant to be a diversion hopefully.

In the meantime the Plex launchers were finally found and the two units, one heading toward the front and the other to the back, with them were cautiously setting up in the hallways halfway into the communications hub. No more squads would be sent running into the front, not after that deathly power. A few security units were setup to determine the range of the woman's abilities though if she kept moving before a Jedi could force her back out. It would just suck if the Plex launcher team there got wiped out before they could fire at her. . . .well not even at her of course. That would lead to either Sith flinging it back right? They would aim for the walls or ceiling near the Sith, to hit them with the explosive and block their path if they survived.

Things did not seem to be going pleasantly for the Rendili woman. It wasn't like she had an infinite supply of troops. The Zeltros security was lacking, and she had very few Republic and RHDF Troopers on hand. She was just seeing what she could do, if even delay them was the matter on hand. She already had orders standing should the Sith get too deep for the hub to run dumb children's programming and then destroy the controls. She would rather have people bang their heads over purple dinosaurs stuck on loop than let the Sith have their way if it came down to it.

And she still had to worry about the spaceport.

The units she had meeting up the Jedi hadn't made confirmation yet, but she did hear that security forces were now set with a perimeter. An in addition she got more word from her own ship laid up with repairs, who were deploying in response to the spaceport being attacked. It was nice to have a competent crew who could act on their own while she was busy giving orders elsewhere, they were already getting close and it was saving so much more time than if she had to babysit other officers like children. Several, let's say three, RAETs began landing at the intact portion of the spaceport, deploying RHDF Troopers in their RCA gear and with their P-7 Carbines, along with their accompanying Oversight Recon Droids and Battle Tanks.

They would begin moving in their units around the tanks as core, with the Oversight Droids going on ahead to locate the Sith first. And as trained soldiers once the sith were located they would fan out, take cover, set up sniper positions, and send several squads in under support fire as they moved tanks into place to fire on the hostile forces. The gunships themselves would hover over the region, looking to use their composite beam turrets to lay streams of fire on the Sith.

 

[Garza]

Location: Zeltros Spaceport
Allies: One Sith; [member="Vyctora Romanov"]
Enemies: The Zeltros Spaceport Guard
Objective: Wreck spaceport; Sabotage & hampering evacuation of Zeltros

Walking on towards the Spaceport number 4. I walked past open doors of people starting to leave. Clearly they wanted to leave this planet with the sudden attack of Sith everywhere. In seconds it had gone from partying, to wonder, and to chaos. And oh did I love it. Moving on, I put my saber away on my belt. Drawing my Tri-barreled pistol. I walked the halls towards the opening. It was here that when the door opened, I could see men moving around. Shipments being traded. Most notable, large shipments of spice.

Flammable spices. I smiled as I brought my pistol up. "Choose, you all die, or you give me the ship and leave." I heard laughter as the men drew their own weapons. Dropping the shipment of spice. See, the thing with spice when done poorly, is that it gets everywhere. And it looked like a new guy was on the job because it was all over most of them. I shook my head. "I was trying to be nice. Give you some customer service. But Nooooo Got to point all the guns at me." My pistol was put away. My hands were then thrust out and flames licked to every available spot that was open on the men's skin. Burning them all.

Screams could be heard as the doors behind me closed. Keeping the men in, and all others, out.

 

[Kyla Foy]

((I was allowed to use all these creatures by Balaya. She will control the creatures from now on.)

Destination: Spaceport
Allies: The sith, [member="Darth Praelior"]
Enemies: Everyone else

"Such a bore", Nick thought while his arms were crossed over each other, having gotten orders from the Sith Lords that he was chosen by Balaya to come with her creatures, the creatures were her sithspawn. The darkest creatures he found those things of the universe and the strange thing was, his creation was one of them. It did not seem like it, but he was forced to make his own sithspawn. He looked over a camera which were focused onto the cages, which sith spawns were taken with him and he felt the darkness and dark side of the force trying to penetrate his being.

The ship they were in was one of the ships, he had been allowed to use by Darth Praelior. It was nothing more than a large cargo ship, which was most of the time used for mining equipment, but this time it was only filled with sithspawn. Darth Praelior was the one who actually summoned him. A sith acolyte was rather asked than more Sith Lords? The reason though was that he knew about these Sith Spawns and he was not a rookie anymore in the feeling they tried to give people, the regret, the pain all kinds of sins they tried to lure into people their souls through the force. He pressed a few buttons as the ship would close in on the planet, Zeltros. "Computer Land at the spaceport..I want to go home...quickly." He sat down and grabbed the panel starting to move in as he put on the automatic landing sequence, he prepared himself.

He walked away for the moment going towards another panel quickly pressing a whole load of buttons as he said, "Unlock cages within two minutes, creatures...listen to me right now...You are going to leave the ship and crush every non-sith out there..your master will be awaiting outside of the ship", the only sithspawn that actually he had an impact on was one of the Blackblades which he bended to his will when he had to from the Darth. The young sith started to concentrate allowing the force to penetrate through his body. His force didn't seem as dark as any sith. He had been seeming to use more of the light side of the force.

The moment the ship landed the carrier opened and a big group of sithspawn were standing there all ready for deployment. "Go!" He exclaimed as he just saw the creatures all attacking. When the creatures had left he finally was leaving.

The sithspawn:
Glitter
Unseelie
Leviathan
K'kayeh Dragon
Battle Hydra
Glycon
Graug
Blackblades
Massassi