The Sacking of Zeltros

[Jericho]

Location: Zeltros Streets
Objective: Take down/capture as many sith as possible
Allies: Republic forces [member="Ben Watts"] [member="Flint Dexen"] [member="Nagate Hei"] [member="Emily Kao"] @Zaren Boqui
Enemies: Sith Forces [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"]


THEY BLOODY POP OUT OF NO WHERE!

As Jericho made his attack on the golden masked sith, more appeared to defend her while simultaneously attack the seemingly weaker of the two being the younger Jedi knight. Jericho nodded to the young man as he gave him a grateful nod while his was jest basically saying you're welcome but it was far from over. At first they were out numbered but another jedi made his appearance, his force signature was weak and his face hooded and spoke of jedi being scum but yet, he stood firm to assist the two. Not that he didn't want to know the man but he wasn't going to turn down assistance against the dark forces. When the man made his appearance everyone seemed to feel the need not to do anything for the moment, so Jericho used this to his advantage closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and felt the force signature of his padawan [member="Nagate Hei"]. He was silent and close, well hidden as well, at least hidden enough for no one to notice where he was while the six stood having a force-user stand off.

His attention focused on the golden masked sith, the strongest of the three, when she spoke; Jericho instantly knew her voice and knew who she was. "Master Rosa?" The giant of a man asked, his tone still low and stern but the sound of surprise was obviously made. She was a good woman, though she tended to take more action than speak word, he never thought that she would sink so deep into the dark side. She basked in it and it showed. What happened? Though the two barely exchanged words she was once part of the sanctum, she was family, how could she turn away? He clinched his saber, though he kept a calm mind, he couldn't help but be somewhat disheartened but at the same time flustered. Disheartened that she turned to the darkside, flustered that she broke her oath and loyalty to, what he felt about the sanctum, his family.

Then the name of Watts entered his ear, the former grand master of the Jedi was here?! Also a good man, in his younger years, Jericho remembered that it was [member="Ben Watts"] declared the sanctum allies to the republic and didn't brand them as traitors as many other jedi did. No, he was not just a good man, he was a great one. But now calling jedi scum and his force signature was unrecognizable and weak, was this really the same man? No, deep down he didn't mean it why else was he here to assist them, he could of just went off world after all. Well, Jericho suppose that everyone had their own reasons for doing things and for now he wasn't going to question it. Then Jericho realized that Master Watts was merely mocking how the sith were, obviously their sense of humor were immensely different. Or rather be told, Jericho lacked one and took most things very seriously and takes a moment realize a joke or insult unless it was direct.

Again Master Rosa emitted and powerful wave of fear around them, so much emotion, so much pain, what did she have to endure to cause her to do this? Jericho braced himself, strong and unwavering, he stood firm; no matter how strong the wave of fear was, the sith hunter was unfazed. He has fought many sith and has been tortured more than once, his mind was was mental fortress against fear and other mind trick used by any force user. The same thing could not be said for his padawans and the youn jedi knight. Again Jericho emitted a powerful wave of calming aura. "Steel yourselves. Remember your training and do. Not. Waver!" He shouted not only for the jedi knight but any jedi that was nearby. "Show them your resolve and your will to protect!"

All three of the siths were focus on turning to take out the jedi knight, while there were two bigger threats stand before them. Foolish but Jericho would going to use this to his fullest advantage. The Lorrdian raised his large fist fist and signaled Nagate Hei to strike at Saras Goto, as it was a perfect time to strike from the shadows. He charged enhancing his speed and strength with the force at his former ally and friend, Rosa Gunn. To cover himself, he threw a sticky grenade and to ensure it's destination pushed it with the force to stick on the balcony on which Cordelia stood and blow up on contact. "Old friend or not; I'll give you no quarter Rosa!" He roared as he made his charged at her. He feigned a direct strike only to last second jump to the right to a nearby building and jump from that doing a front flip saber in hand doing a vertical and angled strike. He kept himself tight but relaxed to ensure he gave no obvious openings.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Gir Quee"]

A ramshackle, overgunned YV-929 decloaked over the spaceport.

"Red Flight, this is Captain Jorus Merrill of the Gypsymoth. Cease your air strikes against the Zeltros space port immediately or be shot down."

The Gypsymoth had faked its destruction, and its captain's death, at the Battle of Empress Teta. Jorus had come back from the dead, for purposes of helping defend Zeltros, and was not amused.

 

[Gir Quee]

Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Nick Gamastar"]
Objective: Beat down the Sith

Gir glanced at this datapad, rewatching the strike on the cargo ship. He squinted his eyes. There must have been some sort of explosive on that ship. Proton torpedoes alone don't do that much damage. While the bay where the cargo ship had once sat was a charred mess, doubtlessly needing to be completely rebuilt, the shrapnel from the craft had done about as much damage to the spaceport as they had done to the Sithspawn itself. After all, if the shards of glass were only going to just barely cut cheeks, how would they be expected to cut down ruin solid duracrete and transparisteel?

Gir guessed that while the immediate areas around that bay might need some minor renovation, the vast bulk of the starport outside of the immediate area would be relatively unscathed from that attack.

Still, he would have to be more careful.

His fighters and gunships danced around the port, taking care to only pick off groups of sithspawn in the open with only their laser cannons. The
Sithspawn might not back down, but that was all the better for them. If they wanted to dance around in the streets, he would let them, and then watch them get gunned down in a burst of laser cannon fire. He watched one pass eliminate a pack of the Massassi forces whirling their blades in the streets. But a voice called to him from the cockpit.

"Sir, we have a problem."

Gir sighed, "More specifically?"

"That."

The man pointed to the hydra attacking the oncoming Hammerhead. Even at this range, Gir could realize that the beast was attacking the ship's bridge. Or were they? They were no large explosions, indeed, they seemed to be only interested in harming the bridge itself. Did a figure just swing through the bridgeviewport? He didn't know, but he was sure he didn't want to find out.

"Sir," announced the sullustan co-pilot, "Red Flight is being ordered by some Captain Jorus Merrill to stop shooting up the star port."

Gir frowned. He had only heard of the man, yet pulling up the images from the starships around made it appear that the man was very much still alive. And while Gir wouldn't necessarily agree that Red Flight was shooting up the starport indiscriminately, the Gypsymoth appeared to be more than capable of handling itself against the pair of gunships. He shrugged.

"Red Flight, join Captain Merrill and do whatever he says," decided Gir, "Liberty squadron, pull back from the starport. We're going to establish a no fly zone over the starport."

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Streets of Zeltros
Objective: Wipe Out Sithspawn
Allies: Republic
Enemies: Sith
Gear: In Sig and a jet pack


Having made his way from the palace, in search of the invaders, the Titan of a soldier listened in on the Republic chatter and found that Sithspawn were loose in the city. He decided those would be his targets. He turned a corner to find a few of the most tortured of souls lumbering through the city(Unseelie). They were Sith because no Republic nor Zeltron would treat anyone as low as trash, their eyes gave way to the black holes that were now their souls. Leveling his Reaver, he mowed down a handful, the rest wreathed in pain as though they felt the others die. Deimos felt compelled to end their suffering. Finishing off the last of the tormented with a sustained burst from the Reaver, he moved on to the next objective.


The behemoth felt the ground tremble where he walked. He peeked around a corner to witness a Horde of ugly Grub (Graug) looking beasts shambling along as they fought small pockets of Republic soldiers. The standard issue trooper stood little chance, the skin of the beasts seemed to absorb a lot of firepower. Only a couple were taken down by sustained fire from multiple troopers. Behind them thundered a pair of giant, even uglier, hunchbacked walking armored beasts (Glycon). The mammoth soldier stepped out, leveling his Reaver on the first swarm of grubs, and slammed the trigger down. Pouring massive amounts of bolts into the faces and chests of the Horde. More than a couple began to fall. The troopers began to rally, picking up fallen repeaters and lobbing grenades as they chanted a reverie of triumph. Deimos continued to fire as he ran towards the Horde. He jumped behind a barricade and planted the Reaver on the top of the mound, using it to stabilize his attacks. He handed the Reaver off to a pair of troopers and the ammo backpack he carried. Pulling out the Ravager, he stepped out from behind the barricade and fired two shots at one of the giant walkers. Both struck, making the best step back, but where they connected, only a small char detailed it's chest. It roared in challenge against it's assault. The other stepped up to its side and joined in its challenge

This was going to be tougher than he thought, as the Republic troopers fixed their attacks on the grubs, concentrating fire on one at a time, they began to wear down the beasts. The numbers began to become more even.

[member="Darth Praelior"] (OOC- figured if let you know that I'm attacking your pets, if you wanted to control some of their movement or let me RP it out over a couple more posts.)

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: Erm unsure
Enemies: Stupid bloody honour why veles why
Location: a fury incoming towards zeltros

Darth Banshee was coming in with sith soldiers, she had no idea what had happened yet. Though she soon will, and it will break her. She landed in center of the city, and felt a familiar presence her former master Darth Veles. Though something was wrong she could sense it, what how ever she had no idea. Her fury landed in clearing, and her troops quickly disembarked from it. She turned and began to give orders to her men, First platoon you're with me, second platoon secure this area.

She then head off, soon she could see dismembered zeltrons. She could understand why they were killed, sith should not demean themselves by killing them. The reason was simple, they were not worth fething killing. They most of converted a Jedi, and sudden rush emotion had sent them over the edge. It would not be the first time it had happened, and it won't be the last time either. If only Jedi could learn to accept their emotions like a sith, then the galaxy would be much better place.

[member="Avreet Zatarus"]

 

[Disciple]

Disciple may have been singing in the rain, and to many he was likely an enigma, but part of that enigma was that he was an expert tap dancer. Sadly, the ability to tap dance was mooted by all the blood he was tapping across. It was more like a kid frolicking in a puddle than an impressive display of slamming your feet against a hard surface.

There wasn't much hard about corpses, especially the sort without limbs. Poor [member="Darth Banshee"] wasn't going to see his impressive dancing skills today, but she did get a good look at what the insane Sith could do; piles and piles and piles of dead civilians.

He'd gotten bored.

The Sith were boring. Converted Jedi were even more boring.

Were she paying attention she'd find a few dead Sith amid the bodies, all killed by what appeared to be the cane the clown was holding. How in the 'verse he'd managed to make a blunt object sharp few would ever know.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location:
Allies:
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies:
[member="Avreet Zatarus"]
[member="Nickolas Imura"]
[member="Vyctora Romanov"]

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Kana let her eyes shift between the Mon Calamari stranger and the other two Sith. Was she actually contemplating this? Would she aid the Sith? The man had a point, it would be to save a lot of lives and it would certainly be better for the people of Zeltros if this slaughter went back to the… original plan.

“Wait, so we’d be doing this to help you get back on track with your old plan?” Kana couldn’t help look just a little bit confused. “Since neither of us have ignited our sabers yet I-...”

Was Kana contemplating this now? What would she gain out of this? No, what would The Republic gain from this? Sure, they would get rid of a few crazies, but it would be still be in the Sith’s favor. She could understand the want to end all this mindless violence and needless to say Kana was torn. Corvus seemed willing, the others did too. It all came down to her at this point, yet… No, [member="Kian Karr"] had told Kana about the assault on Tython, about the jedi who was tricked by the Sith. This may not have been a trick but she knew better than to put her trust in these people, at least in this manner.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Kana sighed. “While it would have been the right thing to do I simply cannot put my duty to the Republic behind me to fix the internal problems you are experiencing within your organization. Even if said problem would be the cause of all this.”

“I am willing to let the three of you go. In return I expect the three of you to get out of here and perform this cleanup of yours.” Kana put her arms on her hips and began pacing back and forth. ”I can not - and will not - aid the One Sith in this manner. While your problems are reasonable and as I said the right thing to do I simply can’t go against my own people like this.”

Kana hoped they would take the offer and leave. However, the sneaking suspicion that they wouldn’t do as such grew for each passing moment.

 

[Ben Watts]

Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"] [member="Jericho"]
Enemies: [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Cordelia deWinter"]

Ben did not react when he realized the familiar presense that had struck him, it was Rosa, and she was apparently a Sith now. Not that this surprised him, the One Sith seemed to make a game out of corrupting Jedi, and now they had corrupted a woman he had once called a friend. He surpressed his anger at the situation and avoided the feelings of hopelessness as he stared at her masked face from across the battlefield. His mind wandered as the man next to him gave a rousing speech to make sure that the young Jedi Knight's mind was not affected.

Then, it hit him, the fear and pain that she was spreading was immense. Ben dropped to his knees and his hand clutched his head as her projection slipped into his mind. Even though it was mostly aimed at the Jedi Knight, even this attack was enough to get to him, he was not as strong as he once was and that was becoming clear. It was a mistake for him to come here and join this battle as he was not the powerful Jedi Master he once was.

Fear, her pain, doubts flooded his mind as he struggled to regain his own thoughts. Visions of Coruscant flooded his mind, his homeworld, burning with his father standing over him saying that is was all his fault. He was weak, he was always weak, and the only reason he had stood to gain any power was due to the Jedi being crippled after the plague. The only thing he was good for was getting other people killed, and if he stayed, everyone here was going to die. He suppressed the urge to scream as the darkside seaped into his very core.

But, like it had been trained to do for many years, the further it went to his core the closer to the light it became. In a moment he felt the light flood his mind, memories, training, everything he had ever taught himself about fighting the darkside slowly came back to him. It was like he had put a fail safe in place, a spot deep within him that when activated, would remind him of who he really was. Slowly he fought it back, pushing it out of his mind, cleansing himself of the pure evil that she was forcing upon him.

His eyes snapped open and he was on his knees facing the ground. He felt.... rejuvinated. It was like he had been asleep for too long and he had been aggressively woken from his slumber. Quickly, he pushed himself back to his feet, emanating a force aura that was much stronger and more recognizable than before. He did not know how long this was last, though, so he had to do what he could as quickly as he could. He watched as the other Jedi Master charged Rosa, good, that should keep her distracted.

Still, they were obviously attacking the Jedi Knight, but, Ben had a plan. Reaching out with the force, he touched against the Knights mind, prodding and trying to get in. Force Meld, a technique that allowed to force users minds to become one, and with Ben's current state he could protect him long enough to fight. It was almost like battle meditation, but, on a smaller scale and Ben could hold it for longer periods of time. The two of them would see the same things and would be able to coordinate attacks seemlessly. It would help them to win this fight as quickly as possible.

"I know this will be strange, but, they are bound and determined to see you fall. With my help you will not have to worry about anything besides stopping these Sith." Ben stood firm beside the Jedi Knight [member="Flint Dexen"] and he ignited his lightsaber, the blue blade shooting forth, ready to fight once again. "We can communicate with our minds, see what the other sees, feel what the other feels and attack with precision. Just, ya know, don't get killed because there is a slight chance it could drive me to madness." He chuckled and held his lightsaber out in front of him in the classic Ben Watts Soresu form. He was more confident now, the lightside flowing through him and emanating a calming aura for the madness in the streets.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: Still unsure (seriously I am)
Enemy: [member="Disciple"]
Location: near a big daft clown, aka sideshow bob or he is bad batman comic version of the joker, who knows and who cares

She turned around started to see a few of them were acolytes, they bludgeoned to death. The young officer said Ahm, Darth Banshee we have company, She turned and looked at him. He was young possibly just passed out at the training academy, though he did look a little confused. She began to turned around, and the it hit her, she sensed another force user. His presence was unfamiliar one, she still turned around and looked at him. Who the hell dressed like that, then again this was zeltros. May I enquire, who the feth are you supposed to be? She could sense he was dark, she could sense he was utterly insane. She ignited her purple lightsaber, and then asked Did you do this? Her men began to level there blasters at him, they knew some times it was better to shoot first ask questions later.

She was wearing her full battle armour, she was readying herself to have to take down what seemed to be a insane sith lord. This was not going to be fun, she began to recite the one true code in her head.

Peace is lie, there is only passion
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain victory
Through victory, my chains are broken
and the force will set me free!

She then waited for his answer, but she was getting ready to unleash the power of true sith on to him. That and thirty six blaster rifles, as that never hurts.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Hammerhead
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic soldiers [member="Camellia Swift"]
Objective: Make them regret coming down

Balaya looked up as she heard the voices... This cruiser was different from the last one she had encountered or they had learned. Standing there for a moment as more people came into the area for her to feel she kept her back to them. Letting the ones come closer and fill in the room while she felt it. That surge of excitement and taloned fingers clasped around the lightwhip as it went up to the highest setting for cutting through everything. Balaya's stomach rumbling just a little while she turned around and exposed all of herself seeing the response team in her senses as she turned around the cloak brushing to the side and revealing her armor.

The whip came out with a snap hiss as it activated with a crimson lash digging into one. Her hand raised as the heretics end squeezed into the first responders sending the gas over them before it ignited and she could hear the screams. This ship was filled with soldiers and crew, the ship itself was compromised and damaged while Balaya remained standing tall. The team in the door coming to bare at her with blades while the lightwhip wrapped round one slapping the soldier in the face getting his nose while he let out a scream. The one blademan stabbing at her 'exposed' midsection as the crystalsteel stopped the blade to his surprise. Balaya looked down while the ones coming at her experienced the same realization.

Her open sections of armor were starship grade materials fashioned into armor and hardened with alchemy to resist lightsabers. The canister of expended gas ejected as she slid it into a holster and the talons came out swiping ones throat while the massive zeltron used the defensive augment to send another back into a console. The sparking from it as the blade jerked out of his hand going towards the window. She could feel her hydra being attacked, the ship ramming into it as the weight would, should from the hydra drop the ship that decided to play hero into the ground. Her hydra couldn't fly carrying it either but it could claw at the ship to try and hit a vulnerable spot.

The fuel containers with sharp claws to try and expose it for another explosion to rock the spaceport below when they impacted. She would mourn her creature but she focused pressing her power as the familiar she had brought flew through the hole going into one of the bridge crews faces as the beak snapped at her eyes. Balaya looked at the others on the bridge who had been moved back from the augment while she took them in keeping the whip at the ready with her other saber before the sounds of shots came. Balaya dove to the side of the consoles feeling the sparks while it impacted over her and prepared holding her blade while he switched to the double sided and threw it.

The duel snap hisses came while light red beams sliced and dug into the guns in the front of them, shouts and screams before some of them ducked or got out of the way and the saber went through the door waiting on the floor still activated. Balaya rose up as she looked at a group of bisected bodies as she moved forward waiting for a moment as more were coming and they passed over the saber while she pulled on one side gettin it into another spin that went up from the floor catching some in the legs, then waists, chest and the one in the front was just a chunk as he fell over. She slid the lazy eye out of a holster taking aim while one ran at her from behind a console.

The heavy blaster she held up as the phrik casing deflected her saber that came back to her hand, her eyes walking and locking on and tracking as the man tried to stab her with a broken blade. The vibroblade she had lashed and sliced... Her hand coming down as the talons came out grabbing his head and squeezing while she looked down the corridor. The ship was tight and going to be a pain but she stood there looking at the bridge while switching and grabbing the hand cannon before she took aim at the fire controls. The crack of it going off into the console as she used the cloak to protect herself and grabbed another reload to continue on the bridge.

She was going to wreck the ship but it would do little if someone could sneak in here and coordinate as the communications were fired on. Balaya's implants jacking in while she started looking at the ships standard connection without needing codes. Those could come later with logs, then she was crouched and moving when a third team came into view. She took aim with the heavy blaster while the cybernetic eyes tracked them and she squeezed the trigger of the blaster striking one in the face while she was moving through and closer towards them until she was into the fray working to stop their rifles from going off and feeling the sting of blades that found the flexsteel of her armor.

The third team brought her towards the armory as she fought them and forced them into the room where more teams were gearing up and Balaya sneered opening her mouth. The gila stomach spewing the vongspawn virus onto them as it seeped into some of their skin as the door closed and Balaya smashed the controls to seal the door long enough for the virus to take effect. It wouldn't be pretty but she could hear them screaming as their skin shaped and formed until the armor slowly constrained the boney protrusions. Balaya moved on going towards the fire crews and was prepared as her cheek where Ellain had shot her was discolored. The blade catching her face and reopening it.

Location: Palace
Objective: Golden Ropo's

The time was now, the thunderous steps from glitter had woken it up and the rest of the fighting that was coming. It had helped that there was plenty of distractions around as the sedative for the creature came. Being locked in a room off t the side was a strange sensation as the ropo felt the after effects, hunger and thirst. It started crying out while its voice resonated and screamed into the force. Small distortions appearing as the force and cry built up with the creature wanting food wept until there was a pop in the force and force screams resounding around the palace. The starweirds were there but selective targeting while the leviathan smashed a gate.

Glitter was moving, the tanks and armor Camellia had sent towards it were striking the large corded muscled legs protruding from the spine as the hung over creating a boney armored shield protecting its head and large arms. The beasts tail wrapping around while it went onto a crouched state with the six legs whiles its hands rested on the ground. The armored tank division in its sights as the large legs opened showing the axe like protrusion on its head. The roar became a bellow as it charged its large mouth scooping a tank up into its mouth.

The large teeth crushing it, the corded muscles in its arms grabbing another and throwing it at the palace as the blister pods steamed, its skin shimmering while organic flesh it found it slowly started to absorb sending their bodies and consciousness into it. Leviathans able to absorb the knowledge other those whose souls they consumed. The beast let the large spine protrusion that grew with more legs stomp the ground sending more tremors as the tail swiped another. Gunships incoming would face its thick armor like hide and sheer size for swipes to avoid.

Balaya could feel the beast in her head and that mental link needed to prod it into wanting to follow orders was there. She focused energies while she stood in the ship getting a moment to breathe while it looked on at the things still shooting at it. The roar while it had the outer wall of the palace under one of its feet and the soldiers coming to try and fire small arms against it were scooped up while its maw swallowed them into the blister pods. Its need to feed and destroy coming as the beast crouched lower and lowers providing less height for a target. It trampled all of its legs and hands kicking up dust while the tail swiped in a wide arc at the line of armor while the tail nearly twice its body length as the leg pincers crashed at another wall. [member="Camellia Swift"]

Location: Streets
Objective: Spreading the Terror
Enemies: [member="Titan"]

The graug forces were moving, up from the streets as the large glycons tunneled opening sinkholes that they could crawl out of in the buildings or using the sewers of the city. Their forces were being confronted by a soldier and his squad as the glycns were being fired at and roared. The graug using their bows and rifles as some were being used as damage sponges from the republic's fire, the ones that fell to the ground twitching while another would fire into and grab the ones reloading to maim them. They moved into cover with the building and one of the glycons dug down into the earth again to go and get under the soldiers.

The lead graugs were doing more tossing grenades but nothing special their gear fit their setup of brutal and dangerous power while the injured leviathan bit a head off a soldier and stood there roaring. It went off after the security forces, zeltros being more protected by the Republic as the zeltrons usually won out invasions through their natures rather then militant forces. The graug covering as Elara withdrew from the one tunnel they had made and stood in cover for a moment speaking into her comlink. "Master we have competent soldiers not shooting their own stuff." The static came then she listened while looking at the one graug. "Keep fighting and feed them to the glycons." The snort was her confirmation as Elara took off through a building to go and continue with the forces.

[[edited at request of Camellia Swift sorry I was eating hope it was good]]

 

[Disciple]

Allies: Chaos
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Objective? Who cares!

The figure was, for the most part, concealing it's Force power. Not entirely, just enough to make him seem relatively unassuming beyond the general aura of uneasiness that came from being near a Dark Sider. He was, and it was readily apparent by now, a Dark Sider. "Me?" It cackles, hopping from one foot to another, cane twirling around it's gloved and clawed fingers.

"They call me... Disciple."

Hopping around and kicking up blood from the cobblestones, it pauses as she and her men arm themselves. It's joy dissipates, it's expression falls, and it gives a faint pause. "Releasing restraint; Level 1." A split second later, the ground gave a bit of a quake as the weight of its Force Potential became apparent. Disciple was ancient, having lived through most of the Old Republic.

It would, after all, account for the near insanity.

Near because he'd gone so far over the edge he'd come back the other way. There weren't many people who wanted to piss him off, fewer still who lived to tell about it. Sith who were able to be killed, well... they didn't deserve to live.

Then, suddenly, the grin returned, and it began to hop and jump about as it had before, cane continuing it's spin as he came to rise up on a tiptoe, other leg extended out behind him. "Boom." He whispers, mind reaching behind her to where several dead police officers lay, their bodies as ruined as the rest. Several grenades were tugged free, armed and then rolled into the middle of her men.

"Tick, tock." He says, loud enough for her to hear. The grenades go off, and Disciple? Well, he's disappeared; from sight and from the Force. The first rule of Disciple is that if you wanted him, you were going to find him.

Otherwise he'd find you when the moment suited him, and that never ended well for anyone, himself included.

 

[Avo]

Location: Zeltros Palace
Allies: [member="Uther Weiss"], [member="Kian Karr"]
Foes: [member="Ceran Moerelle"], [member="Darth Helios"]
Objective: Protect the King and Queen, serve the Light
Now Playing: Coming Down by Five Finger Death Punch

It's caving in around me​

What I thought was solid ground​

I tried to look the other way​

But I couldn't turn around​

It's OK for you to hate me​

For all the things I've done​

I've made a few mistakes​

But I'm not the only one​

​

Lan felt the darkness flowing forth throughout the palace. Many of the attendees had began to murmur amongst themselves until it was too late. They panicked, scream, and fled the palace in swarms of pink-hued mobs. As for the Royal family, they were taken back into the depths of the palace along with their elite guards. As the rest of the main ballroom began clearing out, security guards scoured the area to search for more entry points into the palace, in search of foes to eliminate and allies to bring inside.

As for Lan and his little team of Jedi, they took to the front lines with the security guards. [member="Uther Weiss"] and [member="Kian Karr"] were off doing their own thing - most likely with the Royal family, but Lan remained in the main ballroom as the remnants of the crowd continued to file out. It was then that he felt it, that sickening, gut-wrenching stench of death and malignant intentions. Sith.

He almost spat the thought. Lan's lips pulled back into a snarl, teeth shone light green with the thrumming of his emerald blade. Before he began to move forward, he caught himself and keyed his earpiece comlink, "Moving to the palace doors to handle a problem," he said. Both Kian and Uther would hear the report, and he merely wanted them to know where he was in case the dung hit the fan.

Finally he had no reservations against his advancement and the Jedi Master moved forward. Cracked glass peppered the floor, probably due to earlier blaster fire, but the master disregarded it as he made his way towards his objective.

And he found it.

Past the double doors loomed a presence so dark that Lan nearly growled at it. Easy, contain it. He told himself. Primal instinct to fight and stand his ground embedded in his senses from years spent on Kashyyyk threatened to cause him to lose himself. He didn't. Pulling his thoughts away from the darkness itself, Lan opened the doors to reveal a power-white visage adorned in crimson.

"Sith," he growled.

 

[Kyla Foy]

Location Zeltron Spaceport Within the spaceship
Enemies: Soldiers
Goal: Screw up the soldiers


The spaceship had crashed down and it was damage, he was hurt by the assault from the air just like some of the sith spawns. He sat within the ship for a moment before standing up. He walked outside through another exit and quickly wanted to escape the glimpse of a soldier. He concentrated for a moment and used the taught sith illusions, he learned from Praelior on his surrounding. He might have looked like a little sith apprentice now, but what good could a seven year old sith acolyte really do? He started to ran and went through the sith spawns, going under their attacks and came into his first group with soldiers. He quickly took one of their grenades and placed them back into the pocket, while looking at the sithspawn of that location, who knew about him. The area of the explosion of the grenades wouldn't damage the sith spawns even a tiny bit compared to what they were made for. "This is boring" He thought while constantly running on between the fighting soldiers.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Palace, Throne Room
Allies: The Republic, @Jedi, [member="Lan Graendal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Ceran Moerelle"], @One Sith

"Sir, the royal family is secure." The security chief said to Kian before turning away and issuing orders to the security guards in the immediate vicinity. Kian turned to [member="Uther Weiss"].

"How are our defenses holding up?" Kian asked, knowing full well that his apprentice had been monitoring and directing the security of the facility. As these words left his mouth however, Kian felt a ripple in the force followed by the vibrations of an explosion. Narrowing his eyes beneath his goggles, Kian turned and faced the throne room security door.

"They've breeched the walls." Kian said, "it won't be long now." Kian unclipped his lightsaber, but did not ignite it. They would hold this throne room, and with it the only route to the royal family. He heard the message from [member="Lan Graendal"] and wondered what the Jedi Master was up to. Stretching out his awareness into the force, Kian searched for the Jedi Master, wondering if he was near where the breach had occurred.

"It is time," Kian said turning back toward his apprentice, "we'll meet them." Kian said and turned back toward the security chief.

"Seal the door behind us." Kian said and headed out into the palace proper. They would meet the infiltrators head on, hopefully driving them back and if they fell, they would hopefully weaken the Sith enough for the security forces to hold the throne room on their own. As they stepped through the doorway, Kian ignited his yellow blade. Either way.....the time had come to fight.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: Still unsure (seriously I am)
Enemy: [member="Disciple"] also know as sideshow bob's apprentice
Location: Near some grenades

She saw the grenades hit the deck, she shouted as she ran at force speed to her men. GET CLEAR! She managed to clear blast radius but only just, her men how ever were less fortunate. He took out few, some were wounded, a few were okay. She turned to survivors and told them He`s mine, get injured back to the ship. Tell it launch, and if they see that clown shoot him on site. She then focused herself, she was first and foremost an assassin trained by darth veles. She had hide amongst the mandalorians for whole year, she can hide form clown till time was right. She moved her hand out, as she did took a deep breath. She remembered the sea, and ow if travelled beneath waves. You come across haze, and if you cross that haze light begins to truly disappear. she drew hand back and imagined herself crossing that haze. As she did she began disappear all the colour red went first. Then other colours went after that, till she disappeared from sight.

She then began to slowly and looking for areas shade, as she new cloaking was not full proof. So she always took extra precautions, as she did not want to get caught of guard. She knew the clown, would not be far away. She figured her men unfortunately would be bait, but if he went for it she might have a chance ending one insane force user. As was sith, nor was he jedi.

 

[Disciple]

Allies: Himself
Enemies: The Universe
Objective? HILARITY.

Disciple was done hiding for the moment, having somehow gotten himself onto the roof of a nearby two story building. Giving her a cheery wave, he kicked his feet too and fro, ephemerally glowing gaze drifting this way and that. "I can smell you, you know. You haven't bathed in weeks." His voice was disgusting, carrying with it a gravel of a laugh and the promise of pain. "Who are you, Ban-She. Who. Are. You?"

It was the sort of question asked by someone who already knew, but wanted to hear it anyway. Whether or not he did wasn't of importance, what mattered was that he acted and sounded like he did. His attention was everywhere, mindful that she had that ship somewhere nearby.

No surprises for him, no no. That wouldn't do.

He was here to play games.

 

[Alan]

Location: Zeltros Streets
Objective: Repel Invasion, restore peace
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: Da Sithies





How awful of the Sith to come to a vacation planet for such a nasty reason. Tracyn stood tall in the streets, as the civilians fled the area. They were like rats escaping a fire, purely in the way they were moving, not in their actual make up. They were people, and he would protect them.



Tracyn walked along, heading towards the Sith incursion further into the city. He wondered if he would be intercepted, and if by whom.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Zeltros City.
Street Party.
Allies: [member="Flint Dexen"], [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Ben Watts"]
Enemies: [member="Rosa Gunn"], [member="Cordelia deWinter"]

The Force brought him to where he needed to be. Over the street where the powerful amounts of the Force were drawing him in. He saw the Sith, and the Jedi Knight that drew him closer, and his hand dropped down to his lightsaber again, brushing against it. He stood upon a roof overlooking the events down below. A Jedi could possibly die, and what was he doing...

Watching.

Waiting.

Cowardice? No. It was more like apathy.

He dropped down, armoured sentinel slowing his descent with the Force and crushing the duracrete where he landed as he pulled his lightsaber hilt off of his belt, concealed by his robes. There were multiple other lightsabers upon his person for his use, he was ready for battle now.

No time to talk. Only action.

The purple beam ignited and he lunged forth towards Rosa Gunn. the Jedi Master let the Force Speed consume him and push him to even greater speeds when his arm reached it's full length.

 

[Helios]

Location: Zeltros Palace
Enemies: Uther Weisshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/4578-uther-weiss/, Kian Karr, [member="Lan Graendal"]
Allies: Ceran Moerellehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2774-ceran-moerelle/
Objective: Eliminate the Light's Pawns - Murder Zeltros Royalty

Golden eyes raked across the towering form of Lan as he entered Helios' peripheral. As if the scene was relayed in slow motion, Helios' grip on the guards throat loosened as he allowed the warm corpse to fall against the floor. Head inclined, Helios looked to fully assess the creature before him - a term used to describe most sentients that weren't Eldorai. Rage combined with instinctive hatred slowly coated Helios' emotions, forcing his mouth into a frown. Jedi were not on his list of tasks he'd needed to complete today, but Helios was not a being that could turn away without great want or reason- Inquisistive wants dictating he could not.

"Who gave you permission to gaze upon me, rabid dog?"

A reference to the sound Helios heard come from the Jedi moments earlier. Helios didn't expect an answer despite the condescending tone of curiosity that influenced his question.

A pause. A curious silence that gaped the yawning quietude before he spoke-

"May your scattered remains entertain me, mongrel."

A pale, crooked hand arose, levitating 4 Blast Bugs which spun idly in a circle. Using the Force, Helios shot the explosive projectile biots towards Lan one by one, aiming two of them at his torso, while the remaining two were directed to his crotch and left thigh respectively.

 

[Gir Quee]

Allies: Republic and Jedi, [member="Titan"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"]
Objective: Give the Graugs some swirlies

CXC-class Conveyor Shuttle Moonlight, over Zeltros City

Gir muttered to himself, "These reports are showing a changing of trends. Not so many Sithspawn now, more of those Graug soldiers and the Glycons...why do they like the sewer system so much?"

The obvious answer was cover.

That, and few Zeltrons or Republic soldiers really would likely want to be in the sewer system given the sludge and general lack of hygiene. He pondered the thought for a moment before tapping a button on his headset.

"Toka, get me a line with municipal control."

"One second sir."

But the wait proved to be several minutes, during which Gir idly viewed reports from the battle, attempting to get a better understanding at how the combat was moving around. The ebb and flow of the battle half-terrified the man, yet it was somewhat relaxing in that familiar way. But as his comlink buzzed to reveal new speaker, he found himself embroiled in a new conflict.

Man versus machine.

"This is TGW-424, administrator of the Zeltros City Sanitary Systems."

Of course they wouldn't have a Zeltron in charge of that. Not fun enough, but I suppose it's probably not an exciting job even for us.

"TGW-424, this is Lieutenant Quee of the Galactic Republic Navy. I am requesting that you flood the sewer systems in three kilometer radius from grid point 4323,5324 in accordance with standing maintenance protocols and safety controls."

"Reason for request?"

"This is some extra refuse that fell into the system because of the battle."

"Request processed and added. Flushing will commence in five, four, three, two, one..."

Nearly a kilometer below the man and several hundred meters away, untold gallons of water flooded the sewer systems which the Graug and their companions had taken over, forcing them to either sink, swim, or get out of the sewer. But some weren't given the choice, as the local colony of Sewage Squids rushed into contact with them in the oncoming water. Their suckered tenacles came about and latched onto the unfortunate footsoldiers, dragging them to watery graves and ignominious ends. Up on his shuttle, Gir shrugged.

"We need to get back to the Crescent Light," stated Quee, "take us up. I guess there will be more Graug showing up in the streets. Too bad they're going to stink."

Killed:
-numerous Graug and associated Sith forces in the sewer system