The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Anden Fancelo]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YBFoDeOwlc

Anden Fancelo​

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Front of the Sith Trenchline, Commenor​

Objective: Advance, kill or capture.​

Allies: TSE | [member="Vestille Thumahra"]​

Enemies: CSA | [member="Lauri Törni"]​

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Before the proper signal was given, the destruction of Munto was first. Millions of souls, extinguished by the push of a button.

Onyx Squad was still on the trench with the same members providing small bits and bursts of fire to the CSA Forces up ahead and the same members either tending to their gear from dealing with the CSA or just waiting patiently for the order to be given out. Onyx was silent, till Maxevan who was the most stubborn towards providing fire to the CSA, turned his head away from a bright green light. Covering a portion of his visor from the sudden light. The exchanges in blaster fire lessened significantly. Possibly from both sides as they witnessed a great city burn in bright plasma. Members of Onyx watched on, and mixed reactions were given.

"Is... that our signal?" Haktan asked, he wasn't sure if the answer was a yes or no. But he asked hesitantly.

"No that can't be it... but what is it?" One of the Gravewalkers, asked.

Fancelo looked over the beam, an expression that was a mixture of horror and relief. Such tremendous power, the sith had. And for a moment it seemed as if they were absolutely unstoppable. But perhaps this could motivate the Commenori to surrender finally, for no more blood to be spilled. But he realized something once the massive shockwave reached them.

"That's... Munto, one of the Commenori cities." Fancelo was in shock for a moment, he never expected such brutality.

Reida took off her helmet and set it down, covering her mouth. She couldn't believe it. "Oh.. my..." She was about to fall to her knees, she wasn't much for death.

Haktan shivered, he knew the answer to the question but he had to ask, just to make sure. "Anden... they at least let civilians evacuate right?"

Maxevan huffed, he didn't mind the sight by the sound of his voice. "Doubt it." And Fancelo merely supported the suspicions. "No, I don't think they did."

Haktan let off a soft gasp, backing up slightly. He was in absolute horror. "The Sovereignty... is this what the last of the Sovereignty's military would do? Fighting for the genocide of innocents? And not against?"

Fancelo shook his head. "No, the Sovereignty wouldn't be sound to the idea Hak'. But the Sovereignty is gone. And we all made a decision when we followed him. When we followed Vestille." He looked to other members of Onyx. "We all knew it would come to something like this." He then set his gaze onto Haktan. "We just didn't know when." A stern conclusion to the subject, as Fancelo handed Reida her helmet. "Get your bearing together. We have a job to do."

After a moment of contemplation and preperation, Onyx followed along with their leader's word. They prepared for the order to be given out, ready to climb out of the trench and onto the land. The whistle was finally blown, and not in vain. It was blown truely, and members of the 12th emerged from the Trenches and pointed their bayonets out. Firing their blaster towards the general direction of the enemy's trenchline, letting out a cry. A cry for war, a cry for blood. And Onyx was apart of it as they advanced with the others, two of the 'Onyxwalkers' came to a tumble and hit the ground as they took enemy fire, specifically from Lauri's group. But Onyx was closing in, some got low and began to fire at some of the troopers beside Lauri, hoping to provide an avenue of entry for the other members (3-4) that attempted to hop in the trench and settle with the Commenori fighters, personally.

 

[Nej Tane]

Location: Museum of Art and History
Allies: [member="Ayessa Kroan"]
Enemies: [member="Rohak Vizsla"]
Looking back- this was a pretty stupid idea.

Nej Tane was, in fairness, one of the biggest idiots in the galaxy. But, he was good at a few things. Shockboxing. He probably had some of the quickest, hardest hitting hands in Hutt space. Especially since, when he wasn't in the ring- he cheated and used knuckle dusters. He was a crack shot, with both his disruptor and his blaster- and could draw on someone faster than they could react to him, most of the time.

That, and he- he was madly head over heels for a particular Jedi. He heard over every comm network that Commenor was under attack. So, hop, skip, jump later- and Nej was planetside- and going after Ayessa. There was a second sound of rockets, this time- from the ones attached to Nej's feet. His helmet, red eyes- were beaming towards the Mandalorian who was attacking Ayessa.

Nej didn't stop, try to shoot the Mandalorian who was trying to whip a cord around Ayessa- nope, just- straight on, jet-powered tackle. As referred to, Nej was an idiot. A useful, helpful...loving, idiot.

"Hands off my girlfriend you bucketheaded jackass!"

Arms lashed out, intent on wrapping the Mandalorian up in a tackle to end all tackles.

 

[WolfMortum]

Special Inventory: Battle Attire, Dual Lightsabers, Kingsglaive of Commenor.​

Location: Commenor, "Chateau La Arenais".​

Opponents: [member="Koda Fett"], The Sith Empire.​

Objective: Survive.​

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"Then perhaps you would be wiser to let me walk free, this time" Veiere countered the Bounty Hunter, on the notion that he would be paid even more should Koda Fett be required to track him down and pursue the chase even further on; "It would save me from having to cut you down Koda. Your business here may not be personal to you, yet the destruction of this world and the death of its people is incredibly personal to me" Veiere warned the opposing man. There was still some things that Koda could indeed lose, his very life stood before Veiere, a much better equipped and capable figure than he was during the time that Koda had apprehended him on Rannon; that too had been done through some convincing rather than Combat alone.

"Walk away from this. Right here and right now. Live to hunt another day or..." Veiere's right hand moved to his belt, pulling the lightsaber that he had taken from the Sith in his escape from the Observation Deck; a scream and flash of heat lighting the area around him as the crimson energy streamed out from the hilt, a vibrant and thirsty thrum of energy sounding from the blades continuous arc. "I will hold nothing back".

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori and Hobbes were busy setting up the trap in the tunnel near the East Center Generator, with Florence on hand to keep an ear out when the destruction of Munto City happened. It was confusing at first. Lori felt sick and dizzy, causing her to brace herself against the wall. Then the rumbles started. All three of them looked to the ceiling above them, and then towards the generator. "Did the shields fail?!
What was that?!"

Florence picked up her commlink and listened to it, a slight from coming to her face as she slowly shook her head. Being mute however, she couldn't communicate what she had heard, so she signalled Hobbes to grab his own commlink.

It took the new recruit a moment, but he did so, overhearing a lot of chatter on the other end. He relayed what he could. Or rather, just what he wanted the Princess to know. "Munto City has been destroyed. That's the tremor that we felt. They had no shields to protect them...Your Father sends word...he wants you and your brother to evac off of Commenor to safety, and that he's going to bring the Queen home as she's been taken...hostage."

"Wait--what? Dad was the one caught. Not Mom. Are you sure you got that right?"

"Doesn't matter. We need to abandon this task and move to the next."

Florence caught sight of [member="Silfe Sosuri"] first, leveling her weapon on her before her face was recognized. She then gestured towards the others, letting the former Minister pass.

Lori caught sight of her next. "Miss Sosuri! We gotta go! We'll take what you have and could use it to stop the Sith from following us, but...we gotta go!"

Perhaps it was instinct or fear, or both, but she knew that they needed to leave. If the shields fell then they could be destroyed too. But where to go? And how to get there? Staying below was probably safer. She chewed the inside of her cheek until an idea came to her. "The Twin Canyons!
If we head west through the tunnels, then north, we should get there. The old mine shafts are there. And if we could get a ship to meet us there..." But how? Steal one? Ask for help? [member="Caedyn Arenais"] knows people! People with ships! Yeah!

Quickly she led the pack, although Florence kept pace right beside her while Lori brought out her own commlink and tried to reach her brother. ~Snotface!
Hey Snotface, can you hear me?! I'm on my way to the Twin Canyons with a few others. See if you can get us a ship and meet us there! Ask your girlfriends, okay? I'll see you in a couple of hours! Be safe!~

Hopefully they didn't run into any trouble. But they weren't the only ones moving through the tunnels.

[member="Belphaegor"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Jagger Swaggernaut]

[member="Loreena Arenais"]

It was the dark nights of the soul that were the worst. When there was pain, suffering, and the people gave anguish, there was a need for a hero to show up and save them. When they cried out in agony, there was a need for a man with unparalleled skill to step up to the plate and fight for them. That was how the galaxy worked. The weak required someone to stand up for them. Jagger wasn't the man for the job--but if anyone was going to step up to a plate, then it would be him. The Galaxy's Worst Bounty Hunter.

He stepped out of the speeder he had arrived to the city on. It was in ashes, ruined. Smoldering. Billions had died in the bombing. But more importantly--so had thousands of gallons of cheese dip. And trillions of fries, probably. It was a tragedy enough to bring a tear to his eye. But just one-Jagger was tough. But the tear made him look super sensitive as he stood looking over the smoldering remains of all that snack food. Oh, and people. That too.

Jagger wished he could have grabbed his cape. But it was dirty, so instead his bathrobe tied across his neck fluttering behind him would have to do the job.

"Sir," said his tentative butler/babysitter/chauffer/designated driver from the speeder, "We do need to leave. This place is dangerous. We need to evacuate, we are in a war zone."

"We are at war, Reginald. The people need a hero. There are civilians that need protection."

There was a pause. His butler spoke up, "I know, sir. But what does that have to do with us?"

Jagger paused, "No idea. Let's go find something to eat."

Jagger waddled back into his speeder, closing the door behind him. They tore out, quickly gaining altitude and speed. Jagger looked out over the state of the city, the thought of all that lost food brought another tear to his eye. It rolled down his round cheek... down his jowls... his thick neck... his massive belly.... and got lost in a fold somewhere around there.

"Sir, we are picking up a transmission. Someone is asking for help, from the surface," Reginald said.

Jagger looked down. He could see four figures scurrying across the surface out of a tunnel. "Forget that, Reginald, I see some people. Land."

"A rescue, how heroic, sir," Reginald said, a glimmer of hope in his voice. At last, his master might at last​ amount to something.

"No, they might have snacks."

"Of course sir," Reginald said, stifling a sigh of resignation.

The speeder landed with a gentle glide next to [member="Loreena Arenais"] and her small party. It was something like a limo/taco truck/snack wagon/nacho truck/cheeto speeder. Jagger rolled the window down, sticking his head out it. He looked at the young girl, scratching his thick neck, "Y'all got any food?"

 

[Koda Fett]

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Thick Skulled​

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A Bounty Hunter -- as it had been said -- was a different breed of man. A cruel creation beyond repair, often connoting a sense of detachment, disconnection, dysphoria, and damage. They varied in the slightest, but all meant the same thing in the end. Fett happened to be a concoction beyond one's worst fears; losing it all, to gain it once more, but to lose it again. There was no sense of purpose, a meaningless existence that created a vagabond with a desire for violence. A genetic predisposition, one that was incurable, but existed as a vice nonetheless. The way his template was bound to be found, rising to prominence within such an industry to become the titan at the top. Veiere may be witnessing his very world crashing around him in the literal sense, but Fett endured such pains in a metaphorical sense. It made him who he is, and he'd have it no other way. The strongest were those that survived, and it was Fett that still breathed air into his lungs whilst others lay dead at his feet.

Perhaps the purpose his career provided, the reputation demanded, made this personal​. Arenais had as much of a clue who Fett was as the next Jedi Master, Sith Lord, or common scum. The perfect enigma, shielded behind an impenetrable, interior wall.

There wasn't a word spoken, for that was bound to give some insight as to his following actions, or at the very least their nature. His right, booted foot slid through the dirt as both arms were raised upwards. Only one had their hand on the Carbine, and the other pointed in Veiere's direction without providing much of a threat. Yet, it was that arm that unleashed a barrage of hard-sound, a sonic ammunition that was difficult to defend against. The Blaster in his clutches hadn't done a thing, weary of the deflections that could be made. Fett's jetpack sparked, ready, waiting. He knew damn well what a lightsaber to the neck could do.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Lauri Törni]

Chasin City South Trench.
Foes: [member="Anden Fancelo"], Vestille Thumahra
Objective: hold to the last, surrender be damned!


Lauri and Christiana exchanged fire with a force of the Sith. Their armor didn't seem standard issue. That was... worrying. He pushed the observation to the back of his mind as he continued bursts of fire. Then Christiana went down. Lauri didn't have time to check her, but he could tell which of the Sith had taken her out.

He raised his rifle and fired at [member="Anden Fancelo"], intent on killing. With two bursts of fire out, he changed target to the four approaching, regardless of if his previous target was still alive.


He couldn't hold for long, as blaster bolts started to hit around him, one hitting his shoulder.

 

[Zef Halo]

Museum of Arts and History, Chasin City
Commenor
[member="Ayessa Kroan"] [member="Nej Tane"]

The benefits of the buy'ce - sensors picked up the approaching figure from a distance but with the jamming in orbit the Holofeed was useless to identify it. Yet, his focus remained on the Jedi, it's where the money was. Aware of the incoming man's presence but completely caught by surprise when the man erupted from the ground with the help of what looked like rocket boots.

"Eugh." Air was driven off his lungs as the screeching spacer tackled the pirate mid-air. He felt his carbine leave his grasp but the fibercord whip still hung from his wrist launcher.

"Di'kut." As they arched through the air thanks to the spacer's aerial spear, Rohak couldn't bear losing his Jetii trophy. His forearm jerked up and with the proper commands within the buy'ce, the wrist blaster flared up sending a salvo of blaster fire at the man tackling him.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Chasin City

Allies: CSA and Allies | [member="Caedyn Arenais"], [member="Loreena Arenais"], [member="Kat Decoria"], [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"]
Enemies: TSE and Allies | [member="Adrian Vandiir"]

Gear:

Spoiler

Kervanos
Svalinn
Fate's Dance
2 x Sunshot pistols
6 x Shiva Knives
3 x Achlys Grenades
2 x EMP Grenades
2x Thermal Detonators

The buzzing of an incoming message prompted the pink-haired girl to slip her sunglasses back on, the frames settling snuggly onto her head as she heard Kat's familiar voice echoing through her head. "Kat, hey, yeah I'm with Caedyn now but his sister's headed towards one of the shield generators to see what she can do." The girl fell silent for a moment before she let her voice drop to a whisper, "The Sith captured the Queen and shes surrendered to them. We're going to have to get out of here, if you and your friend can meet us near the west shield generator then I have a ship nearby."

The girl let her fingers fall away from her glasses as she glanced over at the shields again, "Sounds like one of my friends has run into someone who knows you too, small world huh? I've told them to meet us here, we can probably get back to my ship and get outta here before the Sith close in on us, if you can get your sister to meet us there…” The girl’s voice trailed off as she realised that Caedyn had stopped talking, her head snapping around in concern. After everything that had happened she didn’t know if the shock of having his home attacked and his family brutally targeted by the Sith might have gotten to him, it would have been enough to bring her knees. Just one look at his face was enough to tell her that wasn’t it, her gaze following along with his tracing the look back to the man who had just emerged behind them, the feel of the dark side rolling away from him in waves.

Asaraa’s body moved without any need for thought, taking a step forward towards the Sith as her hand went for her sword, swinging it up in a one-handed grip, the single edge of the weapon coming up like a wall between herself and Adrian, the edge of the blade catching the sunlight, glittering as a pair of cold blue eyes stared at the man past the weapon. “Well…speaking off the devil,” She could feel the anger and shock of the day, the disbelief she’d felt at the Sith Empire’s actions hardening into a cold hard stone of hate that just seemed to float next to her heart, urging her to leap forward and attack as her grip on her weapon tightened. “Are you lost? I think you’ll find the rest of your men somewhere back there, probably finding some other innocents to kill.” She’d long since given up trying to understand the why of the Sith, why they would wipe out an entire city who had no part in the decisions of their leaders, who just wanted to live their lives. The girl took a step forward, her body turning to the side, blade angled up from her hip, a duellist’s pose she’d used so many times before as she held her shield at readiness behind her. It wasn’t the Jedi way to strike the first blow, the teachings of her masters holding her back but she wanted to scream, to vent her frustration as she took a deep breath and then another, hoping to calm herself, pull herself back from the edge of anger that sought to cloud her thoughts and drive her forward.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Chasin City
Equipment: Spear, Sabers, Armor,
Allies: CSA and Friends
Enemies: Sith and Friends ([member="Taeli Raaf"]?) [member="Darth Maliphant"]

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"Never going to get used to hearing myself called that." She smiled and moved to drink from the flask again, withdrawing it once more and sighing. As quickly as the flask had appeared, it was gone again soon after.

Her hand tapped on her knee, following the sound of cannons filling the air with enough noise that she could hear it even where they were. Her hearing was far more sensitive since the change in her body, and usually required dampening of sound for her to relax and listen as one would normally. For now though, she did not take such precautions as she did not hide her appearance, not wanting to use the force.

And yet, this man infront of her bled its use. Something was rather unique and interesting about him and she would love to dissect his body and brain, as well as his soul to know what. Hel spoke up in the back of Alexandra's mind, yearning to be given control of the body but was quickly shoved back into the abyss. Alexandra was not going to entertain that spirit's desires so soon after the recent news she had been told.

The seconds ticked by as she watched him and silence hung there, her studying him and occasionally turning her head to look at the shield. Only when the hilt was raised and he spoke again did she seem to have some light catch her eye.

The man wanted to fight, hostility and aggression falling off him in waves. It was almost reminiscent of when she fought for the Sith. The lust for battle still burned in her right now, the Echani upbringing, the Sith raising her into adulthood, and then this new body's instinct for conflict.

It was more intoxicating than anything she has ever had to drink. But that was why she smiled and bowed her head to the man, not moving to grab her sabers or the spear nearby.

"Amusing, but I do not think that kind of dance would be enjoyable for both parties. Perhaps something slower and more measured, a waltz of some kind, if you know such?" She only now stood, carefully removing the blue cloak and standing there in a largely mobile looking armor.

She wore only a breastplate, as far as armor went, the rest a tunic that was worn under with similarly colored trousers and a leather like glove, though clearly thin and flexible. She held out her hand, like one my do when asking for a dance at a party, still out of the reach of his blade.

"That is assuming some Sith Lady has not claimed you already, I find such things vexing when that happens, a common problem when I served Kaine as you do now. Of course, that was a long time ago, quite possibly before your birth." She smiled, and tilted her head only slightly, letting her eyes focus on his, a light flaring to life behind them before they went dull and the orange glow became almost grey in color.

She looked as if she were blind now, standing there with her hand still held out towards him.

"Won't you show my a small bit of mercy until my purpose here is realized? The one that calls me here has yet to show their face, and it would be a shame to greet them with a tired mind and body."

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat tried to offer a reassuring smile, she was being optimistic but she couldn't let the Sith siege get them down, if they felt despair and hopelessness then the Sith had truly won. That was not something Kat would let happen, so she remained optimistic and upbeat best she could. On the other end of her comms Asaraa contacted back. She confirmed that Caedyn was with her and that his sister was near them too. Asa also had a ship to get them off-world. That woman thought of everything! Kat gave thanks to Asaraa before turning to Beth, who was nervous about the fate of Lady Kay, it was understandable but there was little that they could do.

"Wherever she is, I am sure she can handle herself." Beth was concerned about how the Silver Jedi would treat her. "If anyone is less than polite, I'll personally beat them up! Although, you don't have to stay there, just evacuate with us to avoid the Sith then you can plan with the Arenais what to do next?" Kat suggested, she didn't want to abandon her friend to the Sith so she was prepared to stick with her like glue. "However, if you got a ship then we can just find another way off-world to somewhere else safe.

Then the deaths hit them both, Kat was surprised by the feelings of so many lives taken at once. Kat fell to her knees, groaning as she felt hot tears streak down her cheeks. The feeling was so raw, so devastating, how could anyone cope with feeling this so suddenly through the Force. She looked over to Beth to explain what happened to her but noticed that Beth was feeling the same way, was Beth a Force User? That was something to discuss next time. "Beth... Beth, we need to go. We can't stay here, they will want to keep us prisoners." Kat hugged Beth tightly, holding her friend in a heartfelt embrace.

"I'm not leaving you! I don't care if the Sith take me, I won't let you do this alone, so come on. We have to get to Asa and Caedyn!" Kat took her hand and held it tightly.

[member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Rook Lokar]

There was returning to the group that had come under fire from a Mandalorian Warrior, or at the very least an individual that had adorned their armour for the protective purposes. There was also the possibility of running, running as fast as his legs could carry him. Even then, it didn't seem to matter all that much, did it? If Rook was able to reach the spaceport, what did it matter? There was waiting, sitting in the open as the shield continued to be torn away at, ultimately falling before being forced to brave the Imperial Fleet above. He couldn't leave Ayessa to die, could he? So many questions plagued his mind as he pressed himself against a stone wall, the back of his skull pressed against it as his eyes stared to the sky above. If they were open, that might've been the case. Rook may have been many things, but he was a coward that left someone for dead. A sigh escaped him, it sounded aggravated, as if the next action he took wasn't something he was entirely fond of.

​The Smuggler scampered to his feet, finding his boots sliding through the rubble beneath his feet as the incline he rose up was done so in an awkward manner, on all fours. His Blaster, however, remained clutched tightly within his right hand. An irritated sounding -- for anyone that knew droidpseak -- explosion of mechanical expletives were thrust his way from the R2 Unit that was once beside him. "Just, erh, go to the ship!" Rook managed to yell whilst maintaining his movements forward. It was then that he heard a word that caused a flurry of feelings to thrust into his mind. Boyfriend? She hadn't bothered to inform Rook on that, he might've not been so charming otherwise. Maybe it was a case of not wanting something until you couldn't have it? That may of made Ayessa an object, something to be won, a prize. Dehumanising and disrespectful? Sure. Did it make sense? No. Did it matter? Definitely not. A bastard through-and-through.

His blaster rang out, the sight of steam lingering from the barrel as an enemy struck the ground as the fabric across their chest was burned away. Rook continued to run in the direction of the museum, it was insight, but those within were just out of reach. All he could hear were their words, grunts and weaponry.

I'm coming, I'm coming.
Even if she didn't want that.

[member="Ayessa Kroan"] - [member="Nej Tane"] - [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[AMCO]

Location: Chasin City
Objective: Cause goal-oriented havoc.
Equipment: Right Arm, Lightsaber, Sith Sword, Sidearm, Jin'Wodasir [3].
Allies: The Sith Empire
Opposition: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] & [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

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As Adrian strode towards the light, he could feel a pair of presences before him. A pair of Jedi, though they did not burn with the strength of a Master. Even so, the pair were likely more than the young Knight could handle, at least in a fair fight. Mouth quirking upwards into a slight smirk at his own thoughts, it was all he could do not to chuckle; as if he ever fought fair.

“Are you lost? I think you’ll find the rest of your men somewhere back there, probably finding some other innocents to kill.”

Meeting the gaze of the pink haired woman with his own dark blue eyes, he allowed his mouth to quirk up into an obnoxious smirk. Her sword was drawn, but he was content to merely pull his slightly from its sheath, being careful to cover the embedded sun-crystal with his hand. He could sense her anger, could see her visibly attempting to calm herself. That was promising; he had always been better with Dun Möch than he had with the sword itself. "Eager to fight, are you? Let me guess, you consider yourself a protector of the innocent, hmm?" Laughing derisively, he shook his head as if in exasperation. "No innocents would have had to die if you had restrained yourself from violating the Sith-Imperial Core Mandate, nor would any have had to die if you had done the sensible thing and surrendered when the Sith-Imperial fleet arrived in orbit, rather than allow millions to perish first. But that's not really what the Jedi are after, is it? No, you want to play the hero, even when the diplomat saves more lives."

Eyes focused on the pink-haired woman, he slowly started to circle the pair, doing his best to pretend like he had not noticed the identity of the other Jedi. The son of the exiled King, interesting. If the fate of his ex-wife did not turn out to be enough motivation to return to Sith-Imperial custody, then perhaps his son would. Not that Adrian was one to go after family, but the mere threat might be enough.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Trying not to get stung by a swarm of...of...seriously, TIE drones?!
Equipment: Mariner IV
Allies: CSA and allies... [member="Jairdain"] , for one. Thank the gods!
Enemies: The vermin...sith is just too nice a word for them.
Tagging: [member="Micah"] , cause kitties are adorable to play with.
Post: 6





"Shoot!...." She could only wish at this time that her ship had actually been equipet with some kind of armament. After all, the two pesky TIE drone fighters were unmanned and for the most part, not that intelligent.

In and out, side to side and corner after corner to bend after bend, she ducked, rolled and darted her ship from the ensuing blaster fire on her tail.
The dust her ship was literally kicking up from the walls, and ground when she dipped to spray some water up did impede the drones who were now flying under remote feedback a run for the credit chip if it were a video game. But it wasn't and the Mariner under both marina and her droid were pulling what they had at the moment to keep the fighters at bay...at a distance.
occasionally, rounding a bend would loose them and give her time to take a breath as she would come up after a roll...if that was what she did to hug a corner.

"...these toys weren't built for kids..that's for sure.." Marina commented on the fighters, as she just couldn't shake them completely off her tail.

"We're gona have to prepare an escape pod, TK... damn it.." She muttered under her breath, gritting her teeth as her rear view monitors once more showed the fighters on her tail, through the dust devils she was creating within Juniper Canyon.

"Be de beep beep...her droid replied that she'd have to explain again as to why she had to resort to using an escape pod again to her father. Her dad, Duke Kyle DeVoe had expressed his disappointment in her involvement when Alderaan had come under a similar attack. Ok, maybe not is such a grand scale as on Commenor, but nevertheless, her father had forbid her to get involved on Alderaan's skirmish with the same vermin sith.

Of course, Marina did what her heart felt, disregarding her father's wish and had indeed gotten involved in the skirmish, using her ship to rescue trapped Alderaani citizens near the Royal palace. Of course, with no armaments, she could do nothing more than blast apart the giant sith wasps that had been unleashed on the Alderaani citizens in the city.

No weapons, nor armaments on her ship didn't necessarily mean she was helpless in doing anything about those flesh eating giant wasps..no.
Buzzing them at Mach-10 told a different story. Their exoskeletons couldn't bear the ultrasonic boom as she flew through and above the swarm. It literally blew the entire swarm to pieces, enabling her to make a fast emergency landing and take on the fleeing people to safety.

But these TIE drone fighters were not wasps and they had titanium skin. They themselves were capable of ultrasonic flight.
So there was no other option but to think about using one of the escape pods.
Damn ...was her father going to ring her ear again...

"Ready port aft pod...get them drives on line, TK...like now please..thank you very much!..." She once more banked and rolled to the extreme limits of what she could maneuver between the canyon walls, dodging those fighter's laser fire each time they spotted her position through the dust storms.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay listened to the orders [member="Darth Carnifex"] was giving to the others; the standing down of her armed forces, her ships, everyone. The sound of battle died down, but that didn't make her feel much better. Martial law was to be enforced. Already she imagined the rigid control that her people would be put under, the smiles on their faces would be faded as they went through their daily routines. She imagined the silence in the streets, at the restaurants, with no one wanting to say the wrong thing that could have them hauled away.

She hoped that it would only be temporary.

The image of [member="Yasha Mantis"] appeared then. Kay watched as her niece nearly pleaded for her family to be put into her hands, revealing that she purposefully stayed out of the battle. So that was it, then? That was why no help came from her closest allies. For some reason she was told not to get involved, and now Yasha was giving them more leverage to make her do whatever they wanted her to do. That wasn't good. That didn't give her a lot of confidence or trust in those that she used to be able to count on.

A brow was raised as the Sith Emperor mentioned a treaty. What would it entail? There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't like it. Would there be room for adjustments? Would she be able to pencil something in?

The very idea of being held in their custody until they saw fit to release her didn't bode well either. Who was going to take the position of ruler in her stead while she was gone? From all that she was able to observe, her estranged husband and children were out there somewhere. With them being the rightful replacement, she doubted that such a custom would be observed. No. The Sith Emperor would surely put a usurper in her place.

And that someone would not be staying there for long.

She took in a deep breath as the platform started to shift and move. Where were they going to take her? On a ship somewhere? Where were political prisoners held within the Sith Empire? So many questions with not so happy answers. Kay shifted a little in the harness that bound her, flexing and unflexing her fingers, but all the while keeping her head still. From what she could tell, they weren't planning to release her to Yasha at all. But at least she'd be able to see her niece. That is after she was processed. What that all entailed, she wasn't sure.

Hopefully Yasha could smuggle her in some Sapir tea.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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Commenori side of no-man's land, Commenor​

Objective: Advance, kill or capture.​

Allies: TSE | [member="Vestille Thumahra"]​

Enemies: CSA | [member="Lauri Törni"]​

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It didn't take long for Fancelo to stumble to the ground during the charge, after all he was an ordinary soldier saved by the durability of his armor as he was shot twice, a bolt to the chest, causing him to recoil a bit. Thankfully his armor absorbed the bolt, though not the impact. But the lieutenant fell to his knee as he was shot in the leg. His skills shined bright in close engagements, but did he get that chance to show it? No, for he was robbed of it by Lauri's marksmanship. However karma came tumbling over to Lauri as 4 'Onyxwalkers' made their way into the trench, some going over to kill the Commenori soldiers beside them.

To Lauri's fortune, he managed to shoot the 'Onyxwalker' jumping in on his side. That gravewalker fell into the trench, not sticking the landing at all, as that gravewalker was shot on the side of the head, probably dead. Eventually one of the Onyxwalkers, Haktan would notice his downed squadmate, and proceeded to fire a shot over to Lauri, the intent to immobilize or kill, it didn't matter at the time. They were in a heated moment and it was life or death. But, the shot didn't hit a vital part for Lauri, only his shoulder. In the midst of the blood spilling, Haktan went over to check on the downed squadmate, as the other Onyx members were intent on handling their part of the trench, as the other sections of the unit were doing.

As for Anden, he managed to limp his way into the trench with haste, as did the other Onyxwalkers that were still able.

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

There was a tense moment as Florence leveled her weapon at the former Minister but it was gone quickly as Silfe was recognized. The young woman let out a breath in relief though what she had heard before coming into view had been enough to make her worry more than she had before. The Queen was captured. [member="Veiere Arenais"] had found his own way to freedom. A whole city had been destroyed, a concept that in and of itself was shocking. Quietly, she lowered her blaster from its place above her head and kept it handy as she looked around at the area she found herself now. She gathered up her bag once preferred as a sign of coming in peace and turned to address [member="Loreena Arenais"]. Before she could get a word in, Loreena had her own command to convey.

"Of course my lady."

Feeling like the princess was far more informed than she was about all this, she did not hesitate to follow, blaster out and keeping an eye for any dangers as they went. The shields could be down at any moment and then the city would be quickly overrun by the military forces working for the Sith. Silfe may not have any political clout anymore, no longer being the Minister of Foreign Affairs, but it wouldn't be a far fetched idea that they would just kill whomever they could find. Right now, she was not overly concerned with herself. She was more focused on helping Loreena stay alive and safe, ready with her bag of tricks should anyone need to pull anything from it.

[member="Jagger Swaggernaut"] would find quite a few weapons trained on his .... vehicle as he approached Loreena and the group as they moved swiftly to get to the Twin Canyons. She had food, but what was he wanting food for?

"We might. You looking for a trade? We might be looking for a ride."

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Trying not to get stung by a swarm of...of...seriously, TIE drones?!
Equipment: Mariner IV
Allies: CSA and allies.
Enemies: The vermin...sith is just too nice a word for them.
Tagging: Micahhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18893-micah/ , cause kitties are adorable to play with. And [member="Jairdain"] , a guardian angel.
Post: 7



"I DON'T KNOW!.... I'll have to get them closer..." Marina shot back at her droid.
TK had already primed the pod's drives and was just waiting for launch. Only that the drives on the escape pods were reaching critical as it should have launched a minute ago. Escape pods didn't have much leeway in just ramping up its drives and wait to be launched. Time was ticking and if Marina didn't get to the pod, it would reach critical mass and explode right there and then in her ship. And of course, most likely take it out as it was an aft pod and close to the Mariner IV's main drives.

Be de beep be...her droid announced the obvious; having the fighters narrow the distance would get them closer to better range her. The lock tones were coming in and out at this distance for the Mariner IV was in many ways popping in and out of the TIE drone fighter's visual sensors and target computer.
The walls of Juniper Canyon were indeed buffering any sensors from the main control vessel and that of any other enemy vessel in orbit. But the TIE drones had her on visual and were still hot on her trail.
It was a no brainer that they'd be finding their mark, if Marina allowed them to narrow their distance.

But getting them closer was the only way to get them off her tail. She had performed that same trick on Alderaan when she had an array of smart missiles on her tail then too.

"ALRIGHT....we're coming up on a narrow pass....ON MY MARK!..." She shouted, sweat ruining what had started earlier in the day to be a perfectly good hair day.
Her muscles ached, her pilot harness was digging in tight...and worst of all...she had to pee. "Goddamn it!...seriously...now?!" She gritted her teeth.

Be de beep beep.. TK announced all was ready and it better happen in less than 5 seconds or they'd be flying in an open and quite airy vessel, the escape pod needed launch or it would blow.

The Mariner IV had lost some ground to the advancing TIE drone fighters...but that had been her game, to get them closer as she entered quite a narrow fissure in the canyon. Marina laid her ship on the side as it squeezed through the pass with the two TIE droid fighters hot on her tail and blazing away.

"F..F..FRAK!!...." She was yelling as the laser bolts from the pursuing drone fighters were finding their mark. And why wouldn't they as it was quite a narrow pass...almost like shooting bantas in an arena...and the Mariner IV was much larger than any banta.

"...3...2...1...NOW!" she shouted, putting the hammer down at the same time. Yes, she throttled up!

In that instant, TK launched the overloaded ready to blow escape pod out from the Mariner IV.
It just bounced off the wall once, before it EXPLODED between her ship and the pursuing TIE drone fighters.


!!! KABOOM !!!



Whether the explosion took out the fighters or not, it did take out the walls of the fissure, having them cave into each other. Whatever did happen, it nevertheless worked, as there were no longer any TIE drone fighters on her tail...or so it appeared.

Flames, dust and whatnot was quickly left behind at a distance on her rear view monitors, as the Mariner IV shot out of the canyon. Marina had punched her ship as the pod was launched, accelerating it well out of the way of the explosion that the pod created when it finally reached critical mass from its drives. Well, hitting the narrow passage walls kind of helped it to explode. But it exploded just in time.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Senate Halls
Equipment: See Sig
Enemies: [member="Mythos"], The Sith Empire

The plasmatic blade of Aten’s saber struck true on the back of Mythos’ legs tearing at the armor and wiring. Having been well aware of the Sith’s open palm, Aten completed the spin he’d started at the beginning of the maneuver. This was how one used their momentum, to let it flow from one velocity into another, Aten’s left leg dragging across the ground while he spun on the heel of his right foot. The left bracing itself. This brought him just past the blast of malevolence that sought to destroy him. The blast of gathered force struck the ground with an explosion that pulverized duracrete, going off with the force of an explosion. An explosion that caught the Jedi full in the back sending him careening through the air.

The armor Aten wore took the brunt of the explosion and when the Jedi’s eyes next opened he felt the sense of vertigo as his body spun through the air. The Jedi who’d practiced numerous martial arts and even incorporated acrobatics into the form found himself naturally at home in the air, legs tucking, body twisting slightly Aten turned it into a flip where he landed on the balls of his feet, legs spreading shoulder-width apart the Jedi now facing the Sith as he approached.

All the while Aten battled on the physical plane, the crystal, Kol was met on an immaterial one by the spirit of Adas, an attempt to frighten or even terrify the crystal. Yet Kol, was a Spintiri crystal, one enhanced by the Heart of the Guardian crystal that was also housed within the hilt of the saber. Kol was bonded with Aten in spirit, mind, and body. As the Sith spirit neared it would be met by the beacon of light that was the combination of the saber and its master. “You speak of weakness yet here we still stand.” The voices of both Kol and Aten intertwining as the Jedi spoke, the saber taking in the spent force energies of both Aten and Mythos, funneling it into Aten’s very being. The wild energy of the battles still taking place across the surface of Commenor being channeled to empower Aten.

Aten did not fret as Mythos approached with his ax, the Jedi unfazed as it came in. Left leg shifting back Aten’s body turned to the side. His body lowering beneath the swing of Mythos’ ax. He did not move to intercept it with the saber as Aten was a martial artist above a saber duelist. As the ax flew overhead the left leg shifted forward, his right pulling back, bracing themselves. Aten’s left fist came up in an uppercut aimed at the center of Mythos’ body. The index finger of Aten’s right hand shifted slightly his will reaching out and snatching up a random piece of rubble from the battle between him and the Sith, in which there was plenty. A lone chunk of duracrete intersected Aten’s uppercut his gauntlet striking it and activating.

From the gauntlet, a wave of pure sonic energy was released at the highest setting the gauntlet possessed. A setting that had nearly killed Julian Valentine while he was drabbed in full armor, one that shredded Sithspawn carapaces alike. The wave radiated out, the vibrations from the ultrasonic generator reaching out to tear at the armor Mythos wore and fling him across the Senatorial chamber. This was Aten returning the favor for the Sonic blast earlier.

 

[Taa Nul]

The defense of the Capital was not going well. That much was certain in the eyes of the Lord Regent. He had sensed Lady Kay's pain and distress, even from the safety of the palace command centre. He could no longer afford to sit on the sidelines for this one. "Enact Protocol 56. Pull back all Imperial and surviving Commenori forces to protect the palace.", he said to one of his command staff. The order was quickly transmitted, with surviving troops quickly began making their way to the palace via transport, foot or whatever other methods they had available. Morcus made his way out of the command centre, making his way towards one of the palace hangar bays. "I want a LAAT gunship ready to fly upon my arrival to the hangar. Have Imperius Squad rendezvous with me there. I sense Veiere may be in need of assistance....", the Lord Regent said with concern. If they were to have any chance of resistance against the enemy, Veiere had to survive.

When Morcus arrived at the hangar, his gunship, and Imperius Squad, were waiting for him. Imperius were a seasoned, veteran four-man team of Clone Commandos, who had served with distinction in the Galactic Empire before it's dissolution. They were all the assistance Morcus would need. The group quickly boarded the LAAT, which soared out of the palace hangar, being allowed passage through a small hole briefly opened in the defensive shield, which quickly sealed behind them. Morcus closed his eyes, entering a meditative trance as he verbally guided the LAAT pilot to their destination. A trio of TIE Interceptors soared from one of the Lord Regent's twin Imperial II-class Star Destroyers still holding what airspace they could to escort the Lord Regent's gunship, said Star Destroyers in transit to take up defensive positions above the Royal Palace. Soon enough, Veiere's Estate in the mountains would be in the near distance as the LAAT made it's approach...

[member="Veiere Arenais"]
[member="Koda Fett"]