The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Vallory]

Vallory froze up as she felt their presence. There was someone down the other end, and on their current course they were going to meet. She held her now activated saber in hand, holding in an untrained defensive stance. Soon, there was a voice. She glanced to [member="Ithnan Cryo"], shaking a bit. The force presence coming from ahead, it felt strong. And she saw...her. A green twilek with two bright sabers. And a look of fury. It gave off the same feeling that Vallory was getting after feeling their energy. And before she could make a response, the twilek flung herself in a charge.

Vallory flinched away quickly, going for a sidestep to avoid the attack, and stumbled for a moment. She readied her saber to block if another attack was to come, trying to see how she could go over this situation.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae held his daughters close as [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] walked off. And he could see the glow of red further down, and knew right away. He looked to Renla, and she nodded upon seeing his expression. With that, he left the two to step out and pulled his stun blaster. Just in case his wife needed help...then he got out just in time to see her charge. The guards held their aim steady on any others in the tunnel, in case a firefight broke out and he was ready to fire back if need be. Stardust had helped train him for this. He thought he was ready, and took a deep breath.

 

[Koda Fett]

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Careful Consideration​

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The Bounty Hunter was suspicious by nature, both an ally and an adversary. He wasn't one to believe a figure such as Arenais to accept his death, nor captivity, with peaceful cooperation. Fett didn't know when it was to happen, but there was bound to be some reaction from Veiere. A violent one that put an unweary life at risk. These weren't chances Koda was willing to take, no. His position within this orbital platform had been carefully considered, finding himself on the opposite side of Carnifex, the Dark Lord between himself and Arenais. By no means was he a coward and any who dared call him as such were reminded of the truth, but Fett wasn't unopposed to utilising the Sith Empire's Immortal Emperor as a meat-shield from anything Veiere Arenais was to do. He had faced that man before, aware of his capabilities.

Veiere had risen to oppose the Sith Emperor, an act that was bound to leave one in disrepair. Perhaps more akin to that of a cornered animal, lashing out violently at those of which who placed it there. Fett hadn't felt a lot of concern in that moment. His Carbine had slid from his shoulder, easing it's way into his clutches, held at half-mast. It hadn't been directed in Veiere's direction, but it was certainly ready to take aim in any instance.

It was in that moment in which Veiere Arenais enacted his devastating blow. A wave of energy, palpable to those not able to wield the force or feel the full extent of it's corruption, thrust forth across the entirety of the platform. The light was blinding to those of which had no protective gear, but these Mandalorians were prone to being entirely concealed in their armour; their armour that allowed their eyes to be shielded by a polarised visor. It had disorientated Fett, though. Whilst not inherently a 'dark sider' he had his connections, for it latched onto a person of his status. All these years of heartless actions had created such a thing, a pulsar of death within the force that radiated nothing more than a warning sign to any and all of which that could sense him.

Perhaps it was in some strange, unheard of way that Fett was relieved in Veiere's final, last ditch action. It had successfully freed the Jedi, or former one, from the captivity of the Sith. Fleeing, allowing chase to pursue. If anyone was certain to chase, it was Fett. As much as the 'Emperor's Hound' was wrong, it was right. The Bounty Hunter had been rather close to the edge when he staggered backwards in disorientation, a hand clutched the railing that held him in place. However, the T-Visor had seen Veiere's escape over the edge, plummeting to the surface, surely to die. No, Jedi were crafty. Admittedly, there was a moment of hesitation, one that pondered on whether or not this impeded or furthered his payment's number. Ultimately, however, it hadn't factored in. Another moment of standing beside the Sith Emperor; performing no actions but thought, was bound to drive him mad.

He too, leapt from the platform. Plummeting as if he were made of stone, surely to find an even more ghastly fate than the Jedi, or so it seemed. If not for the jetpack that routinely spat forth flames in an attempt to slow his descent the Bounty Hunter was going to strike the ground, and die on impact. Yet, Fett came prepared no matter what.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Ronan Vizsla"] - [member="Vilaz Munin"] - [member="Veiere Arenais"] - [member="Macharius Solaire"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pOQ6QDTTKk​

Sith-Imperial Courer[/URL], in the skies above Chasin City
Objective: Extra Credit Bonus Round
Equipment: SI-TIE/D Automated Starfighter (x9 total)
Engaging: [member="Marina DeVoe"]

The young Cathar was on his back, staring at the monitor upside down as his tail flicked from side to side on the floor. In his hands was the hologame-like controller, which he was using to interface with the control circuit.

On the screen, the Alderaan ship was darting all kinds of directions. It was giving the TIE/D tracking sensors fits. A fact that was clearly aggravating the Polydroxol that was controlling the two units that were harassing the strange ship that had appeared. The silvery, not-entirely-solid metallic alien had a series of ripples that moved across its otherwise mirror-like faceplate. The outward sign of irritation.

The Zabrak had three more TIE/D's that were coming down from Chasin City. "It's going outside our assigned sector," Jorah complained. "Should we keep following it?"

Rolling over, the small kitten sat up cross-legged. Tail flitting about behind him, the child leaned forward to contemplate the layout and situation before him.

Then he bounced up to his feet. And ran for the refresher. For great justice!

...and also because he'd had a lot of Fizzyglug.

As the kitten made the dash for the bathroom, the Polydroxol and the Zabrak were left just staring at each other. Blink made a sound that almost resembled droidspeak. On the screen, the Polydroxol's two TIE fighters were continuing even as the Alderaan ship made for the valley that was outside of their assigned zone.

With a shrug, Jorah entered the command for his three to proceed to the valley as well.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

This was his domain, it was his show and he enjoyed watching his prey struggle, going through the motions to no avail as she tried desperately to do something, anything to toss him off. But his vicious assault never let up it never even stopped longer than a moments breath. "You've gained nothing. I gave you an Empire, I gave you the means to become something greater and put you at the crossroads of true power, and to my mistake you tossed it away for such a worthless life, such a pathetic protozoa you have proven to be. It is because of my darkness, my actions that drove your very husband to darkness, to head away from the light leaving a path he can never return to his soul is tainted. Every stain on your family bears my mark." He said. Just then the body collided with the back of the Sith Lord his mass in armor ensured he didn't so much as stumble as it collided with his form his weight firmly grounded when the collision came, but it did the trick to momentarily distract him opening him up for a single strike from his opponent and her own offensive. But as the first strike came soaring in.

He didn't so much as block as she stepped in to come within reach to strike him. As her strike came soaring down it was suddenly stopped and forced off to the side like it slid off or out of some sort of barrier, some force keeping it away as soon as it neared close enough. The Lord of Lies stepped in and clamped down a hand on her throat and deactivated his lightsaber and palmed it, and with great force he delivered a titanic slam strong enough to break stone to her gut. "You are worth nothing, a failed experiment, a useless specimen to be tossed away. You may choose to be a victim but that only makes you weaker, and I will use it to destroy you." He said and with a growl he launched her down the hall like a paperweight instead of a human being, smashing her right into the hard, energized ray shield. "You exist because I allow it, and you will fall because I demand it. I am the final moment made flesh, I am death given true form and you are merely bacteria, a flash in the pan of the eternal reign of the Sith. This is my orchestra, they are my instruments and listen to the beautiful symphony of death." As her body slid down to the ground a series of inky black, dark strands flew through the air manifesting from an outstretched hand, the dark side erupting like a storm around the Sith Lord.

Unlike her there were others who embraced the path to power. [member="Khonsu Amon"] embraced the dark path before him, he understood and chose to seize greatness, to ascend to godhood. The galaxy would tremble at his rise, and with the Lord of Lies teachings he would attain the skills to make his mark. A new empire would rise and an ancient civilization would fall in ash and flame, the vengeance of an oppressed people thousands of years in the making. But in the end it was another man becoming King, another project for the Kingmaker. Around House Zambrano titles such as King, Emperor held little meaning to the greatest Sith Dynasty in the galaxy. They elevated regimes, and worlds like the the Kwa uplifted species. But when they dared to bite the hand that fed them the last thing their broken, shattered line and burning planet would see is the Eye of Solomon hanging over them as they fell.

If the darkness collided with her body it would coil itself around her like bindings, swiftly cutting her off from the force. If not the attack was followed with a massive telekinetic grip intending to snare her, either way he steadily made his way towards his trapped target. He clipped the lightsaber back on his side then as he approached with supreme confidence.

 

[Onrai]

Vanessa and the troopers would begin to slowly move their way through the old mining tunnels. They had been able to determine from the surface point of entry exactly where the palace was in relation to the entry point the mole miner had opened up. That said, the tunnels were a maze, and it was exceedingly unclear as to what direction they were supposed to be going. Vanessa's insistence that the group stay together to prevent potential ambushes was slowing down their potential progress.

"Why are we not splitting up?" One of the officers inquired.

"Do you want to get bushwhacked by Commenor forces? They probably know we're here and I don't want to give them a moment of weakness." Vanessa answered as they took another fork. "We're heading in the right direction. Just keep it up."

 

[Ihsan]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Prevent/delay anybody from getting to the easternmost generators.
Allies: SJO [member="Iakchi"] [member="Charlie Nooran"]
Enemies: Any Sith in the sewers

Heading towards the closest entrance, Saka followed her master and their detachment further into the sewer system, her black cloak rippling in the warm wind as the party descended further. The place was a lot bigger than she’d expected, its branching tunnels extending for at least a few dozen kilometers. It felt like a labyrinth without end which offered many hiding places and ambush spots to the fortunate and less fortunate. The confined nature left her little room to use her stature and agility against numerous opponents, she would have to rely on her own skill in saber dueling to survive the dark sanctum below the besieged city.

"Shall i scout the tunnels ahead master? i don't want us to be taken unaware while we set up the Casper pods," she suggested while the rangers moved into position, "Charlie can come with me too if she wishes." A sense of nebulous unease was, unfortunately, growing increasingly common in the air. The tension was becoming palpable even here surrounded by fellow Jedi. But this was something different. Much less existential.

 

[WolfMortum]

Status: Hunted and on the move.​

Location: Commenor, Sith Staging Area.​

Objective: Gather belongings and enter Chasin City via Home.​

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

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Their descent would be swift, Veiere pursued by the Bounty Hunter, [member="Koda Fett"] of whom he had faced sometime none to distant from now. Fett was right to assume that Veiere would survive the fall, the Force being drawn to his legs and strengthening them whilst he took a hold of the platform's supporting structure via telekinesis, using it to slow Veiere just enough so that when he did land, the Force would absorb all of the shock and keep his bones from breaking. From those on the outside of understanding, it would simply appear as though Veiere had performed an impossible landing, yet just as Force Practitioners could leap unthinkable heights, so too could they overcome such miraculous feats.

Igniting the Sith's former lightsaber, the crimson blade screamed once more into form as Veiere pushed off from the ground in a full blown sprint through what had become the Empire's encampment and staging area for the Siege; relying upon the Force, he did his utmost to throw up a Cloak around him. With the stamina and strength he had lost over his imprisonment however, he could only manage to shield himself from those not within his immediate vicinity, both forcing him to keep his distance from the Sith Force's while too being exposed by the ever pursuing and ever relentless Bounty Hunter. Within the Chaos of War, most failed to notice let alone expect there to be a Jedi Master within their midst.

From here, the Eldritch Estate was closer in range to him than that of Chasin City and her powerful shield. Veiere's armaments remained there at the Chateau in the Mountains, isolated from all nearby inhabited locales, it was not likely to be noticed by the invading Forces, nor would they have expected a hidden entrance into the underground caverns that [member="Lady Kay"] had established long ago. It would be his defense against the enemy, his reunion with his family and eventually see to their final stand over the heart of the Systems Alliance, if only he could make it that far without Koda's insistent interference.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"]​

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Chasin City
Allies: CSA, SJO and their friends. Helping [member="Marina DeVoe"]
Enemies: TSE, their friends. Soon [member="Micah"] and eventually [member="Xevek Rakama"]
Objective: ?

One the Embassy had been cleared and evacuated, Jairdain knew her job here wasn't done. Tipping her head to the side slightly as she exited the building, she smiled. Somebody was providing Battle Meditation and that was something she was not going to need to provide this day. It might be her strongest ability, but it was nice to know others could perform it as well. This gave her the opportunity to feel out through the Force and get a lay of what was going on.

War. It had finally come to Commenor. An invasion. If there had been anybody around and paying attention, they have heard the advisor let out a stream of curses in various languages. There was probably a lot of that happening though, so it probably would not have called that much attention to her. As she felt out, the sensation of a now almost familiar presence was here. That not quite Lykos she had felt on Coruscant was present. Too far away to engage, that mental connection would be enough for now.

​You have changed. Come to me, my Zi'real.

It was all she mentally projected to the currently too distant figure in the Force. He would get the message. Keeping a touch on him, she was able to divide her attention far better than when they had met. He was weaker somehow and why she called him by the name he had given her when they met.

In the skies over Chasin City, various crafts soared, battled, won or were destroyed. Two dueling ships caught her attention. From one of them, she sense panic and fear. The other relished the fight. Common sense spoke to her and she knew who was the aggressor and which one was here to help Commenor. Touching the Force, she called upon it to bring about an electrical storm between Micah and Marina. A bolt of lightning struck out from this storm and headed in the direction of Micah.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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On the ground, Outskirts of Capital City
Disable the shield protecting the Capital

Vexen continued to watch from afar to the sound of thundering artillery, watching the enemy's shield spark to life when a shell struck it. It was a war of attrition to put it lightly, though the Sith Legion had a nearly endless supply of ammunition to lay siege upon the Capital. It was only a matter of time before the generators would fall and with it the city. Time worked against the Commenor and it was slipping away like sand in an hourglass. As Sith and Legion troops were dispatched to the underground tunnels to bypass the shield Vexen gazed upon the map of the area. From the staging area that he overlooked, the Ferrata began to roll out a columns of AT-MTW 'Monolith' Walkers onto the battlefield. The underbelly of each walker would open up, like a metal sarcophagus as droid racks would lower and begin to deploy dozens of SE-K9 'Fangs' equipped with large durasteel towershields in one hand and wielding the Legion standard rifle of choice in the other. They would begin to march into rows, creating large shield walls, amassing on the horizon.

Vexen's intent was to have the armored Monoliths and Fangs push forward towards the city as a leading vanguard force. Assuming that the tunnel teams were on time and the shields disabled, the vanguard force of armored vehicles and droid infantry pushing with a solid means of defense against small arms fire would be able to push the city. Of course, any credible threats in the forms of enemy armor and infantry possessing firepower capable of taking them would be identified and their positions relayed to the distant Harbingers to be dealt with. With an armored frontline pushing the city, the Legion positions entrenched on their side of the no man's land would be able to push up behind, and the city would be flooded with flesh and steel spreading havoc and destruction. While the CSA had dawdled with notions of peace in the Galaxy, the Sith Empire continued to grow bold and strike at the Core planets in an unrelenting and merciless onslaught to assert their dominance over the Galaxy.

Transmissions were coming in, relaying status reports of the forward teams. Amidst the background noise, the reports coming in were nothing too out of the ordinary. He would observe the map sent to him and the details of the agent Sebastian Thel's report. Vexen observed with great scrutiny as he sent a simple response back, "This is the enemy's only chink in their defense. Assuming the enemy commander is competent, they will have taken measures to rectify this and reinforce those areas. Be on guard and annihilate all that cross your path. Failure is not an option." Vexen would terminate the transmission to the teams utilizing the tunnels as he turned to a nearby Major who saluted upon being turned to as Vexen spoke, "Major take your batallion as well as three squadrons of AT-HAW's and push the western front. Captain Arkin will be responsible for taking the western generators down." He would open up a transmission to the Captain on the front whose forces were positioned near one of the entrances to the underground., "Captain, a map of the underground network has been transmitted to you, take your men and push for the western generators." Vexen would pause as he looked to the Capital once more before speaking again.

"Belay my last order Captain...Await my arrival, I will lead the attack. Prepare to move out once I arrive."

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Anden Fancelo"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Charlie Nooran"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Tehkyram]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGcv09G5MYc​

Objective: Wipe them out. All of them.
Allies: Sith Imperial Legion
Enemies: CSA Soldiers // [member="Mereel Vaun"]

Blade met blade, and force met force. The frail human's armor and affinity for the force made him roughly even with Tehkyram's raw strength. But Tehkyram had no need to break the lock. It would drain the comparatively weaker Jedi's strength faster than it would drain his. And on top of that, Tehkyram could finally smell the faint touch of fear coming from the Jedi. Fear and anger, yes, a wonderful combination. He pressed on, exerting just enough force to force the Jedi to exert himself even further. at the same time, he locked eyes with the Jedi, his void-black pupils staring intently into the eyes of his prey through the visor. It was an invitation to the abyss of his soul, an unspoken declaration of homicidal intent.

"Into the eyes of shadow
Into the gaze below
Into the empty night
Of these dark rays
Into the source of wisdom
Beyond the Jedi lies
Into the endless depth
Of abyssal eyes"

Darth Emeriessence, Psalms to the Abyss, Volume II Canto IX

How delightful, to be both a predator and a warrior! An apex of evolution, but focused only on destruction rather than procreation. A monstrous defiance and rejection of nature and life itself. Yes, as Tehkyram pressed the blade further and further, his entire body tingled with power and psychopathic glee. This was what he lived for, domination and inevitable destruction of prey. The slave becoming the master becoming the devourer of all!

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Su7wwdDfqsI
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Location: Underground tunnels
Enemies: [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] , [member="Darben Skirae"]
Allies: [member="Vallory"] , TSE and Allies

"Steel yourself," He said to the Sith beside him as his Saber activated. Starting from a loud screech to a silent humming noise, the footsteps approaching overshadowed everything else in his mind as he focused on. As the force grew stronger around him so did his resolve to shatter his opponent in front of him. When the green Twilek came into view he didn't allocate any cognitive function to her words as no matter what was exchanged between them would not change the fate the force had set before them. Spreading his feet and taking a balanced position he awaited whatever was about to be thrown at him...However, this was war and honor was something that needn't cloud the possibility of a completed mission.

He looked over to the Sergeant in charge and saw the man was speechless, no order of attack coming down yet as the Twilek spewed its meaningless words. Was this the best the man had to offer him in this situation, fear, indecisiveness? Without any delay, Ithnan smiled at the Twilek now rushing him and howled to the rest of the pack "Fire!" a small field of blaster fire would approach the rushing Twilek. Whether it landed or not was neither here nor there for Ithnan all he wanted was time. Even a few seconds could mean life or death in a duel

Ithnan sidestepped in the opposite direction of [member="Vallory"] as to divide the Twileks attention to two sides. With the Twilek rushing, he would try to use the recklessness of it all against her and aim his initial diagonal swing at amputating an arm.

 

[Koda Fett]

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Inescapable​

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Flames. They sputtered from the exhaust of his jetpack, a piece of hardware the Mandalorian never seemed to be without. It was awfully convenient, and the missile it housed was a reminder as to why nobody should dare make an enemy. of Fett, for those that did often found themselves suffering from it's wrath. The Bounty Hunter managed to kick up quite the amount of dust and dirt in the moment his feet collided with the ground amidst the Imperial Camp. Veiere was a fool for coming here, or so he had thought in the moments prior to him vanishing from view. Fett wasn't privy as to how these Force Users happened to utilise such trickery, but he had seen it before, and he had defeated it then with the gadgets he possessed. Bristling with weapons and gadgets, a solution to every problem, or so some have claimed and put to the test.

The entirety of his attention was fixated upon identifying Veirere among the Sith. Suppose that some may have thought nothing of it, and it certainly seemed strange as to the palpable concentration Fett felt even beneath that armour of his. The T-Visor scanned the area ahead, a perceptive man if there ever was one. Throughout Veiere's sprint, he happened to cause quite the stir of dirt, only noticeable to those that bothered to search for it. Everyone else may have been too busy. His vision modes cycled after a brief second of contemplation, and his thermal signature was revealed.

There was simply no escape. 'A Bounty Hunter beyond compare', Preliat Mantis had once stated. Run, hide, it didn't matter. Fett was always there in the end. He had figured Veiere had somewhere to go, and there wasn't a chance he planned to hide within a forest, cowering in wait. That wasn't how his people behaved. The King had somewhere to go, somewhere of use. It was for that reason Fett trailed, but from a distance. The figure marked on his visor, falling within range of a 100 metres of tracking. With luck, Veiere may feel as if he had been successful in his effort.

This wasn't the first time the Mandalorian had trailed a cautious individual, placing himself out of sight and out of mind. Curious, if nothing else.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Lauri Törni]

Lauri swore for the hundredth time that hour. He hadn't heard of any reinforcements since the AT-STs arrived, and by now two of them had been disabled by enemy fire. A dozen of his men had been killed, with thirteen others now unable to fight. Only he and sixty five men with three AT-STs held the line. The enemy had fiented a charge three times now, maintaining fire between each. He couldn't keep up with this. He'd be out of men soon. Hell, if the enemy charged he doubted what he had would be able to stop them. But he needed to keep fighting.

"Christiana, tell the men to fire off volleys at every break in enemy fire. Any snipers we have left need to keep firing. I want those AT-STs staying on the move and firing."

By now she was his only Sergeant. After this, she'd be getting a promotion, assuming she survived. Assuming any them survived. No. He couldn't think like that now. He needed to focus on fighting the Sith, even if it meant his death. To do that, he needed more men.

"This is Lieutenant Törni, once again requesting reinforcements. The enemy heavily outnumbers us, and have armor. We cannot hold the southern flank for long."

[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Anden Fancelo"]
[member="Vestille Thumahra"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Shield Generators
• Allies: CSA
• Enemies: TSE
• Equipment: Everything in signature, and listed on Bio, plus four belts of thermal detonators (36)

Death, Anger, Fear, Hunger, every dark thought, every shred of vile emotion filled his mind, and for a moment he shuddered, physically shuddered, from the sheer weight of the darkness pressing against him. While one to indulge in desires and his darkness, there was pride to be lost should he give in fully to the pent up tension filling him, and Darlyn had to keep a mind of his presence lest he become no better than his enemies that day. Perhaps it was something of a saving grace then when the presence of Light began to wash over him, as he arrived to the generators.

Light.. not the subtle, and innocent light Shoden gave to her Father, but a bright, stern light. As if standing within the center of a stage, and all eyes were on him and him alone. The kind of light more firm than [member="Lady Kay"], but no less earnest.

A Jedi's light. A lot of Jedi light.

It kept him from going deeper, perhaps drawing his mind ever so slightly away from its natural inclination and towards the moment. For a while, as he approached the defenses, his weapons still hanging from their clips and holsters, the desire to kill became a distant white noise, and to Darlyn's surprise a voice was speaking to him as he came to reality. The words were.. hazy but the meaning was clear through their stance. Some form of relief, for some at least, those who had seen him in action themselves.

Those who had an inkling of the violent beast to be released upon Sith and their companions.

A hand was raised in greeting to him, and he returned the favor, and followed into the command center. Words only returning to him as [member="Jyoti Nooran"] finished her speech, and others went about their tasks... the woman certainly had presence, for a Jedi, but of course the man was on his guard even now with clear thoughts. He was, after all, a Dark blot (with a darker blot in Exar Kun's weapon upon his hip) within a sea of Light. There was little to say their defense of the City would extend, even as compatriots, to him.

The red cloak of Ultimate's armor came to hang quietly, as he crossed the armored arms across his chest. Blue eyes were fixed upon the Echani Jedi Master, as if trying to discern something about her very core. And when his voice finally left his lips, it seemed, satisfied.

"Minister Excron. I'm here to kill Sith and, mostly just that actually. I don't suppose you have a spot in this motley gang for an 'electrician' would you? Preferably one with plenty of fun."

[member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Saka Amara"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jarael Belaerys"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

"You gave me a single world and nothing more. Without you I gained dozens of worlds under my banner! That was not your doing at all! It was mine! Just because my methods are not as violent as yours, it doesn't make them weak! You give yourself far more credit than you deserve!" She taunted him more as her anger for him grew. Kay hated his point of view, as wrong as it was. She had her own plan for taking hold of parts of the Galaxy as her own and it was working! That is until [member="Darth Carnifex"] interfered, sending [member="Darth Prazutis"] to her for this conflict.

The body hit him then, and she moved to strike him as she closed the gap between them. However he was quick to grab her throat, followed by the punch to her gut. If it weren't for her light armour, her insides surely would've been crushed. Yet the armour absorbed the impact for her. So too did it allow the shock of her being thrown against the door to have little effect.

Her eyes narrowed as he spoke, trying to instill a sense of worthlessness into her. But all that she picked out were bits and pieces as she crouched on the ground and focused on the Force. It wasn't any Lightside or Darkside that Kay tuned into, but of the Force itself, creating a Force Shield around her to protect herself from the dark tendrils spewing forth from him. "Bacteria, am I?
Well, even bacteria can kill those that they infect!"

His kinetic blast was buffeted by the Force Shield, which she dropped a split second later as he strolled towards her. Kay then focused on his heart, just as she did with the hearts of the Elders, using the technique of the Force Choke to squeeze the essential organ tightly in her grip, all the while keeping her lightsaber up and in front of her to protect herself. She needed to weaken him; weaken him just enough so that she could gain the upper hand.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Macharius roll dodged out of the way of the Jedi. A shame he wouldn't answer him. The Emperor surely could have waited longer to execute him. What valuable insight he could have gained. Still, actions speak louder than words. Veiere went right by him and for the Emperor. It was their fight after all that mattered most in the situation. Mach steadied himself on splayed knees. Even with all the padding there was still pain in his joints. He was getting too old for combat. Something he'd just suck up and deal with. Some knee pain was a lot better than getting bisected by a lightsaber or something. Taking the time to secure his own safety by drawing his pistol. The fighting he heard but wasn't quick enough to witness. No, only a blinding flash of light as soon as he was able to rise up on two feet. It was like when you were welding two pieces of metal together. Only the center was in focus. Macharius could only thank the stars his helmets optics spared him the worst of it, just like Fett's did. Raising up his weapon to defend himself, he was again to slow. The King had fled over the side. The Mandalorian quickly giving chase. Chaos abounds.

"Damn that guys as slippery as they come." Macharius took a look around the observation deck. A moment to asses things. Caedyn had escaped. One of them at least had the initiative and ability to give chase. Lots of shouting from below. Help was on it's way probably. A lot of the other Sith around looked in bad shape. And the Emperor? "Vizsla, Munin, why don't you see about helping Fett. I'd bet he could use the help against the guy who can get out of this mess. I'll help Carnifex." Whether the two would heed his request was up to them. He didn't much care personally. Mach hadn't even met Caedyn before today. Sure the Queen had spoken of him but by that point they weren't together anymore. Another thorn for the Sith, not him though he hoped. Mach cut his own thoughts off and set out to help as he said.

Macharius moved to the Emperors side. Asking him if he needed any assistance. He did not look well. Whatever Caedyn had done was likely aimed directly at the Emperor. Forcer stuff he did not yet understand.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | @Vilaz Munin​

 

[Mara Rockwell]

[member="Mythos"]

When dating Mara Rockwell, there were a number of things you could count on; a great view, plenty of laughs, a great time--but not dependability or sanity. Mara had arrived a few days earlier on Commenor. She found a cheap flight on the planet and decided to take that on hand, and find whatever adventures awaited her in the by and by. She was a free spirit, a ship coasting from one gale to the other. And the gale she found on Commenor was a great one.

It didn't take the blue beauty very long to find the party scene. Every planet, no matter how dignified, had at least one rave club. Mara found Commenor's. And that was exactly where Mara was now. She had completely forgot why she came to Commenor in the first place. Her comm was likely full of request and demands as to where the hell she was. But that was ok. She hadn't charged it in days, it was as dead as could be.

As war was raged outside, she was raving inside. The lasers, lights, and blasting strobes only accentuated the massive EMD trance music that was blaring through the air. She jumped, she grinded and was grinded upon, just another body in the mass of beings that were in total unity, seeking the enlightenment from the system that is granted by pure ecstasy. She wasn't high on spice right now, the Commenori officials were pretty good about that stuff--all she had consumed all day was pure alcohol.

But now she was ready for a hit of glitterstim.

She stopped by the bar, grabbing two more New Correllia Teas for the road, before stumbling into the alley. Mara had to steady herself against the wall. The ground shook a second and third time. Mara looked up, she had to blink several times. She was convinced for a second the simulation was broken, or maybe she was having a flash back--or did the bartender spike her drinks? Commenor was under attack.

"Well damn, I don't wanna miss the chance to do more lootin'," Mara said to her self before chugging half of one of her teas. She stumbled forward into the streets. Her glittering silver crop top shone in the sun, as did her brightly colored high waisted booty shorts. Mara's eyes lighted on a pair of teenagers quickly packing all they had in a nearby speeder.

"Hey," she said waving, 'Hey, hey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you!" The drunk girl made her way towards them. "Have you ever tried ​'the lootin'' ​before?"

The pair stopped, exchanging strange glances with each other, then looking back at her with a shake of their heads.

"Great, lemme show you how its done. All the cool kids are doing it," she reeled back, tossing one of her glasses of booze into a store front window. It shattered into a thousand pieces. "And then, we take the stuff that spawns there. Its that simple. Grindin' in this reality."

The teens heard all they needed to. They hopped into their speeder and tore away, seeking safety from the crazy woman and the city under attack. Mara shrugged. More for her, she guessed. In her search for loot to spawn, Mara was armed with her half full New Correllia tea as she stumbled through the streets. There may or may not have also been some rather drunk attempts at recreating the EMD music she heard earlier along the way.

A soldier in full armor turned the corner, his sights set on her, "Freeze!"

"You freeze!" she shouted, pointing at him, "pew, pew pew! Disregard the constabulary!"

He stopped, cocking his head to the side, "Miss Rockwell? Mara Rockwell?"

"Pew, pew pew! Gotya! Your not a very good soldier," Mara said, continuing with her finger gun attack.

"Miss Rockwell, where have you--" he stopped, he knew better than to ask, judging by her smell, "You are expected back at the command center, right away! Come with me."

"What if I say n--Hey!" Mara began as he grabbed her finger-gun hand and dragged her along to the command center Mythos had set up. She halted as her eyes caught sight of Mythos... dueling. She furrowed her lips in a scowl. How dare he look so happy and content! Especially when he forgot their three month anniversary! He didn't even ask what she wanted to celebrate the event. She was fuming. He had to pay.

"Is that a rocket launcher on your back?"

"Yes, wh--"

"Give it to me."

"Wh--"

"GIVE! NOW!"

The soldier quickly handed over his rocket launcher to appease the woman. He was convinced she had no idea how to use the weapon anyway, and beyond that, she was too drunk to be dangerous. Boy was he ever so wrong. It took Mara a few tries but she thumbed the safety off and hoisted the heavy weapon on her shoulder. She swayed, back and forth, barely able to stay upright as she cradled the launcher in one hand and her booze in the other. It was hard to get a bead on him, but Mara was hardly one to give up--except when it came to trying to be sober. She gave up before she even tried.

"Take this you son of a queen!" she shouted before pulling the trigger. The launch knocked Mara on her butt and sent the rocket spiraling towards Mythos in a winding spiral.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Chasin City
On the outskirts of the shield, near the water.

Interacting With │ [member="Alexandra Feanor"] │ [member="Taeli Raaf"] (?)
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Maliphant moved with an idle fancy, long strides working through the streets as the sounds of conflicts from this direction and that spread, washing over the area in a thick miasma of dark side emotions; the pain of death, the fear of the future, and the sadness in the loss of loved ones. It was… intoxicating, to those with a natural affinity to the less than noble side of the grand and enduring Force. Brushing a few loose strands of hair from his face, he looked down the streets with a curiosity more than a lust for destruction.

“Sir, we’re closing in on the location General Vexen set out; we’ll get the sonar equipment ready.”

With a subtle nod, Maliphant began to feel himself dragged in the direction of a distant park; something he could barely make out at this distance. Almost half a mile away, he strained with physical sight, but could easily feel the pressure of a Jedi where it was; forcing him to speak up,

“Stay hidden. We’ve got company.”, he said as the sound of artillery slapping the shield in the distance echo’ed like thunder through the buildings. The group nodded, turning towards one of the local high rises and settling themselves in its lobby, setting up a defensive position as the rather large mining sonar was set up.

The Sith however, moved onwards in the direction that called upon him, his lightsaber clicking against his side with every step as he kept to the side roads; now mostly void of people as they were sent either offworld, or within the shield before it was erected. The distant sound of waves was almost nonexistent as war raged overhead; but it came through all the same to the more sensitive.

After a few short minutes, Maliphant moved into the edges of the rather green park, the trees yet undisturbed by the war that took place all around it. It carried a faint beauty, even the sith that traversed it now leaned down to rub a flower petal between his fingers before moving onwards; only to see the woman now sitting on the bench.

Odd.

Her presence in the force was substantial, easily readable as a trained practitioner in the force, but was she meditating? Perhaps, he couldn’t tell, though the closer he got, the more his curiosity burned. The corruption in his gaze moved to study her as his voice broke the silence in a dark whip;

“Come here often?”, he said as he flashed his teeth in a crude smile.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Chasin City

Allies: CSA and Allies | [member="Caedyn Arenais"]
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 bright beacon in the force that was her friend called out in the force, standing out in her head every time she closed her eyes, a friendly sensation that let her wend her way through the streets, zeroing in on his location as her speeder sped unimpeded through the bare streets. She wasn't quite sure what she expected when she found him, perhaps helping with the evacuation, or getting himself into some kinda troublesome situation with the Sith who were stalking the city like ants at a picnic. She could feel them like a touch of ice running down her back. What she didn't expect was the presence of armed troopers in what looked like a defensive formation around the prince and princess. The padawan grounded her speeder as a wry smile played over her lips, it only made sense for the pair to have some kind of guard presence in the area, they were too important to just let run around by themselve...did. Asaraa had to suppress a groan as she watched [member="Loreena Arenais"] rush off, her brother gesturing to the troops, waving them off.

"Oh wait, wow are you the prince of Commenor? Whatever's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" A playful grin spread across the pink-haired girl's face as she approached behind Caedyn, her footfall soft on the ground as she padded up behind him. "I kinda expected you to be in the middle of the most secure bunker your mum could find, not in the middle of the city." Stopping by the boy Asaraa let her gaze rest on the shields still holding strong overhead before turning to glance at her friend. "You know, if you're not gonna let all those heavily armed guards act as your bodyguard then hopefully you won't complain too much about just one person." A smile played over her lips, "I'd hate to see anything happen to you, besides," she reached up to tap one corner of her glasses, "seems like some sith are through the shields, we'd probably be safer together."