The Times, They Are A Changin... [Corellian League Rebellion of Corellia]

[Iron Giant]

As soon as the KUT-42 'Stark' Plasma Torch activated, the bridge knew they were in more danger than they realized, looking up at the reflective skin of a six meter long cybernetic alien... surrounded by eleven others of its kind. They had gravely underestimated those four freighters, and they were soon going to regret it. A plasma jet two meters long exploded through the transperisteel glass, shattering it immediately. Atmosphere blasted against them, and began to suck out a few unprepared guards or deck officers out in space, while cables shot out from Iron Giant's 'hips' into the floor, reeling her in despite the maelstrom. The other CybeResu followed in behind her as the emergencies blast doors sealed her entry point, stopping the vacuum venting out the atmosphere and deck officers alike. Her plasma torch stopped, and she set it on the ground with such a gentle ease... it demonstrated the physical strength her size and cybernetics possessed. Even among her own kind, she was something of an Iron Giant. Her extended claws flexed, and she lowered her tusked head. It was time to kill.

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Meanwhile in the Hangar...​

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With the exception of six CybeResu, the hangar had been exterminated of all life. It was redecorated with fire, wreckage, and unrecognizable bodies of troopers, pilots, repairmen, and officers alike. Some might call such a massacre an atrocity... though the Resu had little means of identifying the difference of one's "innocence" if they are part of a larger organization that has been dubbed 'The Enemy'. In Resu culture, every member of one's enemy was an active combatant simply by nature. So naturally, they fought as if everyone was an active combatant, and killed them all without special judgement or moral decision. They were all equal, and the Resu did not hesitate.

'The Iron Giant' began patrolling the Hangar for survivors, and the CybeResu on board did likewise. They did not know they were waiting for someone to come, until the fiery wreckage blocking access to the Hangar suddenly blasted outwards by some indiscernible force, crushing three CybeResu to death before they knew what happened. Two others managed to get away by the skin of their teeth.

In the access way where the wreckage had formerly been, a humanoid figure with an outstretched hand stood. Behind him, there were three soldiers, with one of them being notably different... at least to anyone could actually see. The Iron Giant did not hesitate upon noticing new targets.

"Unit Iron Giant, re-engaged." Its blaster rifle aimed up and fired, only to be deflected back at the monstrous suit of remote controlled armor. Naturally, this called for superior fire power as its thermal vision locked on to a hot thermal blade erupting from the combatants hands. The other figures raised rifles of their own and started firing. A volley of bolts began to collide against the heavy armor just as The Iron Giant fired a sonic blast at the same as it fired its autocannon.

"Kriff!" The Sith commander yelled as he called upon the force to leap out of the way as the two blasts made short work of one of the troopers to the shock of his 'identical' twin. Meanwhile the marine used his jump back to avoid the collateral damage as well as to get a better position on the massive droid thing. Suddenly, the Sith commanders communicate attempted to yell at him over the din of blaster fire.

"Comander*static*... retur*static*...'s a diversion! Argh!" The Sith's eyes dilated in frustration. He had been made the fool! He would finish this monstrosity now! He noticed as the droid finished off the ordinary trooper, it began to turn in his direction. It's minigun unleashing an impressive volley of blaster bolts into the marine troopers activated personal shield, while he attempted to find cover to use his ion disruption rifle. That's when he decided to charge, get in close, and take advantage of its slow movement to cut into its weaker hydraulic joints.

He underestimated its torso's rotating speed, and just as he was closing ground it aimed a rocket at his face while simultaneously firing blaster and sonic blasts at his only remaining soldier behind his cover. "Crap!" The rocket let loose and he was forced to halt his charge and think of something fast. Calling on his frustration and anger, a bolt of electricity exited his outstretched finger times and detonated the rocket only moments after exiting its launcher. The explosion knocked him backwards.

(Post 7; Boneshatter - COMPLETE.)

 

[Iron Giant]

Small arms blaster fire peppered the CybeResu, who grimaced in pain for every shot which connected, and only motivated them further to expedite their further slaughter. In the moment they had entered the bridge, Iron Giant alone had decapitated or amputated a number of limbs from two troopers or officers, before gutting another on her elongated tusks. Blood already stained the controls as the cybernetic monsters ravaged the bridge. The Resu were savages by galactic standards, and you couldn't fight them civilized and win. You needed to be prepared for their savagery, posses the weapons or people necessary to protect you from their obsession over ritualized melee combat.

A Corsair dropped out of hyperspace some distance away from the Boneshatter; it would have to burn fuel fast if they were going to do anything to assist their 'Big Sister'... although hope for that, was limited.

Small arms fire wasn't going to be enough when they were more often than not, faster than you can pull the trigger with a longer and deadlier reach. Iron Giant let out an electrical roar that arced into her tusks, which weaponized the energy and amplified it into a killer arc of electrical energy, connecting with several organics and machinery. A few of the other CybeResu followed suit, putting resistance here in its tracks.

Only one brave trooper managed to get behind a CybeResu, and unknowingly sacrificed himself as he shot a blaster into its back, which detonated the hydrogen tanks, consuming them both in fire and shrapnel. They would honor her later, but for now, the bridge was theirs. There only a few unarmed officers about to flee, before C.O.M.O., detached from Iron Giant's back, and managed to work the controls of the bridge...


... and locked them in with the CybeResu.

(Post 8; Boneshatter - COMPLETE. Corsair 1 of 3)

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
For Keira, the decision was simple. There was no need for deliberation, or to ponder over the true value of life and just what would happen if they chanced not to play along. Her philosophy in the matter was a fairly simple one, and it was something she had abided by since she was young, though it had been more than drilled into her thanks to encounters such as this. That train of thought was as follows: the lives of the few for the lives of the many. And right now, they had a gathering of innocent children and the capital city of her homeworld versus the life of one man that may or may not be guilty of the crime that had been presented along with his beaten and bloody form. None of that mattered in the long run, however.

Momentarily she considered the man, dark gaze taking in his broken form that reminded her of how she had found herself under Dredge's dominion. But there was a key difference between them, one that allowed her to separate herself from his existence and dub him another faceless kill: he hadn't been strong enough. A cruel mindset perhaps, but in a galaxy that allowed monsters like Dredge to thrive, morality was very much a fickle thing. There was no point in dwelling on it so closely when it meant nothing in the long run, and such was the reason she didn't bother to cling to hers beyond the barest threads in certain instances. Unfortunately for the man brought before them, this wasn't one of those.

There wasn't so much as the slightest change in her demeanor in the next few seconds, nothing to hint at her intentions. But when she looked back to the Yuuzhan Vong at the head of the table the man had dropped dead, his neck twisted at an odd angle. For her, it really was that simple.

[member="Dredge"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kytra Odran"], [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Iron Giant]

The next several minutes would be Chaos on the Boneshatter, as the Corsair entered within range of its "big sister".

...

The explosion seemed to stagger the giant lumbering beast of metal, now sporting some hefty damage on its heavy weaponry autocannon arm. It wasn't not a threat though, the Sith commander would have to be careful... considering he had forgotten it was not the only combatant.

"Fire!" He shouted to the trooper upon in his cover with his ion disruption rifle, who primed up the shot, and fired. Unfortunately, not before he had been charged by a CybeResu who had been stealthily stalking him up to his vantage point while 'The Iron Giant' had been distracting them. The elongated metal tusks punctured straight through the marines plasteel armor, his blood bathing the sword like protrusions from the CybeResu's face, who promptly kicked him of its tusks.

Luckily, although the shot missed, the excess ion charge cloud seemed to mess with the remote control system of the armor, and partially affected its movement systems. The already slow specimen of mechanical engineering would not be able to keep up to the Sith Commander as he sprinted out of the hangar, using his lightsaber to literally "dis-arm" and "de-feet" two CybeResu who attempted to attack him on his way there.

Back in the hallways leading to the bridge, he sprinted as fast as he could, hoping it wasn't too late for those sorry asses on the bridge. What kind of attack was this?

...

"C.O.M.O.. Vent atmospheric pressure." The mechanical voice of a woman escaped Iron Giants mouth as her body glared at the remaining officers trapped on the bridge with her. The looks of horror on their faces were lost on her, as were there screams as gusts of wind seemed to steal their breathe. Emergency warning klaxons sounded all around the ship as atmosphere was mechanically vacuumed into space, occasionally sending out bodies along with it. The men and women in service aboard the Corsiar that was fast approaching, looked onward in confusion, fear, and anger. Thousands of their compatriots were being brutishly ejected without warning or consideration for innocents.

This was a far more tyrannical enemy than most Sith regimes... if only because they simply didn't understand any concept of morals in combat. It was not in their nature, and evolution drove them against any such ideals or senses mercy. Every response to every living enemy was the same: total extermination.

So now that everyone aboard the ship not wearing a vacuumed sealed helmet was dead, Iron Giant and the CybeResu would have to set their sights onto a new target... with a much bigger, far deadlier weapon. They didn't need a full crew to demonstrate the intimidating stature and projected power of their vessel. Much like their first encounter, the much larger ship began to charge the smaller Corsair, very much intending on smashing it into oblivion unless the ship maneuvered around it.

At that moment, the escaped Resu-Class Freighter reentered the system from Hyperspace, barreling through space on a crash course for the Corsair as well, on the opposite side as the hangar the distraction team had been in, with 'The Iron Giant'... who as we spoke, found the Sith Commander in a hallway jogging but not apparently breathing. He was utilizing a force technique, and was attempting to get through a blast door with his lightsaber.

'The Iron Giant' unceremoniously shot him point blank in the back with its Blaster Rifle.

(Post 9; Boneshatter - COMPLETE. Corsair - 2 of 3)

 

[Iron Giant]

"What the hell... those bodies, they-"
"I can't believe..."

"...vented them."​

"This doesn't seem like the Alliance... this is-"

"Sick bastards! They better hope they can use those guns..."​

"Unthinkable."​

A high ranking officer on board silenced the numerous voices that filled the bridge, getting the last word in with such a snarl and hatred in his voice, it shattered the sorrow and petty rage found among his deckmates. The Captain of this ship, simply could not comprehend such a magnificent frigate design like the Boneshatter, could be outmatched by a handful of unarmed freighters.

The fact that the boarding party vented the rest of the crew out of the ship into the atmosphere was only a cursory transgression... it was the fact that a One Sith Imperial Vessel had been taken over and recommissioned without so much as a fire fight. They were Imperials! The ever present conqueror of the Republic and scourging fear of the entire galaxy! The One True to threat to the pitiable existence the rest of the galaxy beyond civilized space had taken a liking to.

To imagine that some hairbrained creature in some sort of alliance with these Corellian rabble rousers on this dead and broken excuse for a planet, could not only face a Boneshatter head on and survive... but to face one, survive, board it, and kill everyone on board. They more than nuisance or a pest, but this Captain was going to be sure to treat them as such!

"Sir they are on a collision course for us, engaging maneuvering thrusters..." A minute later. "Damnit! Reverse maneuvering thrusters! Another ship popped out of hyperspace on the same course as our brainwashed frigate. Orders sir?" The Captian was silent while he thought for a moment.

"Keep up the evasion, we can out run both of them, and we've got the advantage of a full crew. Furthermore, we actually know how to run a proper navy. Fire on their engines when in range, on my order." The stern leadership of their Captain seemed to put them at ease. The ship passed effortlessly around the Boneshatter and Resu freighters... and that's when the CybeResu jumped from the Boneshatter's hangar, and onto the Knave's hull.

Sister like sister, these crewmen were no match for CybeResu brutality. Like watching a repeat, the bridge of the Knave was taken, and the atmosphere was vented. More bodies floated around the two ships like an astral graveyard.

Another ship was taken.

(Post 10; Boneshatter - COMPLETE. Corsair - COMPLETE)

 

[Dredge]

Location: Beneath Coronet City (sewers)
Objective: Bring back an old friend
Allies: [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Enemies: Everyone [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Kytra Odran"] [member="Veino Garn"]

The man simply known as Reginald fell over dead, his life extinguished by Keira in a very satisfying moment of death. At that sight the monster known as Dredge clapped his hands and squeed at the sight of Keira killing the man, like an excited school girl who had received some great news about their favorite band. Dredge raised his glass to Keira in a little mock toast before taking a long drink from it.

"A plus for Keira, did not see that coming from you. The last time we played you were such a little queen about all of it, kudos to you." Dredge said as he clapped his hands together.

"Well I suppose there's no point of playing anymore now is there? Keira will just murder anyone I wheel out next to a newborn baby. So let's just skip to the ending." Dredge sighed and took a bite of his food, chewed, then swallowed promptly.

Walking over to him was a smaller Graug that kneeled down before his lord. He watched patiently and listened as Dredge began to speak to him.

"Release the other two hostages, they won't be needed anymore." Dredge said as he pulled his seat back.

Grabbing a napkin he dabbed a few spots on his helmet then set it down on the table. Looking over to his guests another Graug came into the room giving Veino his recipe for the Rangoon sauce. So now that the sauce business was handled they could proceed with the next part of the evening.

"I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with all of you. Forgive me, I just couldn't help myself. The reason why you're here and enjoying this fantastic last meal is so that my plus one won't be attempting to kill me for using the armor and sword, because if there is one thing he hates more than thieves it's Jedi." Dredge then looked over to a hulking Graug in the room by the name of Grub.

Giving Grub a nod the massive Graug walked over to the ritual circle and stood in the middle grasping the sword.

"FOR DARTH VULCANUS!!!" The Graug shouted as it rammed it's fist into their chest as hard as it could.

With the concussive force stopping it's heart, his body went limp and began to fall. But before hitting the ground, Dredge snapped his fingers and the massive drain life ritual started.

Coronet city began to feel something shift. Sith troopers, Corellia league soldiers, civilians. People began to die, they started to have the very life essence sucked out of them, and Dredge wasn't taking more than what was needed. A few thousand souls would do just fine.

The Graug's limp body began to float in the air as energy swirled around it. Fire erupted in the center of the circle consuming the body and engulfing it in pure crimson light.

"Again, dreadfully sorry about all this."

And then everything went dark.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Dredge"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kytra Odran"] [member="Veino Garn"]

Time seems to slow as the ritual activated, starting to draw the life from those above. The first to die would be those weaker than others, the older beings... the children... and all of this to reinvigorate... This was going to hurt, but this ritual couldn't continue as it was going. Taeli drew on the Light side of the Force, letting it fill her, her hand taking on a white glow as the energy swirled into that hand. The problem with dark side rituals was that they did take time to do their intention, especially a drain life ritual. Dredge was many things, but he didn't have the same sort of... knack for such a large draining ritual as someone like Vitiate or Nihilus would be able to accomplish. He was a monster yes, but not a true practitioner of Sith magics and their arcane secrets. Taeli had been and she knew that if the runes or the focal of the ritual faltered, the ritual would stop.

She unleashed the pure power of the Light sider into the ritual, unleashing a blinding burst of Force Light directly into the heart of the ritual, directly at the sword that had been alchemized into a nexus and focal point of the ritual. Dredge would accomplish his goal of reviving whoever he was trying to bring back, she couldn't mitigate or stop that, but he would not be taking all of Coronet City with him as the runes that had empowered the ritual would be touched by the Force Light as well, burning away. She could feel the strain eating at her consciousness, but she would continue to be a conduit for the Light side, trying to contain and unravel Dredge's ritual. If the others helped, she would be able to contain it better.

Thousands would have died on the surface, but... lives would still be saved.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Kytra Odran"]
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Veino kept his facade deliberately impassive as Dredge explained his terms. it would be a challenge, one of a delicate balance to walk.... Never mind. That was taken care of quicker than anticipated. Keira killed the man right then and there. That brought a rather surprised look to his face. Better game was to play for time until they could organize themselves to strike as a team. But none of that mattered now. The situation was taken care of.

The Graug dropped its corpse onto the circle, and activated the ritual. He could feel it tearing at him-draining away at his life. His arms felt shaky, weak, followed by his legs. Even consciousness seemed to get blurry, but then everything shone. Taeli burned with the Force as pure Light Side energy surged out from her hand, striking at the sword. The power of it nearly dropped him. But then Light surged through his own body, setting his scars and eyes with a silver shine.

He wrapped that Light around his mind, around his spirit, letting the stillness settle across his body. He was at peace and the Light of the Force was a star, a supernova, alight with energy and power. He didn't know how to cast it out, but he could connect with the other Master and share it.

An image appeared in his mind- of the reflection pool within the enclave. It was so deep no probe had ever reached the bottom and no matter what happened, was completely still. Its water was as motionless as the surface of a mirror. He poured the Light and the stillness into that image, making it laden with the Force. Then he opened his mind, connecting with the Jedi Master. He felt the Force Light pull from his own strength now as well, draining him as it flared, but he forced himself back against the chair, bracing himself.

 

[Leos Palle]

[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dredge"]

No.

No, he didn't just do that. They were playing along with him and still he acted out! She knew he couldn't be trusted! But everyone wanted to play along with his game, to stop her from doing anything instead of helping her. The false promise of protecting the lives of children, and now thousands would die. You cannot reason with evil. She knew from experience with herself. The only way to stop it was to fight it, and sometimes that required, necessitated, that some life be sacrificed. She didn't like it. She didn't want to see children, or anyone for that matter, hurt by the monsters that Sith were, but to believe it possible to save everyone was to believe in failure.

So when he enacted the ritual, and the Graug was burned away into darkness, she watched as the others began to channel the lightside into the ritual, attempting to stop it. But the focal point of it was still there, and unless someone did something about that, too many would die. No doubt they would save some with their efforts through the lightside, but they could save more. She knew they could save more, and maybe she could finally kill the darkness inside of her.

Nobody would stop her. They were focused. Only Dredge or Keira could, and why would they? She was probably going to die, anyway.

She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself until she saw nothing but the lightside of the Force flowing in front of her. It was there in tangible form, called forth by Taeli and assisted by Veino. It was present inside of her too, begging to be unleashed. She pushed it throughout her body and walked forward, then started jogging, and before the two Jedi could say anything to stop her, she ran past them, directly towards the sword in the center of the ritual. The same sword that had killed the Graug. She knew it would probably kill her, but she didn't care. If one more person was saved through her efforts then she would accept it. A Jedi lived to serve others, and sometimes the necessary sacrifice was ones self.

Assuming no one stopped her, she would reach out and grab the sword with both hands, and push the lightside through herself, through her hands, into the sword. Hopefully the other two would see the opportunity to use her as a conduit. It could burn the evil out of her, and together they could save more of those above. Never all, but more. She was willing.

A sacrifice, to be real, must cost, must hurt, and must empty ourselves. - Mother Teresa

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

The sword shook violently in [member="Kytra Odran"] 's hands, the lightside of the force flowing through her hands, into the hilt and down the blade of the Sith Sword. Like a mad beast the darkness inside the weapon lashed out at her, clawing at the fibers of being and ripping into the fragile screen of lightside energy that just barely held back her much darker side. The screams of the sacrificed would fill her mind as they were torn from life to feed the monster breaking loose from the chains of death. With one final push, however, Kytra beckoned the lightside forward; smashing though the darkness and shattering its grip on the city.

The darkness receeded. The screams stopped. The sword was still....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLhN_Mr6UpE​

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...Then the shadows began to move. The air was sucked to the center of the room, dragging the shadows along until the Jedi found themselves obscurred in a palpable veil of darkness. The darkness seemed to swallow life itself, their own voices would be stiffled from their lips and no air could be drawn into their lungs. Without warning flames engulfed the back of the room and a wall of shimering air screamed out from the center of the circle, paint from the walls stripped away and the the children in the corner began shrieking; their flesh peeling from their bone as the searing vortex of wind encompassed them. The wall of air would expand out from the room, blowing away the manhole covers on the surface and shattering the windows of buidlings; the burning air howling through the city streets. Those fighing around the city would soon feel the temperature skyrocket to well over 90 degrees, those unlucky enough to be close to the circle without force protection or shields would be boiled alive in their own skin.

In the sewers, the shadows were torn away by the etheral flames that had been conjured, giving [member="Taeli Raaf"] and her Jedi friends a clear view of the fiery veil as a reptillian eye began taking shape in its center. Black flames formed a souless pupil surrounded by tails of fire that lashed out in every direction. The eye looked down at Kytra with a thirst and anger so strong it could be felt oozing down the skin like hot wax. A booming laughter filled the sewers, rippling through the water and echoing off the walls.

Deep as the pits of hell itself and as slimey as the slithering of a serpent, the voice growled to Kytra

"I see you, Jedi"

The flames then lashed out towards the little Jedi, shrouding her in a fiery cage. Even with her weak force senses she would feel the pure darkness that pulsed from the flames. Like a dagger the fire ripped through the force, denying its reality and forcing the dark will of its summoner upon the galaxy. Their was nothing natural about them.

"You will die here, weak little Jedi." The voice boomed once more as volleys of fiery black orbs shot forth from the vortex, aimed to burn alive [member="Keira Ticon"] , [member="Taeli Raaf"] and [member="Veino Garn"]

"Your soul is weak" The voice growled. Kytra would feel dark presence weighing down on her, feelings of anger and hatred collapsing ontop of her as dark tendrils wrapped themselves around her mind. "But your fragile frame will do, for now."

Vulcanus' soul began to encompass the tiny Jedi; the darkside flooding through her veins as he began forcing her very essence from her mortal shell. If she could do nothing, her body would be transformed into a grotesque cage for the Sith's restless spirit; her own essence burned from existence in sacrafice of those living above.

[member="Iron Giant"] [member="Dredge"]

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective (done mind me just liberating another ship)

The massive black shadow of the light destroyer swallowed the two transports as they neared the ships air locks, without proper bays they were readying to dock up with the ship posing as supply ships. The OSS 1232 had signaled it was on a cargo mission and the massive black ship had not challenged this notion but rather took it on face value. As the two transports scurried over the damaged hull it became clear this vessel had seen major action and was worse for ware. With the One Sith losing the war this was not surprising and may within the ship though this desperation was the main reason for the lax security.

The Coronel knew better. One of the few read into the mission he smiled as everything seemed to be going to plan. Soon they would be docked up and ready to greet any who had come to meet them. As he waited he looked over at the young medic who had recently joined the mission.

"How ya doing sweetheart?"

[member="Victoria Treadway"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Victoria Treadway"]

Mara blinked and looked up, thinking Colonel Bantam was talking to her. "Hm? Oh-"

She looked back down at a metal staff that rested across her knees. Crystals glowed blue behind transparisteel panels. This particular artifact, she'd derived from her aunt's prototype, a weapon Rave Merrill had created during her ill-fated defense of Dromund Kaas. But a nonlethal weapon, this was. She ran a thumb along her staff's ridges, focusing on crystalline structures that lay inside. With little effort, this apparatus of assorted Force crystals could cripple enemy soldiers with guilt and sap their fighting spirit. No death, no violence, no reinforcement for her dreams or her post-traumatic stress prescriptions.

An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. And sure, it worked like a Light Side version of a Phobis Device, but a nonlethal weapon was a nonlethal weapon -- wasn't it? More like traditional Jedi battle meditation, really. No harm done. Maybe even great good, if One Sith crewers experienced her staff's effects -- guilt, primarily -- and internalized them. Guilt, she knew, could be a powerful motivator.

(Dark Blade 2/20+)

 

[HK-36]

Gravel and debris softly crunched beneath metal feet as a large cloaked figure softly walked through the outskirts of rebuild Coronet City. The planet was changed, broken, although rebuilt it would never be truly the same. The figure was masked with a heavy veil descending from his helmet, a rifle hanged off of his back along with other weapons on his belt or attached to his chest plate. He was using the chaos of the rebellion to sneak onto the planet and track down some of his past.

He made his way slowly through the streets and alleys, careful to not get into anyone's way, or come upon some ritual or something like that, anything that would require for him to get involved. His armor plates clanked slowly, every now and then he would stop and scan his surroundings, just to make sure he wasn't followed, until finally he came upon what he was looking for.

The being stopped in front of one of the cracks in the planet, scar from the destruction it faced, he stood there for a few minutes, taking the sight in,

"Where the feck is my apartment?!"

Since the machine was re-awakened, Siobhan has failed to mentioned to him the destruction Corellia/Brokellia faced,

"Well. I am sure all those ropos are alright."

He put his hands on his hips before looking to the side, a single wall still stood from the old complex, mailboxes attached to it. Stepping closer to the mail boxes he opened the one with number 47 on it, packed with letters. Taking them out he would start to look through them,

"Bill-bill-bill-they got married, cute."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

There wasn't much of an organized resistance from the One Sith that he was reading. Reports here and there seemed to indicate broken leadership and minimal organization. A ritual had taken out a small chunk of the city, and from where he was seeing it was mostly the slums inhabited by the off-world forces of the One Sith, and so whilst few thousand may have died, the majority were what most in combat would consider acceptable losses. It stung a tiny part of him to think that as he stood in a cat-and-mouse standoff with the leader of this bunch of Sith troopers and Acolytes. But, war hardens a man, and if you weren't prepared for losses, sometimes atrocious ones, you couldn't win. He was sure there was more than Keira there, and that they would do their best. It was all he could do. Or so he told himself.

Slowly, the Sith from earlier stepped from the barricade, a red blade humming in his hand as he stalked towards Julius. Now, in a fight, he was always one to quip and snark. It was just his way, and one of the reasons he and [member="Keira Ticon"] got along so well. But this? He remembered the face before him, if only barely. Senses warped by his time in the Outback brought memories, whether real or alternate, swimming forward at the sight of the burning green eyes. His name with Ryan, and in another age when Julius was still with the Republic... He had helped train the young man in the first steps as a Youngling with a lightsaber. There was a pure hatred in his eyes, and as he advanced, Julius merely stood there, lightsaber in hand. It seemed he was... Waiting...

With that, the Green Jedi ignited his blade without a word and raised it in a lazy salute, assuming a low ready. A face that still, despite the deadly gleam in the eye, held a cocky smirk and a hint of eagerness in his posture. Whilst the Sith stalked, the air growing cold, Julius began humming at first. Low, quiet, and easy, but immediately audible to those on both sides of the line. It was an old ballad, probably older than anyone he had encountered. The lyrics, to him, capture a striking image of the Corellian people. Their tenacity, their fire. And it was a good beat for that slow roll and cocky strut he was using right now. A silver-green blade snap-hissed out from the lightsaber as his eyes locked to his opponents.

"Preni Min Larel.
Preni mia lanto.
Preni mi kie Minmin ne pova pieteshal.
Minmin Sel ne sorlo,
Minmin Bey senmova liver.
Valle Doko ne preni Uhl chielo el mi"

Spoiler

Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don't care,
I'm still free.
You can't take the sky from me.

 

[Victoria Treadway]

[member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

This was all new to her she tended to keep to herself leaving the others to do their work, she had in one hand a medical book and a medpak in the other as she identified each of the items and what it could be used for.

BB had checked on her a few times making sure she wasn't falling back as she moved forward. She suffered through the night sweats, lack of appetite, and became extremely irritable as she fought to regain control of herself, and the ugly clawing craving that whispered one more time won't hurt. Just one.

She groaned and popped another life saver.

She tried smiling, "anything I can help with?"

 

[Iron Giant]

"Iron Giant. Vessel unnamed. Suggestion?" C.O.M.O. chimed while bodies were vented into space out of the smaller Knave.

"Suggestion? What suggestion?" Naming vessels had never been much of a tradition for the Resu... this was new territory for this race. Up until now, the only vessel they had ever known, were the crude interplanetary carriers that had ferried them between Lunar Empires within the Imperial Confederacy. Those were merely glorified rockets with extreme maneuverability. Whenever they were two vessels that needed to be identified, it had been identified by the Captain's name.

"Suggestion: name vessel. Human tradition. Resu comply?" Iron Giant thought on the small droids words a moment, even as the once mightily furious Corsair slowed to a near halt as the CybeResu aboard the bridge maintained control. It had been everything they could do with their dozen or CybeResu in the unnamed Boneshatter. It was a tradition that C.O.M.O. was curious about, on whether or not the Resu would practiced it. A buzz surrounded her speech apparatus, a dull electric hum which was silent in the empty vacuum of the ship.

"Vessel Name: Corellian Giant. New acquisition: Corellian Dwarf. Satisfactory, truth?" It was a simple system. She captured these ships in the Corellian system, and one of them was indeed larger than the other. C.O.M.O. did not seem enthusiastic about the names lack of creativity... but it became apart that the Resu were not attached to their vessels by any means. After all, in order to capture these two vessels, they had already scarified half of their freighters.

"Truth... next course of action?" It was clear, that now with over 400 meters of ship (not including their remaining freighters), they would be targets. They had just pirated two military class vessels, and now lacked any sort of crew which would allow them to fire back or pilot the ship in any meaningful manner. Suddenly, sensors picked up the presence of not one but two Corsairs entering the system. The CybeResu were not aware of it however, being unfamiliar with the communication controls. They were familiar enough with the actual piloting, but understanding what the sensors picked up was entirely different. With Corellia in such a state of disrepair, their supply of even moderate-rate Resu Translators was at a minimum.... and even then, translators couldn't read for them.

Iron Giant would have to rectify that with future cybernetic implants. Though currently, she had a distinct lack of resources now that they had to evacuate the Realm of Resu. They were still searching for a suitable host, and relied on the Underground providing them hydrogen for their water distilleries within their freighters.

"Board freighter, search for vessels. Hyperspace Corellian Giant, Corellian Dwarf out of system." She saw it as a wise move to remove the largest and most vulnerable targets out of her command. As much as they were prizes, they were liabilities until they could be sufficiently crewed. A trophy crew cannot adequately take on full crewed vessels... especially not more than one.

"Wisdom Iron Giant, two enemy vessels approach." Iron Giant utilized the alien gesture of nodding ones head to describe acknowledgment, before leaving the bridge to a Veteran who would pilot his remaining team into hyperspace to a nearby system, a rendezvous point for the Underground Wide operation.

Iron Giant though, once more entered Resu-Class freighter which had docked with the Boneshatter before the ensuing carnage her remotely controlled armor had caused. Inspecting it with her claws, she noted the large scale damage it had accrued across its heavy arm. Unfortunate, but as has been observed, the Resu held little sentiment over objects. It seemed possessions were less of an issue for the Resu as their owners. In this way, the Resu were paragons of virtue, in the sense the had almost no materialistic behavior at all (despite their current mission). It was their dedication and loyalty to those who assisted them, that even made the pursue the madness of starship thievery from the One Sith. It was their drive and power of will as warriors that had made them effective at what they had done. Few organics were willing to kill off so much life at once without remorse or a moral struggle. A blue and orange morality can grant such strength to an alien being like Iron Giant.

The Resu-Class freighter with both Iron Giants exited the Boneshatter just as it jumped for Hyperspace, leaving it alone with only a fellow frieghter, and the two Corsair's.

(Post 11; Boneshatter - COMPLETE. Corsair [x1] - COMPLETE. Corsair [x2] - 1/4)

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective (done mind me just liberating another ship)

The two shuttles came to latch on at an airlock near the ships bridge. As the new medic spoke Cody looked over at her with a rye smile and said, "Yeah don't get killed kid."

With a shutter, the magnetic claps locked onto the cruiser and soon the final docking procedure would be complete.

"Now I want everyone to put your guns on stun, this isn't a hostile boarding. We worked out a deal with the ships captain, he is looking for safe passage and is tired of fighting. So when we board, play it cool, stay frosty and for the love of the force no hostile actions ok?"

[member="Victoria Treadway"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

 

[Keira Priest]

There was a reason Keira tended not to play well with Jedi. She had told both [member="Kytra Odran"] and [member="Veino Garn"] to stand back and let her handle things, and despite the warning and the display made by [member="Dredge"] beforehand that should have been deterrent enough, they had persisted. Had the circumstances been different that obstinance would have perhaps been appreciated, but as it stood they were already in over their head and digging a deeper hole all the while. Sometimes, in order to bring down the greater evil, one had to let things play out to a certain point first. Something none of them would apparently understand, given all that had happened in the span of minutes. Survival rates when dealing with this particular Vong were already astronomically low, and that didn't need any helping along.

It was then [member="Taeli Raaf"] stepped outwards from the shadows and began her own sort of ritual to counteract the one already in place, and that was when things became too much for her. Whereas the Light was a sanctuary for some and a place wherein to retreat when everything became overbearing, for people like her it was something different entirely. Through the years she had become far too friendly with the darkness, its presence reminiscent of an old friend in a certain light. To have such purity in a close proximity stuck pins and needles into the very core of her being, the residual aura seeming to burn into her soul itself, shredding away the fabric of her being.

Recompense came in the form of a darkness unlike any she had ever felt before, one that cut through the veil of light that had previously began to encompass her. It was staggering in the way it leeched through to her center, causing her to forget where she stood as she worked through the overwhelming toxicity that threatened to overcome her, stomach turning. Just as the Jedi had drawn on the light for solace she tentatively did the same with this new presence, allowing a minuscule fraction of its volatility to fuel her own and clear the distractions from her mind, the heady aura of the dark bringing about a newfound clarity impossible to describe to those who hadn't experienced it firsthand themselves.

This was someone she recognized, not through anything in this universe but via word of mouth from an individual in another. According to that single contact this wasn't one to be trifled with, but she had never been the greatest at listening to friendly advice. The fire was something avoided with a few acrobatics, and she allowed her voice to echo through the ethereal in response to this creature, a corruption overtaking it that rarely arose anymore.

I̪̯͈̼̞͢ ͖̬͍̺̲͍̕s̹̫̭̲͔̞e̠̝̯̰͜e͙͍̦͖͡ ҉̟̫̜̥y̛̫o̖͙ụ̷͙̬͈.
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̭̯K͓̝̦͚̩̫̤r̼͈̳̩̞a̟ͅg.


[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Victoria Treadway]

[member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]


Tori looked at the weapon it felt odd to have it, it felt wrong, did she trust herself with it? she looked at Cody and nodded, she didn't think she could shoot anyone anyhow. She put everything down put the medpak keeping it with her, just in case.

don't get hurt anyone ...I don't know if I am ready she thought to herself what would they think if they could hear her thoughts.

 

[Iron Giant]

Let it never be said that the Resu always had the same ideas when it came to a particular situation.

As soon as their prize ships entered hyperspace leaving only the two freighters in the empty void, they shut everything off. Everything. Without the lifesupport on, the food supply voided, and all other electronics stopped (with the exception of CybeResu prosthesis and C.O.M.O.), the entire vessel was dead to all outside observers, save for a single distress beacon. Now, clearly Iron Giant knew nothing about One Sith Imperial Protocol... but she also knew it was illogical to waste energy on a ship with no occupants. While the Resu were very much alive, most modern sensors had a difficult time either getting through their cybernetic enhancements and/or making sense of their exotic biology.

She also knew, that these two Corsair responding to the pirate threat had no idea how the ships were seized. The nature of how they were taken prevented them from sending out any relevant information quick enough. These two poor ships only knew that somehow, a Boneshatter was engaged by four unarmed freighters of unknown class, was stolen, vented of occupants, and sent into Hyperspace... right after Corsair was stolen with not much more information. This wasn't the only case of ship thievery in the system in the past several hours, but it was certainly the strangest. A Boneshatter Frigate was no laughing matter, and the fact it was just... taken, by four unarmed freighters? Caution was definitely advised.

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"Captain... there are so many bodies..." An officer of the bridge remarked at the sheer number of floating corpses left in the wake of the stolen Frigate and Corvette.

"Easy now officer, focus on the craft. You're sure there are no lifeforms on board?" The Captain looked at the officer, who was clearly uneasy about the results his scanner was showing.

"The results show either negative results, or inconclusive. There does seem to be some sort of droid presence, but the power levels are so low its difficult to-"

"We're to assume that they are trying to hide. It is not a wise strategy, considering they are at our mercy. What's their angle?" The Captain rubbed his beard in thought, nearly growling at the sight of the pair of despicable vessels. The neighboring Corsair hailed the Captain, requesting on a course of action. Some officers requested to destroy the vessels, but the Captain chose to belay the orders. The Captain held a lack of details and information on the pirates who had killed so many of their fellow crewmen and stolen their Imperial property.

He saw the bigger picture.

"Circle them, keep you scanners on them. Attempt to hail them. Fire a warning shot along its bow, in 45 seconds. Again, fire a warning shot along its bow, in 45 seconds. If anyone is aboard, we'll be letting them know we are not fooled by their trickery, and that we are willing to talk. Additionally, if we can make them realize their dangerous position, we can make them panic to secure a deal for a fair imprisonment with a possibility of release. We will not honor any such deals, but we will make them believe we will. I want information on this scum, and I want to know where those ships are headed. I won't have so many of our men die for nothing. Understood?" The whole bridge, among both ships, thought the Captain made a good deal of level headed sense rather than succumbing to the gut reactions of his other crew-mates. They applauded him and resisted the urge of turning their warning shots into killing blows.

(Post 12; Boneshatter - COMPLETE. Corsair [x1] - COMPLETE. Corsair [x2] - 2/4)