The Battle For Coruscant - From The Woodwork

Historical Information: Located at the iconic coordinates (0,0,0), Coruscant is the political, social, economic, and militant capital of the Republic and the galaxy at large. Home to over 1,000,000,000,000 permanent residents and countless additional travelers from every corner of the known universe, it is very commonly said “he who owns Coruscant owns the galaxy”. For too long the Republic has ruled the galaxy- it is time for the Empire to take what is theirs.

Situation: Realizing the war he had committed his Empire to could drag on for decades (and nowhere near ready to wait so long for his prize), Emperor Tusa Ujalli Hai captured Yag’Dhul late in the First Hutt War. While tactically important in the scheme of hyperspace routes, the devious Hutt had another plan- using the natural mathematic inclination of the Givin, he would develop an extragalactic hyperspace route out of the galactic disk near Yag’Dhul and emerge back into the galactic disk in the deep core. From there, his armies would navigate in a surprise raid on the capital. The effort took five years and billions of credits, resulting in a short-lived route that would soon be eliminated by a black hole. The Emperor had to move fast- all of his best fleets began pooling around Yag’Dhul. Soon, the Emperor could claim his throne.




From the Woodwork… - Full : Full
Mission Objectives: Deploy in the vicinity of the Jedi Temple and proceed to the lower levels. Move under the Temple and work up to catch the Jedi off guard. All Jedi present must be killed- use of ysalamiri and vornskrs is mandatory. The Temple must be destroyed, and all Jedi artifacts in Hutt custody.
Expectations: Major Jedi resistance. Take no prisoners.
Assigned PCs: Kavel A'den (Horizon), Haveti (Vanity), Ayda (Jiang), CDR-382 (Phil)
Defender PCs: Valena Cross(Sreeya), Rom, Garuga, Reversed_GABA


Note: Please allow the Hutts to enter fully before responding (even with temple defenses). Afterwards, we'll establish a posting order. This is an attempt at NO BITCHING- we'll have OOC threads for clarifications, but I don't want arguing.

((Sreeya or Santaro, please correct me or call me out if this post is unacceptable and I'll correct it as soon as I see it.))


Years. Decades. He didn't know when the last time he actually stepped foot on Coruscant, if ever in his life. Now though it did not matter, only that when he did set foot on it, Jedi and Soldiers would die. Former Alsakan Colonel now Hutt General CDR-382 had made all the preparations for this mission, and those under his command were to be just as prepared. They were fighting Jedi, and anyone not capable of standing against them would fall. CDR was not just doing this for the Hutts though, he was doing this because the Jedi and everything they stood for disgusted the cyborg. Preserving life, upholding peace, valuing all life, those were the things that just made him want to butcher them as if they were wild dogs.

Walking with his group inside the temple wearing his battle scarred crimson hutt alsakan armor, shield charged and one of those force negating lizards secured in one of his compartments, his weapons he carried were all designed for killing the Jedi, from his simple side arm, blaster assault rifle, to the dangerous plasma rifle and his curved alsakan blade that could stand against a lightsaber. There would be no more peace, he and his men would show the Jedi the true nature of the galaxy. To CDR-382, he would show them the Dark Side.

As he progressed to a large door that would take him and his troops to the Jedi, CDR decided to talk to his troops in preparation for the mission, for it would either be one to remember... or their last.

"The Jedi, what is to be said about them? They are an Order that should not have lasted as long as it has. Their beliefs, their very existence is a perversion to this galaxy, and I expect lightsabers taken from their corpses of each Jedi you kill. No survivors, all Jedi must die, right down to the youngest of children they have. Perhaps some of you will succeed, and perhaps some will fall and die. Today, we see the fall of the Jedi on Coruscant, and it will only serve as the beginning. Let them watch as we send them and their temple to a hell worse then the one that spawned Malgarr the Hutt."

His orders were clear, no Jedi regardless of age were to be spared. Kicking the door open, he gave the order for his men to move up. He took out his plasma rifle from his back, priming it as he proceeded forward with them. No one was to be spared, people were going to die today on both sides, and CDR would not shy away from any of it. So long as me made sure he spread as much death to the Jedi as he could possibly.

((OOC: Sreeya asked me to post as if I was already in the Temple; this is because she and I plan to duel each other. The last thing this thread needs is to become a battle between NPCs. Let the PCs duke it out with each other and let those duels steer the rest of the battle.

Sreeya wanted to fight with blades, so I brought an ysalamir to keep other Jedi from interfering, but if she wants me to get rid of it I don't mind.))

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Flashback

Haveti stood on the enclosed balcony of his new apartment, nestled deep within the ferrocrete heart of Coronet City. He didn't know what strings had been pulled to get him there, and truth be told he didn't care. He was content to ride out the last of his days smoking deathsticks and watching his organs go one by one, because that's the only way his story could end if not in violence. They didn't make berserkers like him to last long: they built them to carry Hell on their shoulders and so that by the time their bodies finally did give out they'd seen enough blood to stain Heaven red.

The room was hazy with fumes from the businessman's pipe. He drummed slender, pale fingers on the tabletop, spectacles propped up on his nose, eyelids squeezed half shut as if he still caught partially in an early morning dream.

"We're deeply apologetic for asking this of you, Mister... Haveti..." the man said, tone bitingly sarcastic. "Rest assured, if you agree to return to the service for this last assignment, we will ensure you stay comfortable for the rest of your life. You will be, for lack of a better term, free. At the very least consider it."

And consider it Haveti did. He pondered it for a long, hard moment, the seconds ticking away slavishly as he contemplated all the things he would probably be giving up. After all, the Hutts wouldn't offer him this chance if they expected him to live through it. A direct assault on the Jedi Temple? Since when had Tusa had the balls to slither out of his own emperor-sized bed, much less grab the Republic directly by the jockstrap and send his armies marching down the streets of Coruscant itself?!

So he weighed his options. One, he could throw his life away in the halls of the enemy he had been created to kill, dying with glory, honor, and having let enough blood to fill a dozen jacuzzis in Hell or wherever else he ended up... or die cold and alone in a few years' time, watching the skycars go by, listening to the living music of the sentient detritus that wandered Coronet City, unable to even stand under his own power all because of the sadistic scientists that had made him into what he was.

All in all, it took him about four seconds to come to a decision.

"**** that, my four-eyed friend. Freedom is not having to say you're sorry. I'll go, and I'll die, and it'll be because there ain't a goddamn battery in this galaxy that can power my high-octane bad ass long enough for me to kill every Jedi on kriffing Coruscant."

The businessman took a moment to mull over what he had just heard. Then his lips contorted into a thin, seedy smile, and with a voice that had sentenced a thousand good men to death, he said, "Very well. I'll make arrangements for you."

*~*

Present

The Jedi Temple was peaceful, for a place about to be stormed by hundreds of eager psychopaths with their thumb already on the trigger. In fact, it was too peaceful.

Haveti had managed to infiltrate the place with a carefully assembled strike team, but except for a few meddling kids who now lay dead or dying in pools of their liquefied bowels and whatever had been moving through them, they'd encountered no resistance. Haveti's sword hadn't even tasted flesh despite the fact that he was currently on a planet with a trillion inhabitants that screamed, bled and died just like he did (possibly. The idea of Haveti screaming was a yet untested theory posed by scientists who had ceased breathing before their study could return any conclusive results).

He thought about it as they made their way down yet another empty corridor, this one opening up into a large chamber that ostensibly had been used by the Padawans for sparring. A handful of lightweight blades made to mimic lightsabers lined the walls, and the center of the room was sunken by about a foot to create a small square arena that Haveti estimated to be around forty feet at each side.

"Bitches stay back, Haveti smell a trap, or else these Jedi took a nap and that would be a very bad rap." The ten soldiers accompanying him saluted with their rifles and took to the walls. The technosamurai took a careful step forward, monomolecular armor plates glistening like fish scales in the fluorescent lighting of the training room. It cast his skin in an even more deathly pallor, highlighting the contrast between his white flesh and the black visor covering his eyes.

The ysalamir waited behind him in the hallway, guarded by two of his soldiers.

"There wouldn't be any Jedi skulking around here, would there?" Haveti called to no one in particular. "I'm about to go down on someone like the fist of god and my platoon is severely lacking in the way of female companionship."

Killing Jedi.

That'd been the last thing Ayda had planned on doing with her life, but here she was, following a gaggle of Hutt troops into the Jedi Temple. Maybe it was her last fight with Jiang that had prompted her to go back to the Hutts, or maybe it was the murder of her daughter. Maybe she was finally going insane from all the cybernetic crap CARD had stuffed into her when she was younger. Maybe she'd just given up. Maybe this was her way of trying to end the madness her life had put her through. She didn't know, and she didn't particularly care, either.

The feline's finger hovered over the trigger of her AICW20K - a compact, high-powered particle rifle she'd had custom built for her. She'd discarded her helmet, and instead wore shooting glasses that projected a HUD across the blue-tinted lenses, allowing her to see her weapon's targeting indicator and ammunition level. Her semi-powered armor moved with her like a second skin, allowing the feline to silently advance just behind the rest of the team. She'd volunteered to take the rear of the formation, with the understanding that she'd protect the Ysalamir in the event of an ambush, but if they encountered a traditional defensive line, she'd move to the front and fight with Haveti and his Heroes.

As Haveti called out for any Jedi in the area to come and get a piece of the action, Ayda stood just behind the random soldiers and their little lizard plaything, her tail swishing behind her and her ears perked. A shotgun laid in a scabbard on her back, while her ultrachrome sword, Serenity, rested in its sheath alongside the shotgun scabbard. She was ready for a fight; between her skill, her cybernetics, and the force-neutralizing lizard thing, she figured that she'd have an excellent chance of ruining the day of whoever came their way.

OoC: Sorry Jakey, I'mma deal with Jiang and then come back to you! <3<3

Val winced as she hit that invisible barrier that meant there were ysalamiri in the area. She could have been out of range, but the nearest enemy was just on the edge of the Force cancelling bubble. She drew her lightsaber, though she knew it was more risky to use it now. However, with her strengths lying almost entirely in saber and sword combat, she knew how to wield the weapon without much trouble. She had been a master of the blade for over two decades. Val knew this was the beginning of the end. The Hutts had won and the Republic and Jedi were all going to fall. However, she had determination flickering in her sapphire orbs, determination and the drive to make this last stand. She fully believed that she would die this day. Her husband was off in another battle, no doubt facing powerful Bogan. Her children were safe with her father, and she had told him to run away with them and take them far into hiding. An aching pain gripped her as she realized she hadn't exactly said goodbye to her family. The short notice of battle meant she hastily gave her children away and didn't even manage to spot Huang at all.

So it came to this. Val took a deep breath, hearing the breach above the temple. She heard a man call out to the Jedi, cocky and completely at peace. Val hated him for his nonchalance. He was on the winning side. He had no reason to worry, probably no family to think about. No, Hutts seemed oddly vested in their roles, leaving behind everything else to fight. This was how they thrived and this was what they loved. Val wanted nothing more than to see her children again. She knew her choices were biting her in the ass now that she was facing her inevitable demise in the face. She had to hold back tears. No, she couldn't let them think she was weak.

She slowly crept up towards the group, on the opposite end from the man that had called out to the Jedi. Before her was a tall figure. She could vaguely sense the aura before she stepped into that Force cancelling bubble. Val knew it was useless to fight inside the bubble, and the fact that the figure was so dangerously close to the edge..

She watched the others move forward and venture deeper into the temple. Val hung back till the last Hutt was the only one left before she backed out of the Force cancelling bubble. Using the Force, she lifted a heavy, medium sized statue. She sent the object hurtling at the figure's back. She knew it wouldn't do much damage, but it would definitely get his attention..she assumed it was a him, anyway. As soon as she launched the statue, she turned and dashed in the other direction, ducking into a hallway. She hoped to lure the soldier away from the ysalamiri and engage her in battle.

Racing through the halls of the Temple, the klaxon of alarms ringing in his ears, Raynor Cree couldnt help but thank the stars that he had been on guard duty that night, patrolling the lower and Creche levels for intruders and wayward initiates. He was already wearing his leather metal mesh studded armor and vambrace beneath his tunic while the matching kama stood out over the pants and he had his trusty lightsaber and blaster pistol holstered at his side. Sliding into the CARD armory, Raynor brushed aside the frazzled protocol droid demanding that he fill out a requisition form and began to pick through the crates of explosives lining the wall.

Clipping three ion grenades and two thermal detonators to a bandolier along with a flash bang and a concussion grenade, the obsidian scale Barabel Knight reached out with the Force, centering his mind and channeling his innate aggression into a powerful focus free of hate. Cnile had taught him well, his greatest weakness and failure had been turned into an asset, and the soothing warmth of the Force filled his senses before directing him back down the corridor towards the Creche and the Padawan training rooms. Putting on a burst of Force assisted speed, Raynor swiftly moved around the line of Creche Masters and initiates making their retreat away from the sound of battle towards the hanger designated for their escape.

Skidding to a stop in the center of the Ataru training room that acted as a Nexus leading deeper into the Temple, Raynor gathered the Force into his legs and the palms of his clawwed hands before springing up into the air, taking advantage of the rafters and floating platforms to give himself a vantage point over anyone entering the room. Here is where he would initiate an ambush. He knew that today could very well be the day he died, but the Barabel pushed his fear aside and began to prepare, knowing that with his sacrifice, the younglings might beable to escape and the Order could live on. Throwing himself down flat as the doors burst open, the reptilian knight ran a critical eye over the Hutt soldiers. They were more numerous than he had expected, but the approaching beacons of light representing other Jedi gave him hope.

Laying down flat on the highest platform of the Ataru training room, Raynor's shoulders shook in silent sissing laughter at the audacity of the invaders entering the room. Resting in front of him were two ion grenades and a mini-thermal detonator. Reaching out with the Force, Raynor felt out for the dead space that signified the presence of ysalamiri in the room. Preparing his blaster pistol, Raynor let out a breath slowly before lifting the grenades into a gentle telekinetic cradle and depressed the buttons before sending them sailing down towards the cybernetic who had led the men in and the forces by the door, hoping that the ion would slow down the cybertron and kill the nutritrees keeping the delicate creatures alive and the thermal detonator may take out some of the support troops along the walls as well as the cocky invader.

Jumping up to his feet the obsidian scaled barabel spun into action, taking carefully aimed shots at the Force distorting creatures, one shot speeding for the cybertron and two others angled for the ysalamiri in the corridor. Shrugging off his cloak and throwing it down towards the invaders, Raynor holstered his pistol and activated his lightsaber with a dull snap-hiss, the silver blade burning intensely in defiance of the invader's assault. Grinning widely, his long poisoned barb tipped tail flicking out like a whip in anticipation, Raynor raised his middle claw at the invaders before beckoning with his blade in a clear challenge. Yelling to be heard over the chaos from the exploded grenades as the hunt-glee and the Force melded and began to envelope his body in a warm and soothing embrace. "This one welcomez you to the Jedi Temple, cowardz! Who iz first?"

The alarms have longed but silence. The emergency lighting barely light the inner windowless halls of the temple. The Knight could see very clearly where she was going. She didn't need stupid fancy equipment of soliders, all she need were her two lightsabers and the Force, but she didn't think it would have been a bad idea to wear her armorweave cloak and bring along her pistol. The knight kept to the shadows, the soft taps of her boots only sounding when she moved pausing, she listened carefully through the Force, people were coming.

She continued to push forward she would eventually meet them sooner better than later. Rehni's stomach was turning, unpredictability made her nervous. She paused taking a deep breath, using the Force to calm herself, muscles relaxing keeping her blade hilt in her hand. The Knight relaxed in the Force, it took her mind and body. Rehni Tak'n was more than ready. She could hear ahead, faint voices, shouting most likely...she listened more carefully, a taunt. Rehni thought it was obviously ballsy to even have a full assault on the temple, but they must have been pretty full of themselves to even add statements like that.

The Knight slink around the corner, her touch with the Force was beginning to blur, and to what her suspicious were, the golden lizard sat on the floor with a group of soldiers.

"No's pets allowed." she cried out referring to the ysalamir, engaging the Hutt attack party. She pulled out her pistol and aimed at the lizard, firing.