The Battle for Coruscant- A Little Off the Top

[Santoro]

Spoiler: Big

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.


A Little Off the Top - Full : Full
Mission Objectives: Deploy at the Republic Capital Building. Kill all inside, including the Chancellor.
Expectations: Major Republic resistance from both RMC and the Senate Guard expected. Possible Jedi intervention. Take no prisoners.
Assigned PCs: Cedos Sola (Santoro), Radzkie (Radzkie), Alexander Helbrecht (Mars)
Defender PCs: Siri Firestorm (Darth Malon), Jard Carrick (Joker Act 1), Kiran Chur (CARD), ADIM (Weiss), Chancellor

Note: Please allow the Hutts to enter fully before responding. 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.

 

[Ender]

"Damnit Serena!" Jard roared as the transport darted over Coruscant. He was trying to call her, but there was no answer. He was en route to the Capital Building, he was in charge of the defense. He had been trying to call his ex wife all day, to no avail. The Hutts were coming, and it was soon. Jard glared as he shoved his blue helmet onto his head, while the transport stopped on the roof of the capital building. He was flanekd by two Republic Marines when he exited the transport, and he carried a pulse rifle.

"High Captain!" a Marine Colonel shouted, coming to attention and saluting. The military had hastily given Jard the secondary title of High Captain to clear up confusion between the services. Jard was in charge here, so they needed to show it.

"Yes, Colonel Ochoa?" Jard asked the Twi'lek Marine, returning the salute.

"The defenses are in place, we have the front line backed with gun pits, the secondary position lined with Designated Marksmen, and we have mortars on the roof as ordered. The fall back positions within the capital building are heavily fortified and we have a hard line to the fire support channel. There is no way the Hutts will take the capital, not without a fight."

"Good, make sure the men are ready. My men will be placed within your ranks." Jard informed the Colonel. He turned to face the Twi'lek, his blue lekku glowed in the soft light of the Capital Building. "We cannot lose this battle, Colonel."

"I know sir." The Twi;lek replied, nodding. "My men are ready for war, we will not fall back. We're the Marines, Jard. You of all people should know that."

"Good, but if I detect an inkling of the ideea of the command retreat-"

"Retreat?" the Colonel scoffed. "Retreat? Hell, sir. We just got here."

 

[Praetor]

Kiran stood up and observed all of his weapons. He had a T14 battle rifle, a T-91 repeater, and 5 High Explosive-Dual Purpose grenades. Along with that, he was wearing an ACS armor suit, or the advanced combat suite. He was definitely prepared for the battle to come. Now he had to focus on preparing the rest of his men. Kiran placed the grenades in his belt, the pistol in his holster, and strapped the rifle over his shoulder. With that done, he stepped out from behind the barrier and marched over to his platoon. They were spread out in front the steps of the senate building. They had finished placing durasteel barriers and constructing bunkers (also durasteel) earlier that day and were now waiting for further orders..

"Hey sarge, what took you so long?" That was Corporal Brejjek, a Coruscanti who was one of the few friends Kiran had. Kiran smiled and replied," Oh you know, just makin' sure I can blow away a few of those sleemo hutts." He examined his platoon, forty highly trained, well-equipped Crytek Marines. Kiran loved his job because he was given the opportunity to lead great soldiers and kick some ass. Now his face transformed into one of seriousness. "Gather around men!" He took a deep breath and began his speech. "So sometime today, we'll be facing the entire might of the Hutt army. Our mission is to hold the senate building at all costs. We can hold them off, as long as we think straight and shoot accurately. We can call on artillery and air support if things get crazy. Snipers, your priority targets are light vehicles, heavy infantry, and field commanders. Grenadiers, hit their vehicles and ships with all you've got. Everybody else will focus on their infantry. Return to your posts and make sure you equip yourselves with everything you will need. I'll make sure to update everyone when we receive new orders.

Kiran watched his men march off for a minute, and then he returned to his own position. From behind his cover he looked at the rest of their defenses. They had set up some mobile artillery and anti-aircraft guns behind the lines of barriers. Kiran stood at his post waiting for further orders.

 

[Ender]

Explosions rocked the building as Jard and a squad of Marines fell back into the Capital. The Hutts were now advancing on the Capital building, but were taking heavy losses. The Capital would not be lost, not without a fight that is. Jard helped a wounded Marine through the door way, just as a blaster bolt struck the wall next to him. He flinched, closing the door. "Fall back positions, let's go!" Jard ordered the men around him, who complied immediately. They moved down the halls quickly, and into the main entrance which was locked down tighter than a bank vault. Defensive positons were in place and the doors were reinforced, but it wouldn't be long before the doors were breached. Jard lept behind a gun emplacement, just as the door shook with an explosion. The Hutts were coming.

 

[Mars]

Years from now they'll look back and say "Where were you when Corsucant burned?" and he'll respond "Hunting for the Chancellor whilst the whore cowered in her office."

Drop pods fell upon Coruscant like rain in a forrest. The AA guns and emplacements of the Republic's last defenders stopped some from making it groundside but enough would to get the job done. The roar of weapons fire took over the city and everywhere you looked buildings crumbled or burst into flames as Tusa's wrath was unleashed on the capital. Regular enlisted fought alongside the elite Taung soldiers across the city but a single question would stand out to those who'd fought the Hutts before.

Just where was Darksaber Squadron?

Tusa's black armored messengers of death were suprisingly scarce to this point in the most important battle of his rule. Founded by Nathaniel Morosov years before and taken over by Commander Radzkie after his violent death, DSS was the best of the best and now they would make their arrival.

One of the fifteen hundred drop pods aimed for the Capital Building held a particularly frieghtining individual. The man lay in the pod with his arms crossed over his chest, ironically similar to how vampire's of legend lay in their coffins, rancor-leather trenchcoat on top of lightweight DSS armor. Blue eyes shone a deep red as the dark side inundated the veins of Tusa's newest monster as his pod made contact with a thud.

Out stepped Alexander Helbrecht and so would the slaughter begin. A blast of Destruction shot from his hand, obliterating what was formerly a bunker of heavy machinegunners. Ah, the thrill of battle.....

*Timeskip....*

The last thirty-five minutes was some of the most intense fighting across the planet during that brief timeframe as Tusa's best fought against a combined force of RMC, Senate Guard and the occasional Jedi. Most of them had fallen back by now and only a few stragglers remained. A tug of the Force brought one of the Senate guardsmen towards the Anzati monster, who cut him in twain with his pale-blue bladed lightsaber and laughed as his body hit the floor with a soft thud. Blaster marks showed across the rancor leather trenchcoat but it held up well and nothing had breached through it although a single cut ran alongside Alex's cheek from an errant piece of shrapnel. He bellowed a challenge to all those inside the building as he replinished his deep force reserves.

"Is this all the Republic has? No wonder you've been getting bent over by a slug from the middle of nowhere this whole time! Maybe you're whore of a leader takes some form of perverse pleasure in sacrificing you people by the millions or perhaps she's just got a thing for Grand-daddy Tusa. I'll kill you all if I have to, but first, ask yourself if it's really worth it to die for someone that would sooner blame you for the fall of her precious Republic."

Alex paused for a moment to let his words sink in and top off his reserves of energy. Strike up the band, here we go again.

"You've not surrendered yet, now you'll die."

A series of explosive charges blew the doors to hell and the remnants of DSS rushed in, only ten of the commandos making it in before Alex, who looked for his first target. Ah, the fool in the blue armor behind the gun placement should do nicely. The Force balled itself up in Alex's hand as he prepared to unleash hell on the enemy well before he entered and just as he did so he found his first target. Captain of the Guard judging by his outfit. An orange and black swirling bolt of Destruction shot from his hand and arched towards the gun placement many times faster than any blaster shot. If the man did not jump immediatly he'd be atomized and if he did, he'd escape with minor shrapnel wounds and the enemy's strongest hunting for him.

 

[Ender]

AS the door shattered with an explosion, Jard cried out an order "Hold your ground! Don't give an inch!" and as he finished an orange ball of destruiction streaked towards him. By instinct, Jard lept from his current position to the left, as he hit the ground he performed a combat roll and amde a quick recovery. But shrapnel had hit him, on his right side, nothing too deep, or so said his HUD. Jard turned and found his attacker, a dual lightsaber weirlding muscular man wearing a rancor trenchcoat. For looks, ha! Amature. Jard thought, then he remembered what he was wearing. The Blue, Silver, Red and Gold of the Republic.

Jard turned, raising his blaster rifle and fired a three pulse burst at his attacker. The shots arced from foot to head, and Jard quickly rolled to the left. Assuming his attacker was a force user, Jard figured he needed to keep on the move.

 

[Praetor]

"FALL BACK TO THE CAPITAL!"

Kiran yelled into his com link, despite the fact they could hear him even with his inside voice. They began sprinting backwards while firing off shots at the Hutt warriors. Kiran tried to make sure they didn't all die in the process by ordering the snipers and machine-gunners to lay down covering fire. Despite the effort, several of the marines fell during the retreat. Fortunately the distance to the capital doors was not that great. Once he was inside Kiran checked his HUD for ammo levels.
He was ready for some close quarters combat.

10 minutes later...

From a safe distance away, Kiran cursed as the doors blew open with a loud bang and a surge of flames. Through it came dozens of the infamous Dark Saber Squadron along with another being he had never seen. No matter how frightening this man was, Kiran didn't care. It was just another foe to take down. "Open fire!" He dropped his rifle and pulled out a shotgun from his rear carrying case. Kiran fired two rounds at the Hutt infested doorway, wounding one soldier. Lasers and bullets were flying around like insects in the area. This did not stop Kiran from standing up from his crouched position and quickly firing off three shots at the dark force user. Kiran threw himself behind a pillar as he loaded some more rounds into his shotgun.