Ask Event A Joining of Minds

Amira Din

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A shuttle. That was the best new she'd heard all day ( @The Good Doctor ).

The Tiefling's apprehension about reaching out to touch the mind of Governor Omah came back to bite her when the Governor's guards trained their rifles on she and the Grandmaster in sudden unison. Fortunately for the former, the majority of them were aimed directly at the Grandmaster, aptly perceived as the greater threat between the two of them.

With a sweeping motion, the guards closest to Amira would be flung toward the broken windows that lined the rotunda, where they would hopefully plummet to their deaths as she made a break for it alongside Arcturus. He was her only ally here today, and her ticket out of this monster's cradle. The Hutt was offering a taxi service aboard his sled, but Amira would sooner die between the pinchers of these creatures than snuggle up beside that sleazy slug. Nothing was ever free where a Hutt was concerned, and there was no doubt in her mind that he would want to play paddy fingers before it was all said and done.

Rather than jump aboard the sled, both the Senators of Gannaria and Indupar sprung onto the Wookiee's back like they were children playing a game of leapfrog. Even amidst all of the chaos and the fight for their lives, Amira had to pull her portable phone out and snap a picture of the comical scene, but before it could be slipped back into the pocket of her pantsuit for safekeeping, the Governor of Ryloth bumped into her, and the electronic device tumbled to the floor.

"Watch where you're going!" she said, voice stilted. There was a retching sound, and then someone in the crowd threw up all over the floor—and all over her phone. "What the kriff?" These politicians were more uncivilized than a group of pigs wallowing in the mire.

Meanwhile, the Wookiee Senator was busy swapping testosterone with the creature at the bottom of the flight of stairs. If the latter even had any. It didn't even look organic, especially when compared to the four smaller creatures alongside it. The senile old fool was trying to distract it, but he'd only drawn its attention and its fury toward the rest of the group. The Neimoidian's strategy wasn't any better, waving at it as one might shoo away a stray dog. Whatever this was, it was no stray dog.

At this rate, they were all going to end up dead. "Out of my way," the Champion sighed, cursing under her breath as she pushed her way through the crowd and toward the front, intent on exploiting the creature's confusion as a Wookiee roared at it, and a Twi'lek tossed her heels at it. Both hands outstretched, a clear, shimmering energy field would envelope the creature in an attempt to hold it in place long enough for the group to make it down the remaining flight of stairs. The creature was large, and undoubtedly strong, so Amira would not be able to do anything about the other four monsters, standing nearby with bladed staffs in hand, but she trusted that her companions would be able to handle them.


 

Crux

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When Crux heard that Nor’baal was going to a peace summit on Ruusan, he’d thought that the Hutt was joking. The Hutt Clans weren’t the ones in the war, and never would have imagined that his very, very busy boss would waste his time at a meeting like this one, especially with a lack of security at his side. Despite all his misgivings, he stood ready with the Desilijic Keueka-ou Uemoy just a short hyperspace jump away, ready to assist in case something went awry.

And… of course it did. A report came in about the fleet being unable to contact Nor’baal’s entourage on Ruusan, and as soon as he heard it he knew something was up. Fortunately, he’d already ordered the coordinates inputted and the ships were all ready. Or so he thought.

“Make the jump to Ruusan.” Getting out of his seat in the bridge, the helmeted bounty hunter looked in the direction of the captain of The Despoiler.

“But sir, the calculations aren’t done!” Crux suddenly felt the urge to throw the man out the airlock. You fool! Nor’baal will have our heads if we don’t get there in time! However, he forced himself to keep his cool, at least for now. He already had enough on his hands, and to have to answer for a dead captain wasn’t something he was willing to do at the moment.

“You have one minute.” Crux’s voice was flat, though he made sure to lower his hand down to his hip where his hand blaster hung. The captain scurried off and shouted a few orders to his crew. Soon enough, the fleet had jumped into hyperspace, and when they dropped out of it, Crux stopped to assess the situation.

They were slightly behind the four other fleets already here, three of which he recognized as from the ISC, Sith, and FWA. Assuming they kept their word for this peace deal, the three factions wouldn’t be a threat. The last, however, he was curious about. The First Order and the Galactic Empire had been put out of power a long time ago, so who could it possibly be? However, as TIE fighters began to swarm out of the ships like insects, he had a feeling that whoever was in charge of this fleet wasn’t friendly.

“Send the shuttles and a squadron of starfighters down to get Lord Nor’baal out of there,” he ordered the captain before pressing the button to broadcast his voice across the entire fleet. “Stay in defensive positions, but send out as many starfighters as you can spare to help the others.” They were the smallest fleet here, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t pack a punch. “Do not engage until fired upon.” Perhaps that would allow them to avoid some of the fighting, though he doubted it. As for reaching Nor’baal on the surface, they would have to work with the other fleets to get through the defenses.

 

Arcturus Alkaios

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Carnage, destruction, dead bodies laying around, How things can change so quickly... It was obvious the politicians from the ISC and Free Worlds don't have the stomach for this, despite how good statesmen some of them maybe. At least the walking carpet has some courage, although challenging is most likely a bad idea. Arcturus' no-nonsense expression didn't change when the alien governor tried throwing a newspaper as if it was a ball as if it would play fetch. Arcturus would sigh. As tempting as it is to just use the force to enhance his speed to get out of here, even leaving the others behind, there is more value of ensuring that the group stays alive and it seems his tiefling friend has the same idea.

Arcturus would smirk, now that he thinks about it, Arcturus hasn't been tested like this in a decent while. After having been gathering the Dark Side and having it coursing through him, Arcturus sees an opportunity, he would extend both his hands and lash out with the Force, a powerful and well-prepared push that would attempt to send the larger tainted one flying into the smaller blade-staff wielding ones, aiming to knock them down. With Amira using stasis on the tainted one, it should be held in place so Arcturus could knock it over without resistance.

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Darth Tiamat

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Her gaze remained locked on the battle unfolding in the distance, questions rising as the radar and sensors picked up several more ships entering Ruusan space. It wasn't just ISC here, now FWA, and...

"It looks like Hutt fighters, ma'am..." her technician was just as puzzled, but turned back to his work as he left Tiamat to figure out what to do with this information. By now, the Rusaan fleet had been engaged, not hesitating to open fire on what was supposed to be some diplomatic conference. It left Tiamat questioning as to what was happening on the surface; as far as she knew Ruusan wasn't a liability. Was it an AMS outbreak? It would certainly explain the arrival of all the major government cruisers. Her senses made her uneasy, a sinking feeling that she should be cautious.

"Ready the ion cannons." Tiamat ordered as the cruiser focused the fire power on the Ruusan star destroyer. "Anything from the surface?" she asked, watching as their fighters chasing enemy squadrons away from the vessel.

"No ma'am, communications are still jammed, an extraction team has been dispatched, they should be reaching the surface to get the Governor and Champion Din."

"Be cautious, I don't know what is happening down there, but we don't need it here." she ordered, "Fire the ion cannons." she ordered as she shared her gaze between the battle projector and the viewport windows of the bridge. They still had the threat of the defense fleet, hopefully their diplomats have enough sense to get out quickly.



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Victoria

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Victoria lasted a handful of steps before their combined weight stumbled their hero, causing her to abruptly fall off and land on the floor unceremoniously with a thud. The jolt of pain temporarily replaced the immense fear she was experiencing and gave her a second to calm down and collect her dignity back after the previous embarrassing stunt she just pulled.

At least that have worked until a green spray of some weird goop splashed her in the face and the terrifying lifeless head of a recently de-sledded Killik slid past her in a slow holovid-esque, dramatic fashion, complete with tongue poking out and slobbering on the floor as it did. The startling sight kick-started the terror, returning Victoria to a state of panic. The Senator reacted by jumping back and up to her feet screaming, stumbling into a run for the opening ahead of them.

At this point, as far as she was concerned, it was a track meet race back to the tram - and she wasn't losing this one.
 

Altair Din

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Altair knew his sister was at this summit and he was the first to volunteer for a ground extraction. He didn’t know what the hell a kilik was, but he knew he would punch as many of those shits to bits as it took to get his family out. While Tiamat handled the fleet, he hopped on a shuttle to descend into the meeting area with a few other Sith and Imperials. He was adorned in his armor that was now easily recognizable thanks to his multiple invasion exploits. Altair knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill any Alliance member or other mook that got in his way for any reason.

The tiefling could hear the chaos even before he charged into the area. The Force pooling to his extremities, he practically skidded into the room. His visor landed immediately on the looming form of the giant kilik that was being held by the Force by none other than his sister (@llamallove ). A side glance revealed a group of panicked Senators. He spotted Celeste (@LadyRen ) among them, his cold visor lingering in her direction just for a moment longer before his head snapped back to attention.

Without hesitation, Altair closed the distance between himself and the bug, springing up from behind it to plant a foot on its back to get closer to its head while Amira bound it with the Force. Altair used the forward momentum to come in swinging with a powerful, Force charged punch to the back of the head with his Matukai gauntlet. However, it followed up with a cross with his left fist as well for a double whammy in rapid succession.

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Livi Cross

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“Alpha team prepared to engage,” Livi commed back to the fleet - or attempted to. It was all spotty. She and several other ISC soldiers were on a shuttle that descended to the summit. She had dealt with AMS and a bunch of other weird shit, but this would probably take the cake. People kept calling it ‘bugs’, but why was it such a galactic event then? She had never seen the ISC President rattled like this before and that alone was enough for her to think this was some serious crisis.

The ISC team rushed in after what looked like Imperials. It was strange fighting alongside them, but there was a first time for everything. Livi was adorned in ISC combat gear and had her heavy blaster out to engage. She was flanked by fifteen other soldiers and they rushed in. Livi barged into the room in time to see some horned Sith boy practically leap up and run along a Killik’s back. The fuck? These Force users were always dramatic as all hell. She shook her head and aimed her blaster, firing two bolts at the beast's legs after the demon dude his thing.

Livi then glanced over at the group of Senators where she spotted Galek and Lon at once. She rushed towards them, a group of soldiers circling them to help extract them, “Where is Senator Kayali?!” She barked at Galek. Was that vomit on his shoes? Fucking typical.

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Alexandria Voran

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The chaos in the room only grew. The Force churning with the emotions of hundreds. Fear, panic, determination, pain, and death flooded the mind…worse…that flood extended far beyond the chamber. Alex could feel it across the planet and beyond. A war none of them had expected. Resting over all of it was that impossible weight. The connection of the hivemind pressing down on her senses. It could be enough to overwhelm even the most seasoned Jedi. She shut away the overwhelming emotion pounding on her mind. There was work to be done. Slowly, Aezz and Alex moved the congregation of panicked representatives forward. These were politicians and diplomats...not killers. The skills you honed on the Senate floor rarely translated to surviving sudden death. Worse, she had lost sight of the Supreme Chancellor.

The group followed the path of destruction left behind by Nor’baal. Fucking Hutts. The combined efforts of Aezz and Alex pushing away any stragglers. A wave of relief swept through her as they finally exited the chamber. They were hardly safe but trying to fight in that mess would have made keeping the Representatives safe impossible. Of course, she paid for that relief. Pure rage and hate burst from the stairs. A gnawing hunger ripping in Force. The creature was ostensibly Killik but changed in a way she did not understand. Aezz tossed her his staff while he roared at the creature.

The moment it touched her hands the Force flowed from her. A river of Light moving from her hands to the staff. She could feel the weapon responding as the Force worked. Aezz screamed at the creature. Alex frowned. He was brave but she was a big girl. The Force sprung to life around her as the Sith and Celeste began to work against the creatures. A third armored Sith flashing in from the side. Her mind spun with a thousand possibilities. They needed to get away from the Killik to disembark. There would be no safe landings here. “The tram.” Her voice cut sharply over the noise. As she spoke, she lashed out with the Force. Her hands worked quickly, wrapping around the legs of the large raged filled monster. It was unnatural. It could not survive. The Force went yanking it two separate directions, seeking to split the creature in half. The winds continued to whip around her, shoving the smaller skittering creatures away. Alex’s body complained. Even she had her limits...but what good would it do to rest if they all died.

She raised her voice again. “It’s the fastest way out of here.” Eyeing the armored man, she lifted an eyebrow. Alex would never trust those taken by the Darkness....but...again…what good would it do to mistrust the Sith if they all died. She shook her head. Stupid girl. “Odds you’ve got a spare saber? Giant wooden clubs aren’t really my weapon of choice.” One thing was certain. They needed to go.

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Soleil Altan

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Soleil was casually fond of some of the Sith extraction team's rescue targets. Combined with the call of the unknown and a certain eager fighting spark that'd been in him since Korriban, he'd been just as quick to volunteer. Sol's armor was far less recognizable than Altair's as he ran full tilt behind the Tiefling Champion, but there was no mistaking them for anything other than Sith. If there was probably one thing the two could agree on, it was getting their people the fuck out of here.

His eyes swept over the scene as they slid into the room, seeing Amira and Arcturus combatting what must be Killiks. They had a secondary objective to bring back a Killik's corpse if they could do so conveniently. With Altair front-lining, that felt much more feasible than alone even if it was at the bottom of their list of concerns. That big one positively stank of rage and an endless hunger, looking more like a walking weapon than anything else. Eugh.

Sol snap-hissed his lightsaber to life in his left hand, held in a one-handed guard close to his body as he leapt over a railing. 'Amira, governor!' he projected to them while tossing Zoella's lightsaber in Amira's direction so she could catch it. She seemed the split-second choice for it, mostly since she was more in the front than Arcturus.

Naturally, Altair fucking leapt right onto the big one to introduce the various senators to a new kind of floor paint in Killik Brain Black. Soleil expected nothing less from Raging Bull and immediately bounded in behind him. He inhaled deeply, skirting around the Grandmaster's swirling wind and whatever else to get in range. Exhaling, Sol stretching out his hand and unleashing a forked bolt of lightning at two of the smaller Killik from their flank while quickly moving in to engage the hostile bugs directly.



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Galek Ordalos

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Reality struck Galek like a freighter, and it took a conscious effort on the Induparan’s part to keep from emptying the contents of his stomach onto the paving stones below. Horror flashed across his face as they made their way through the carnage - hazel eyes fixed onto the back of Aezz’s furry back to desperately avoid looking at the gory mess or the faces of death Senators all around him.

For all of the work the Induparan had gone with leading ISCRA from a distance, nothing had prepared him for the actual blood and carnage all around him.

Galek’s mind was immediately snapped back to reality upon the sound of retching just off to his left. The Induparan glanced down, just in time to watch the Neimodian upchuck across the front of his Sherwani and custom-tailored shoes. He felt the chunks of vomit that slipped between his shoes and squeezed around his toes, and the putrid scent struck him all at once. Nausea washed over the Induparan, and within a few moments he promptly lurched forward - emptying the contents of his stomach directly onto Aezz’s lower back and fur-pants that would mat in his fur and add to the vomit in the little group-hug.

To make matters worse, Galek scrambled upon hearing the Wookiee roar - half convinced it was rage after being puked on, only to peek around and realize he was attempting to draw the creatures attention. While he didn’t take off running like Lon, the Induparan instinctively squirmed at the prospect of getting closer to that monster - squirming that caused his shoe to slide across the puddle of Lon vomit. With a yelp, the Induparan fell forward through the puddle of vomit - stumbling to the ground behind Aezz. His eyes snapped across the room as he laid there - watching as Lon booked it across the room and Ryssa proceeded to tumble down the stairs. In a single moment, Galek promptly wrote the twi’lek off as dead and scrambled back to his feet.

Just in time to see a familiar face burst into the Dome - accompanied by several other defenders from other factions. At no other point in Galek’s natural lifetime was he so happy to see Livi enter the room - familiarity and salvation. "LIVI!" He called out, resisting the urge to start bawling at once. Relief flashed across the Induparan’s expression as he promptly ditched Aezz and closed the distance towards the ISC ranger, taking cover closely behind her and managing to smear no small amount of the vomit onto her uniform in the process. “She fell down the stairs and probably got eaten,” He said hurriedly, crouching a bit to duck behind the shorter woman.
 

Sylphrena

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Word had got out about the little summit, and more importantly for some of her friends, word had got out there would be Sith in attendance. There had been talk about striking at the summit, from some of the more fanatical among their number, thankfully saner heads had prevailed and the suggestion was emphatically shot down. There was a time and place for striking against the Sith, and this was not it. But that did not mean that the summit had not been worth keeping an eye on. Striking against the Sith at the summit was stupid, but trying to nick one while they left? Now that was fair game.

Syl, and a few other Jedi and resistance forces, were scattered in nearby systems, hoping to jump in if opportunity presented itself. But when it did come knocking, it was not the opportunity to strike against the Sith, but to remind them why they were fighting in the first place. All comms had gone quiet, the abrupt loss of any and all contact with anyone in the Ruusan system changed everything. There were a great many people at this summit, and if she were to trust her gut then they were in a great deal of trouble. And when it came down to it, she had not wasted a second to punch in the coordinates to jump into whatever mess was brewing at the summit. A part of her, a part that had been getting louder by the day, had been worried that some day such a choice would present itself, and she would pick the wrong choice.

Thankfully, today was not that day.

The single freighter, capable of carrying a few dozen at best, jumped out of hyperspace and she had to take evasive action almost immediately. There were ships everywhere, fleets on top of fleets. Maybe her help wasn't needed after all. Didn't mean she wasn't going to offer it nonetheless.

"Okay," she muttered to herself as she began weaving the ship through the crowded skies towards the surface, "I've got a bad feeling about this."

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The Gatekeeper

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With the Hutt ships staying back and the majority of the fighters from the ISC, the Hutts and the Sith all working to escort the shuttles in their assault on the planet below, the death toll was high amongst the starfighter pilots on both sides. Joined Starfighters flew en masse into the waves of escort fighters, gunning at both the escort themselves and those who were being escorted. With a complete lack of concern for their own safety, the Joined Starfighters swarmed at the combined escort-team of the individual powers that had come to rescue their people.

Again, with the main enemy ships holding back, the corvettes of the Joined fleet were able to move to support their starfighters but also act as screening against starfighter and bomber attacks against those who might try to attack the main fleet. Several broke off from the bulk of the Joined fleet to open fire on the Eternal Huntress and its escort in atmosphere, unwilling to allow the FWA and allies to simply breach the atmosphere unopposed.

The ion cannon barrage arranged by the Sith fleet was a massive wall of blue-white fire that rocketed across the void toward the Joined fleet. Rather than attempting evasive manoeuvres, one of the ISD-II Class Star Destroyers steered into the oncoming fire to shield the Interdictor-Class Star Destroyer from attack. Naturally, the ship in question began to list slightly as its shielding was racked by the ion blasts first before other systems began to become effected as well.

The captain of said Joined ship calmly arranged for entire sections of the ship to be cut off from life support to keep the ship's weaponry operational. As one, the capital ships of the Joined Fleet opened fire against the Sith, ISC and Hutt capital ships at the long-to-medium range they were currently at. Not every shot would hit but with the mass of turbolasers, it would not be a small number that hit regardless.

As the ISC ships moved into position in two groups, angling to force the defenders to split their fire, one of the groups sped past some of the asteroids in the system... and their sensors began screaming weaponry launch alerts to the Admiral aboard the Heart of the Rim. As focused as she was, the commander would order forward shields against the Joined Fleet - only to realize her error almost immediately. Heavy turbolaser fire lanced out from three of the 'asteroids' floating in the void as their engines flared to life and the real horror of the Ruusan system was revealed. The Rodian Pilgrim was destroyed outright, the TE-2 breaking in half under the sudden and intense fire poured onto it from behind. The CR-90s faired badly, with Impulse, Signature and Requiem being obliterated before Nova and Royal Fury could react in time to avoid a similar fate. The Heart of the Rim itself shuddered as its shields were thoroughly rinsed by the barrage and even its armour was dented in numerous places.

Like something out of a horror holovid, gaping holes seemed to open up in the side of the artificial asteroid and dart-like shapes were launched from one of the asteroid ships. Thirty in total streaked across the distance before slamming into the TL-2 Battlecruiser. Damage reports from the salvo were minimal until the true nature of the barrage was revealed.

"Boarders detected, Admiral!"

Across the sector, another trio of massive asteroids suddenly sprang to life on the sensors of the rescue fleets - this time stationed behind the Hutt, FWA and Sith fleets. Typical hyperspace travel relied on making sure that the destination was devoid of large masses to get caught in the gravity of and this allowed the Killiks and their Joined minions to correctly map out the typical entry points in the system; and make sure they had it locked down. From the trio of 'asteroids' behind the allied fleets, literal swarms of contacts emerged on sensors as the trio of ships launched their swarm of fighters.

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  • 2x TL-2 Battlecruiser, Rose of Tatooine, Heart of the Rim (Heavy Damage, boarding in progress)
  • 3x TE-2 Carrier/Destroyer, Rodian Pilgrim (Destroyed), Neimoidia's Revenant, Masquerade, The Defiance of Fate
  • 7x CR-90 Corvette, Impulse (Destroyed), Signature (Destroyed), Requiem (Destroyed), Nova, Royal Fury, Rodia's Guidance, Dexterity, Bastion, Fluke, Vessel
  • 512x TE-34 Wing Fighter (16 Fighters lost, 512 remaining)
Hutt

FWA
  • 2x Quasar Fire-class Bulk Cruiser/Light Carriers (Total Recall, Judgement Day)
  • 3x Vigil-class Frigates (Fifth Element, Face Off, A New Hope)
  • 5x VCX-820 Escort Freighters (Tombstone, Pointbreak, Commando)
  • 4x GAT-12 Skipspray Blastboats (Cobra, Top Gun, Salvation, Armageddon)
  • 3x Blastfin-class Blastboats (The Terminator, Die Hard, Big Trouble)
  • 1x ILH-KK Citadel-class Civilain Cruiser (Eternal Huntress) (Under Heavy Fire)
  • 8x Preybird-class Starfighters
  • 6x Cloakshape Starfighters (2 Fighters lost, 6 Remaining)
  • 12x Razor-class Starfighters
  • 8x Tau-7 "Arrowhead" Starfighters (4 Fighters lost, 8 Remaining)
  • 16x SS-54 Light Assault Ships
  • 16x AA-110 "Warpig" Gunships (Intraplanetary Variant)
  • 24x HKD-600 "Assailant" Dropships
  • 30x Z-95 Headhunters (6 Fighters lost, 30 Remaining)

Sith

Joined Fleet
Killik Fleet
  • 6x Unidentified 'Asteroid' Ships (Roughly 5km in length, Battlecruiser-scale Conventional Weaponry, Located behind Sith, Hutt and FWA main fleets)
  • 3,000x Unidentified 'Dart' Ships (Roughly 8m in length, Swarming at Sith, Hutt and FWA Command Ships)


--Fire Exit Team Electric Six--​

The only creature more surprised by Dusty's sudden love of pulling the trigger as quickly as he could was the Killik. Though the first two shots from Dusty's stolen blaster pistol missed, they were enough to startle the Killik mid-conversion. Combined with the struggles of the Trandoshan, the Killik drone was unable to moderate its own strength and pulled and twisted what was already in its hands as it tried to spin to face Dusty.

It managed to spin - taking the lower half of the Trandoshan's jaw with it.

A mixture of surprise, volume of fire and the resistance of the jaw before it came loose, was all enough that the remaining five shots slammed into the chitin of the drone without issue. The first two shattered the chitin of the Killik, shattering it with the explosive force of the blaster bolts. The last three, however, didn't need to blast through any armour at all as they were unimpeded, allowing the full force of the blasts to impact the Killik's fragile insides.

Insectoid evolution was no match for a good blaster at one's side and the Killik drone was blasted clean off its feet before it landed on its back in the corridor. Its limbs twitched twice before beginning to curl in on themselves as the blood flow was cut off and its insect-like muscles began to shut down in death. By the time this had happened, though, the Trandoshan had also perished from a mixture of blood loss, shock and poisoning from the mixture not reacting well to the Trandoshan's blood upon entering its wounds.

@Trini Halrixien and @Dusty Daytonus would be otherwise unopposed as they followed the service corridor along. They had managed to descend a fair bit from the Dome's main chamber - enough so that when the door at the far end of the corridor opened it would be to the Tram station. Indeed, the two would find themselves behind the main lines of the Killiks and the Joined as they clashed with those who had chosen to make their charge down the main thoroughfare. The difference being that Trini and Dusty's little party had not yet been seen by their would-be abductors and the way to the Tram station was clear to them. While the tram itself might be out, the tram way was still viable for travel by non-mechanised means if they wanted to try walking their way back to the landing pad.

A long walk but, perhaps, safer than getting involved in the melee on the main stairs.


--Landing Pad (Thus The Motley Crew Fought There)--
"Impette, we got the cavalry inbound - get your leather-clad backside back here so we can hold this point!"

The Coruscanti soldier was not best pleased when the only reaction from the "Impette" was a dangerous-looking side-eye before she returning to using a vibrosword to cut down the smaller bugs that kept coming in waves. They were bugs the size of small dogs with far too many legs and every single member of the Motley Crew decided that they hated them more than any of the other enemies. Something about chittering masses of legs and hard black shells just made them unanimously decide that they were disgusting and worthy of being stomped on with extreme prejudice.

While the Sith soldier was cutting down the waves of encroaching smaller bugs, the ISC com-link officer ("Com-Buoy, get it?") had managed to scrounge up a rifle and was taking shots at the Joined soldiers. He wasn't able to score too many kills but keeping them in cover meant that they weren't able to shoot at the Impette. And, more importantly, it kept them in relatively thin cover long enough for the Wookiee ("Brunette. I ain't dumb enough to piss off a Wookiee in arm-grabbing range.") to use his bowcaster to utterly blow straight through the thin cover. This either roasted the Joined using the cover or it allowed Com-Buoy to get a shot in that did the same.

Further up the landing pad area, the Rancor seemed content to ignore the bugs around it as it chomped down on one of the Joined guards. It would likely come to regret this as it meant that the Rancor made no moves to evade the concentrated jet of chemical fire that was spray directly at its face. In pain, the Rancor would find itself effectively blinded by the flames and acidic chemicals and unable to smell anything part the small of burning flesh from the Joined that had been in its mouth at the time. The Tanker Killik would cut the stream of fire and instead lower its head before charging forward, looking to skewer the Rancor's underbelly with its ramming horns - barring actual impalement, the Tanker Killik would still be able to use its weight and momentum to ram against the Rancor in an attempt to send it flying off the edge of the landing pad.

Back on the landing pad, The Mouth ("And because I talk a lot too - know what I'm saying?") let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as the first wave of shuttles landed on the landing pad. Half a dozen from the FWA, the Sith, the ISC and even the Hutts. He was a little annoyed the Boys From the Core hadn't shown up to represent but he wasn't going to argue with results - even if the Sith soldiers and FWA fighters did look like they were about ready to throw down.

"Get that kark out of your system now everybody! We only recognize two sides on this landing pad - the Bugs and the non-bugs. So get your guns and start blasting some bugs!"

It was enough to jog the three dozen or so soldiers into action as they moved up to the make-shift barricade the Motley Crew had been using. The Mouth grinned.

"This is turning around now!"

The Brunnette paused and looked up at something before rumbling a growl.

"What the kark do you mean 'watch out, we have a corvette falling towards us'?"

At the urging of the Wookiee, the Coruscanti native looked up at the sky - right up at the Raider-class corvette currently ablaze in several locations and currently pointing right at the edge of the landing pad.

"... well kark, that's a corvette falling towards us..."

--Semi-Pro Slugs Sledding Southbound on Stairwell of Slight Slaughter--​

For a moment, Killik and @Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl roared at each other.

Had this been some kind of honourable duel between two combatants, this would be the moment where time stood still until they charged at each other and fought to the death. Where brawn and brains would be weighed up against each other and whoever was found wanting would be left defeated on the ground. This was not, however, a place for honour. Indeed, the Tainted Killik was assaulted by a scrunched up ball of newspaper thrown by a politicians of unsportsmanlike behaviour.

Of course, this was immediately followed up by the other attacks as would-be rescuers poured into the building in their dozens as they sought to save them politicians and loved ones. Amira would find that keeping the writhing mass of angered Killik in place was a task that suddenly immediately required all of her attention as its powerful frame instinctively went to resist the stasis effect it found itself in. This did cause the Tainted Killik no small amount of distress and it was distracted in the action of breaking free of the stasis effect - immediately finding one of the ends of one of its forelegs being blasted off by one of @Livi Cross 's shots landing even as the other shattered the stone of the steps beneath it.

Ryssa rose from her undignified position to throw a shoe at one of the Killik's armed with bladed staffs, causing said Killik to bat the shoe aside before moving to skewer @Ryssa Kalayli with a downward thrust. As @Soleil Altan unleashed a torrent of lightning into two of the Killik drones, beginning to fry them but not quite killing them yet, one of their allies took a swing at his chest with its staff.

Arcturus's Push was strong enough to stagger the Tainted Killik back slightly, distracting it more than damaging it. This allowed @Altair Din to attack at an opportune moment, coming in with his heavy attacks as the Grandmaster was beginning to Pull the creature apart. The first punch landed solidly in the middle of the back/top of the Tainted Killik's head, the chitin cracking from the impact and further disorientating the creature. As Altair's second punch came flying in, the Tainted Killik's body would have been pulled taught in two different directions by the Grandmaster. With the Pulling causing the chitin to crack even further, Altair's follow-up punch would land upon armour strained and weakened, leaving the Sith to punch his hand clean into the fleshy insides of the Tainted Killik. Its blood, almost scalding hot, would gush up at Altair and the creature roared in pain and bucked against both the attempt to tear it apart and the Champion's attack.

Against the Grandmaster's attack, the Tainted Killik struggled mightily as the Force grabbed it but it was not physically strong enough to resist as the Grandmaster began to Pull in opposite directions. As she began to tear the Tainted Killik in two, the weakest link would give out and one of the legs she was pulling would snap off under the pressure, sending it (and Altair if he was still atop of it) spilling to to the floor as it desperately tried to right itself in order to tear into those that would harm it. As she was doing this, @Alexandria Voran would find a hand reaching her shoulder as the Chalactan senator from before clutched to her robes with his right hand.

"Grandmaster - you must help me!" he begged of her as she worked the Force against the Tainted Killik, "Please... help me! Help us...!"

As he was speaking, the Chalactan's left hand flashed out, hidden from Alexandria's sight by the man's right arm at her shoulder. Within his left hand, the Chalactan clutched a vibroknife, taken from the holster of a Joined guard who was too dead to have need of it. The newly Joined Chalactan, however? He had need of it for the Colony and he would attempt to slide the hidden blade between Alexandria's ribs into her right lung. The Kind knew of human biology - they wanted the Force Sensitives alive and they could live for some time with only one lung.

The Chalactan senator, newly Joined as he was, was far from the only creature to return from the Dome's main chamber. As many of the politicians had started to make their way down the stairs towards the tram station, they had left those who could not rescue themselves to the Killiks in the main chambers. Now this came back to impede them as every living member left in the Chamber now began scrambling out through its doors, newly awoken to the splendours of the Colony. Among them, Governor Omah raised a stolen stun blaster pistol and unloaded three shots towards Amira's back.

"Unity is inevitable - suffering is optional! SURRENDER YOURSELVES!"

A dozen unarmed senators would begin throwing themselves at the escaping politicians, with some being the target of multiple attempts. Arcturus and Celeste would both find themselves being pursued by three senators of different species, a Dug throwing itself through the air in an attempt to tackle @Arcturus Alkaios to the ground by mounting his head while a Trandoshan attempted to disembowel @Celeste Stythani with its claws. The other politicians as well would find people diving at them in an attempt to pin them down long enough for the Killik drones to force them to Join with them.


@Phoenix @Altaris @Sicadorito
@The Good Doctor @Xorism @Nor'baal
@LadyRen @lizziie @llamallove
@SlagathorTheUnknown @Braden @Valen Pelora
@Fantasy Liver @AutoFox
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Lon Tendree

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Lon was yanked back by some unseen force before he could make it to the Grandmaster, and he could only assume this was some telekinetic power used by the bugs to control people, which only made him fight all the harder. Except this time it was in the same direction as Galek and the woman in the ISC uniform.

Oh, ISC fighters! This was excellent! There was hope! He could escape!

She's probably lost to the bugs! We need to go! he shouted, trying to bodily shove both Galek and Livi out the direction that the ISC soldiers had come through. He grabbed a pistol from one of the other nearby ISC soldiers before he could be stopped and started firing wildly in the general direction of some bugs.

There was a distinct possibility that anyone too close to or in the general vicinity of bugs would have to make a serious attempt to avoid being shot by the Governor. That was, if he wasn't stopped by someone else. Would he hit a bug? It was statistically likely. Would he hit an ally? Probably not. Would he hit nothing at all? Also statistically likely. Would he hit some of the magic juice and find out it was explosive like alcohol? Who knew at this point?


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Nor'baal Desilijic

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Things really where going from bad to worse. Having been effectively drenched in the ichor of some peculiar alien bugs, Nor'baal found himself coming to a slow and juddery halt on his sledge at the top of a flight of stairs (which he would need to take a little more slowly). Scooping up one of the attacker's polearm-like weapons, Nor'baal swung the plate in a wide arc around him, decapitating a hapless guard that had somehow managed to survive his sledge impact, before hawking up a large globule of saliva onto their now headless body.

Once again, the peerless might of the Hutt form had come into its own; he reminded himself as he looked imperiously down on the carnage his strategic withdrawal had wrought. Nor'baal had not 'fled a the first sign of trouble'; no, he had 'relocated to a more strategically viable location'. His name would be lauded, Nor'baal 'the Conquerer'!

Snapping himself out of his self-reflective idolatry, Nor'baal took the time afforded to him to analyse the situation. According to his comlink, the Rancor was lose and now valiantly defending the landing pad; his remaining guards have been deployed to support. His yacht was in the air, ready to land again once it was safe to evacuate him to his flotilla, which had broken hyperspace and was now engaging hostile forces above. His mind raced as he formulated a plan, allowing himself the brief pleasure of sneering at the Senators and dignitaries who had not had the good sense to bring a hoversled with them, who were too busy 'fighting for their lives' to coordinate their escape.

Typical! Once again, the Hutts had to save the day.

<Captain, ensure the landing pad is clear for my arrival. Keep circling and support where you can at range.> he instructed down the comlink, to the Captain of his yacht, who replied with a paniced squeel about some sort of ship 'crashing toward the landing pad' <Well, blast it off course!> the Hutt replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to do.

Hearing the sound of echoing blaster cannon fire overhead and the tell-tale sound of it impacting the side of the warship, Nor'baal knew his instruction had been followed as the yacht's Captain opened fire on the crashing ship, seeking to knock it off course and thereby save the landing pad from certain destruction.

Nor'baal looked back over at the other dignitaries, seeing Lon Tendree firing blindly into the enemy ranks as guards, ISC, Hutt and others joined the fray. Briefly, the Hutt considered rushing to their aid, joining a mighty fight back as the people of the galaxy set aside their difference and gloriously charge onward to a bolder, brighter, united future.

He shook his head at the ridiculous notion and gestured at his own arriving guards <Form up around me, let's get to the landing pad.> he shouted, as his grunting Gamorreans followed their orders and formed a square formation around their master's sled. Nor'baal, holding the stolen pole-arm in one hand, and pointing forward with the other, left his erstwhile allies behind as his guard detail and sledge made the slow descent down the stairs and toward the landing pad, hacking, slashing and shooting any enemy that got in their way.

Nor'baal contacts the yacht and tells it to shoot the crashing ship off course. The yacht does.
Nor'baals gallantly and fearlessly orders his guards, that have come from the landing pad, to form up around him, and then slowly make their way down the stairs, and to the landing pad, leaving everyone else behind to 'cover his strategic relocation'.
 

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Chahsonh yelped as fire washed across his face, moving his right arm up to block the worst of the flames as fast as his small, instinct-driven mind would let him. He staggered his left, before feeling the vibrations of a charging assailant, and hearing the heavy pounding of feet. With a scream he swept his right arm wide, catching the charging enemy on their right flank, and staggering them.

With guttural fury, he drove his clawed left hand up and into the soft underbelly of his staggering foe, the brutal claws slashing into it, and dragging up and through the stomach and other vital organs - even as Chahsonh took two steps forward, leveraging the surprise of his attack to enable him to move toward his enemy and away from the ledge.

He shrugged the creature off his claws, his scent slowly coming back even as his blindness persisted. Yet, Chahsonh did not need his eyes to hunt - his scent and hearing would suffice. He bellowed another roar, and sniffed the air for his master, stepping over the dropped body of the fire-bug, and biting down hard on the soft break between its armoured plates around its neck.

Chahsonh screams and is sad.
Blocks some of the fire with his right arm, and hears the creature charge.
Slams right arm into creatures flank, and slaps left arm and clawed hand into its underbelly.
Throws creature to the flaw, and then bites through the soft area around its neck.
 

Ryssa Kalayli

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It was only when the Killik swatted the shoe aside when Ryssa realized just how terrible of an idea this was. As it moved to stab her, her instincts told her to roll to the side, where the Sith warriors and the Grandmaster were engaging the bugs. Hopefully it would distract the one coming after her, and she scrambled back to her feet at the base of the stairs as she glanced back to check. However, something felt odd, unbalanced, and she looked down to find that the other of her heels was still on. With nothing better to do with it, she took it off and raced up the stairs as fast as she could manage, stiletto in hand, desperately hoping that the bug wasn’t following her.

Just as she was about to make it to the top, blaster bolts started flying over her head. Are you karking kidding me? She had half the mind to throw her remaining heel at whoever was doing it, but ultimately thought it better not to. It was her only remaining weapon, after all. She dropped down immediately to avoid the shots, just as she suddenly felt a stinging pain on her left side. It was, in reality, no more than a small cut from the Killik’s blade, but for someone who hadn’t experienced any significant amount of pain for nearly a decade now at this point, it felt like it was on fire.

Ryssa would wait until the blaster bolts were going off in another direction before climbing the rest of the stairs. To her immense relief, she caught sight of ISC fighters at the top and Galek and Lon close by, though the latter seemed to already be pushing them towards the exit while firing a pistol. Well, now she knew who to throw the heel at once this was all over.

“I’m here I’m here!” She ran towards them waving her arms and yelling, hoping that at least one of them would turn around. As she did, she didn’t even register the various senators coming after some of the other representatives. The only thought on her mind was getting into that group and away from all the bugs.

Ryssa rolls in the direction of where the Sith are to dodge, hoping that would distract the Killik, and sustains a minor cut on the side. She gets up the stairs and runs after the ISC people.
 

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Trini aimed her appropriated blaster around the corner of the maintenance tunnel, before following it out onto the platform, peering around cautiously. It might have been seen as strange by those who did not know the young academic that she should be versed in tactics, but years of field work and other adventures dealing with competitors and other antagonists had sharpened the little vixen. The tram platform, she was relieved to see, was clear. Clear of hostiles, at any rate; she motioned for the others to come out, then walked to the edge of the duracrete, hands on small hips as she gritted her teeth in frustration at the sight before her.

"Kriff."

One of the tram cars was there, crumpled and broken, the schedule display flickering fitfully with an "Out of Service" notice. The Amaran leaned out, looking up the track at the damage; it seemed mostly intact, although there were chunks of debris in places.

"Kriff."

Trini turned back to the others as they emerged from the tunnel.

"Tram's out!" She called, looking around for something. "The track itself doesn't look too bad... but we're not getting out on public transit!"

Suddenly, she spotted something. Jogging over to an area of the station that looked like it had been undergoing maintenance, she spotted various construction supplies; tools, barriers, marker cones, bags of powdered duracrete, a mixer-applicator, and...

"Well, that'll work."

It had been a long time since Trini had been behind the wheel of a repulsor truck, and doing so again brought bad memories of her first real adventure on Raxus Prime. Nevertheless, the TN-K, a battered work vehicle painted in institutional orange, started up easily enough. The Amaran guided the truck down carefully onto the track surface ahead of the wrecked tram; it was only a little wider than the vehicle itself, but it was still the most direct route to the spaceport, and presumably safety.

"All aboard, everyone!" She called, sounding the tinny horn. "Last train to the spaceport, express service!"

@Fantasy Liver
 

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl

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Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's challenge, fortunately, went unanswered, as the various Force-users in the area began to pull it to pieces, with a particularly brave fellow jumping on the tainted killik's back. The Wookiee was about to continue down the stairs when Galek (@Altaris) crowned himself the Duke of Puke by projectile vomiting onto his back while rolling in whatever Lon had regurgitated.

The shock of the feeling of puke dripping off his lower back and running down his legs stopped Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl in his tracks. Only the fact that his nose was almost 7ft off the ground kept him from adding to the puke party, but the Wookiee did retch a couple of times as the stench hit him. "What a disgusting display!" protested T-8R, indignantly.

A flash out of the corner of his eye off to his right- of sunlight glancing off a virboknife, he realized - heralded the approach of the Chalactan senator from before, moving towards the Grandmaster as she concentrated (@Valen Pelora). The Wookiee's well-documented distrustful nature kicked in; hadn't that representative been right at ground zero when the Governor went mad? Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl took two steps in towards the man, reaching out with his left arm to try to grab the man's wrist and stop the blade's momentum before it could pierce the Grandmaster's torso. Grabbing with his other hand around the Chalactan's left wrist, the Wookiee yanked straight down, attempting to both literally and figuratively disarm the man.

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl then would try to grab the Chalactan by the shoulders and bodily hurled him at the Trandoshan menacing Celeste (@LadyRen). The Wookiee then urged the remaining senators forward and away from the throng of Joined representatives, swinging away at any Joined who got too close to himself and making his way down the stairs towards what he hoped was an exit...

Spoiler for @Nefieslab
Aezz gets puked on
T-8R complains
Aezz tries to intercept the Chalactan, disarm him, and yeet him toward the Trandoshan fighting Celeste
Aezz his way down the stairs
 
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Crux could only watch as he saw the Ruusan fleet’s TIE fighters begin to swarm the escorts and their shuttles. Their flying was absolutely reckless— comparable to himself, even. Whoever these pilots were, they were willing to risk it all to take those ships down, and that made them even more dangerous.

“Sir, we’ve lost 33 fighters,” one clearly shaken member of the crew reported as she took off her headset. Crux cursed. Commanding a fleet was not his forte, and this was far beyond what he’d expected to encounter today. If only it was as simple as taking a rifle and shooting a target.

“Stay behind the other fleets as best as you can. Call the remaining fighters back, except for whoever is still alive in the escort group,” he ordered. “We’ve lost too many already.” The woman nodded. “All those pilots… their families…” Her face knit into a frown, she went back to her work.

In all honesty, it wasn’t the pilots Crux was concerned about, but the starfighters. Those things were expensive, and they’d lost more than half of what they’d come here with. And as he saw the lasers and a second wave of fighters swarming toward the fleet, one thing was certain, he wasn’t looking forward to explaining this to the Hutt.

“Divert all power to the shields and prepare to jump to hyperspace. As soon as Nor’baal arrives, we’re out of here.” They wouldn’t be able to hold out long without firing back, but it would have to do for now. Staring out the viewport as he witnessed parts of the ISC fleet being slowly ripped apart, he hoped that the yacht would arrive soon.

All Hutt starfighters recalled(except for what remains of the escort), Hutt capital ships are moving behind the other fleets(if possible) and are focusing on defending/shields

@Nor'baal
 

Celeste Stythani

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Madness. This was pure madness...Yet she kept reminding her of what was important: Survival. Not just her own, but the survival of all the other diplomats and politicians who got pulled into this hell. And for her baby. That was clearly no place for a pregnant woman to be in, but who could have guessed that the relatively peaceful discussions would turn into this madness?

She protectively coiled the Force around her, eyes still attentively directed at the tainted Killik, until she could suddenly spot a few familiar faces. Amongst them was @Altair Din, who curtly shot her a glance before he threw himself right at the foe, supporting not only his sister but also the involved Grandmaster. Her heart was wildly pounding in her chest as she stood her ground, surrounded by countless panicking and fleeing senators while she was ensuring that they could keep running. The governor of Cato Neimoidia had been forced into the right direction thanks to her Force Pull, but as she saw him uncontrollably firing his pistol at the chaotic crowd. "Oh you've got to be kidding me" she sighed...It was not just the way he hold the gun that told Celeste that such a lethal weapon in his hands would be a bad idea, but it was also his unpredictable aim and so she didn't hesitate before yanking the blaster out of his hand with a determined Force pull.

In the the exact same moment the weapon landed in her right hand, a Trandoshan, obviously not in the right state of mind, tried to viciously claw at her, but as she had dealt with the Dosh before, she knew that she was too agile for the bulky lizard. She was also noticing that her friend and fellow senator @Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was attempting to help her by shoving the Chalactan in the Dosh's direction, yet she couldn't take any risks and was already in motion anyway.

She attempted to simply evade his long claws by quickly jumping back, and thanks to her attentive awareness she had at least ensured that her evasion attempt wouldn't be stopped by bumping into one of the fleeing politicians behind her. She then sent a vigorous Force Push at the Trandoshan right in front of her, intending to not only shove him away but to even make him lose balance. By glancing over her shoulder she immediately saw that the Govenor of New Alderaan, @Arcturus Alkaios was in trouble and so she used her newly acquired weapon to aim right for the Dug's legs.

It felt like yesterday that she had attended the celebrations to which he had invited, but there had been literally a thousand things that had changed since then. She had purposely aimed for the Dug's legs as she was just wanting to interrupt him from attacking the Govenor. Even if this was pure madness, she wouldn't lose her humanity. There had to be a way to free the Joined. That was a thought that occurred to her even in thr midst of this chaos and she would not simply kill befallen diplomats unless she really had to.

@The Good Doctor @Sreeya @SlagathorTheUnknown @Nefieslab

Celeste tries to evade the Trandoshan's by jumping back after ensuring there was no one directly behind her, she then sends a Force Push his way to knock him over and shove him away, before she aims her newly acquired blaster (Force pulled from Lon) against the Dug attacking Arcturus, aiming at his legs
 
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