Ask Event A Joining of Minds

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The Meeting Chambers

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was faced with a decision that he never dreamed that he'd have to make. Climbing up a rope was out of the question, even if he wasn't carrying Celeste, putting the ISC shuttle out of reach. FWA reinforcements were nowhere to be seen; waiting any longer was a death sentence.

That left the Sith shuttle as the only means of escape.

How many of these shuttles had landed troops on formerly free worlds? How many had ferried away captives and rebellion leaders to be executed?

Why were his steps getting lighter and easier the closer he got to the shuttle?

Following the path carved by the Sith/ISC troopers and the opportunity created by the sudden lag spike in the heads of the Joined in the room, Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl carried Celeste towards the Sith shuttle (@LadyRen). He called out for assistance with the Senator's semiconscious body as he approached, feeling the weight of the burdens he carried lift ever so slightly as native tongue answered him. Strong arms were waiting to help him and Celeste aboard, if only he could get there...

If he was able to board the shuttle, the Wookiee would send a message to FWA forces alerting them of the ongoing evacuation and location, and requesting immediate support from all available planetside units to escort the ISC gunship and the Sith shuttle soon leaving the senate chambers. (@Issachar)

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Aezz has a brief internal crisis, and takes advantage of the momentum swing to try and reach the Sith shuttle.
If possible, he alerts FWA forces to the current situation and asks them to escort the ISC gunship and Sith shuttle[/SPOLIER]
 

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A momentary wave of relief washed over the ex-bodyguard as he watched Celeste get pulled into the protective bushy arms of Senator Acewuhfugglesomthin (@SlagathorTheUnknown). Since Null always struggled with the name he simply called him Ace instead when studying politics with the Rattataki Senator. Not that he ever did too well in that subject. It was just one of the many she had to reteach him while she nursed him back to health after his mind had been nullified by the Void substance. He still couldn't believe she'd finally turned away from the Sith Empire. He was so proud of her when he heard it on the HoloNet Broadcast, and he couldn't wait to tell her. Even if Champion Din had used it to divide people when she revealed the information, the news meant everything to the former bodyguard, it was the best thing he could've heard. Though, she had always still held onto some reluctance. He wondered what must've been the final tipping point for her. Either way he was even tempted to thank the regal Tiefling for being the one to bring this to light... Wait, it seemed like most of the representatives from the broadcast were gathered here... Was she also in this grou--

"...no..." Null's trembling eyes had found the unflinching body of the silver skinned Champion (@llamallove). His heart sank, and twisted. He did this. Sure, he was not fond of the Sith - based on the opinions he'd have of stories like the Fires of Kashyyyk - but if anything Senator Stythani was walking proof that some Sith actually had the potential to be some pretty decent people. He was here to save these people -- not kill them. The Galaxy needed to come together and join minds now more than ever, but now here he was, inadvertantly hurting the Galaxy's chances of unity. But he swore he'd Sensed everyone further away... Why had the Force led him astray? He'd have to find some way to make up for this horrible blunder... To make things right to her and everyone else, if that was even possible at this point...

The young man's shaky gaze then trailed over to Governor Lonathon (@Phoenix) and froze. Had he done this?! This... This was horrible... He'd Sensed a clearing... Nobody was supposed to be there... Why... Why had the Force failed him...? Maybe the Rattataki Sorceress had been right before he ran off on his own... Maybe he wasn't ready to be back out in the world... Perhaps it was best he let her lock him back up in the estate again, like she convinced him for so long that he needed... At least he would be able to be back by her side -- even if all he could be again was her secret bodyguard.

But...

They had briefly discussed the possibility that he might've been a trained Jedi in the past, based on the things she'd apparently seen him doing before his mind was accidently erased by the periodic consumption of the Void. But her affiliation to the Sith had also made it impossible for them to arrange anything. Due to their traumatic capture on Rattatak, the two had agreed that they didn't want to risk being captured again, and never ended up investigating the lead any further. But now, now she was Free, and they had a Jedi right next to them. Yes, yes of course, that's who the telepathic voice must've been! He couldn't believe he didn't recognize it before -- the Grandmaster had attended the Joining of Minds... Where was she... She had to be around here somewhere... There was so much going on, but he could've sworn he'd just seen her--

Once again Null's dimming blues locked onto one more horror, this time nearer to the Prince of Indupar (@Altaris). A crimson puddle under a pile of rubble and ruin, and mangled limbs exposed just enough from Null's point of view to make out what was once probably a human.

He definitely did this...
And this could've been Celeste under the rubble instead...

The young man's knees shook, faltered, and buckled as he came crumbling down on top of them. He could feel his heavy heart beating in his chest and thrumming in his ears as he wondered who was under there. Then he realized, almost all of the big leaders and influencers from the trapped event were here, but one particularly important man was missing.

"No... Please no..." From what he could deduce, Null had suddenly come to the conclusion that by blowing open the hole in the wall he'd just inadvertently been the death of the Supreme Chancellor of the New Republic himself -- Alexander Xerxes (@Braden).

"What have I done..." His voice was swallowed and nearly cracked. Any minute now he expected someone would be there to capture or execute him, but he couldn't find the strength to push himself to his feet and run. It was no wonder they were all trying to get away from him... He tried to raise his voice to speak, but he could barely bring it to an audible volume. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry everyone..."

It seemed Null could never be a hero...
His tale would always be one of tragedy...



A powerful telekinetic blast suddenly rocked Null's world, while an overwhelming volley from a glorious space yacht violently shook the unshielded Lancer and would likely begin to shred it to pieces before long. Then Null suddenly found himself deep inside the Lancer, his body crashing against the corner edge of the cockpit from the Grandmaster's telekinetic prowess. The young man groaned and tried to restrain a whimper through gritted teeth as he felt the pain coarse from the impact. He faintly opened his eyes to see through the length of his durasteel home and out the open ramp at the aft to see the broken wall of the stairway drifting away. Null grunted through his teeth as he pushed himself to his feet and began to turn toward the cockpit. He had to get the ship further away from them all. He didn't know how big the explosive radius of a Lancer Pursuit Craft was, but he assumed it wouldn't be good for anyone in the dome or stairway.

An explosion down the hall near the cockpit blew Null right back off his feet and shook the ship once again. He cried out as he slammed into the opposite side of the corridor, molten durasteel bits peppering the heavy armor hidden beneath his long armorweave coat. A piece of something smoldering shot across his upper cheek, cutting a trail of crimson in its wake as it grazed him. The young man tried to restrain his grunts and whimpers as the damage to the ship was gradually battering him within it. He struggled to push through, grasping the helm attached to the upper back of his armor's neck and pulling it over his head to don it.

The Knight Lurker Helm snapped and hissed as the environmental suit connected. The HUD flickered on. The voice scrambler automatically activated. Not that any of that mattered, he just needed to protect his head. At the same time he reached the pilot's seat, remaining standing braced against it as one hand yanked the controls to try getting the ship to fly away from the dome -- if it could even still function under the reign of half a dozen medium ion cannons to its vulnerable hull. With his other hand he tried to raise the shields, if they even still worked, and then he'd slam his palm down onto the comms and broadcast a message from here to any ship or device that the crumbling Lancer could reach.

"This is the black Lancer Pursuit Craft near the dome--!" The deep and gritty synthetic voice would cry out over the comms before another blast shook the cockpit. Null's body thrashed around. He tensed his muscles as he tried to keep himself steady and endure any shrapnel that hit him. "CEASE FIRE!! THE REPRESENTATIVES ARE RIGHT BEHIND--!" He wasn't really sure where they were at this point, but either way he was cut off by another shockwave that rocked the ship as it screamed and sank through the air, plumes of fire bursting forth from its hull as the Lancer began to fall apart. "I-- I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP!! I--!!" He rocked under an explosion not far behind him and realized that he was going to have to abandon ship any second. "I'M --... So sorr--" And then the console erupted in front of him, and Null was sent flying back through the Lancer towards the open ramp as he watched his home begin to explode and sheer apart all around him... (@Nor'baal)

'Celes--'


Null falls to his knees seeing more of the carnage he caused. After being Force Pushed deeper into the ship he dons his helmet, steers the Lancer away from the dome and stairway, and sends a communication. His ship is unable to take much more than the initial volleys of cannons against its unshielded hull, is heavily debilitated by the ions, and ends up blowing Null back toward the ramp as it is beginning to reach its final moments.

Xeres is not actually dead (as far as we know?), nor is he the person under the rubble. That's the brave individual that sacrificed their own life to save Galek, but Null doesn't realize it.
 

Alexander Xerxes

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Chaos, Chaos surrounded the Supreme Chancellor as he pulled himself free from the rubble that surrounded the once great meeting chamber. Reaching up he felt the warm sticky blood that had partially dried on the side of his face. Pain raced through his skull, the words of Lars Omah still rang through his mind. He grunted through the pain as he began stumbling forward through broken stone and steel. The pain had reignited the Dark Side energy hidden deep down inside of the Hynestian dignitary.

Stumbling out of the building he was spotted by a pair of the Killik beasts, they both eyed him with a strange sense of curiosity before charging in his direction. No longer tied by the distinction of being just the Supreme Chancellor, Alexander Xerxes was able to let loose the full strength of his abilities. Summoning forth a spurge of Force Lightning into the bullheaded charge of the first Killik he reduced it to a hulk of burnt flesh before it reached him.

Turning his attention to the second Killik, he raised his hand again ready to destroy the creature. When a surge of pain shot through his skull, it was all the Killik needed to reach the Supreme Chancellor. The creature sprung into the air before collapsing onto Alexander pinning him to the ground. Its mandibles clicked as if it was trying to communicate with him, mocking him in his final moments.

The creature flicked its head to the right, before raising its clawed hand and bringing it down to snuff out the Hynesitan’s life.

—​

His life and a hundred others flashed before his eyes as a blaster shot rang out. A smouldering hole appeared in the right hand side of the Killik’s skull, the insectoid creature collapsing on top of the Chancellor. From underneath the dead carcass he spotted an ISC agent scramble down the ruble. “Supreme Chancellor, is that you. Kanyu, quick come help.” Another ISC soldier appeared on the ridge line as Alexander was able to push the dead Killik off him.

“Supreme Chancellor, you were thought dead. Come with us quickly, there are evacuation ships nearby.” The soldier helped Alexander up. “Can you walk?” “I can.” Alexander replied, much of the headache was gone, perhaps the adrenaline of his near death experience pushing him forward. “Lead the way, I don’t want to spend any more time on this World than I have to.”

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"Not anymore toots. Check the wreckage. That's what used to be my ship." Dusty remarked darkly as he saw the flaming wreckage of his once-beautiful space yacht. True, he had another yacht at home but you never forget your first yacht that the Hutt Cartel bribed you with, as they say.

Well, blasting out of here in his ship was no longer an option but the thrillseeker inside of Dusty thought of another plan. Holstering his newfound blaster pistol and rummaging through the ship, Dusty found himself a fire extinguisher, a plasma torch, and a small screwdriver. He gathered all of them together, giving some to Kyle as he made his way to the escape pod bay.

"Bill the citizens of Ploo for the goods and thanks for the save!" Dusty called out as he scurried into the escape pod with Kyle and jettisoned. Using the escape pod's bulk and his own piloting skills, Dusty aimed the pod right at the Tainted Killik. Hopefully, such a collision would put it out of the fight and, if not, Dusty intended to start blasting as soon as he touched ground and the pod bay doors were able to open. It was a bold plan and those were Dusty's favorite kind. Besides, he wasn't going to leave the remains of pleasure yacht's crew to fight aginst the Killik hordes with nothing but serving trays and massage tables.

TLDR: Dusty jettisons an escape pod at the Tainted Killik fighting the rancor on the landing pad and then he and Kyle emerge from the pod to kill some Killiks.
 

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The esteemed Champion Altair requested that all injured or people carrying injured go on the Sith shuttle and non-injured go to the ISC shuttle. While Arcuturs naturally went for the Sith's shuttle before the order was made, Arcturus would oblige. The Killik's attacked stopped. Did the Killiks acknowledge that their plan didn't work? Did they suddenly run out of steam to press on? It does not matter, Arcturus would use this opportunity to adjust his course and then move towards the rope to the ISC gunship, and once he arrives to it, he grabs onto it and starts climbing up it.

Arcturus would sigh. The events that transpired was unexpected. It was odd to see the Jedi and Sith more or less tolerating each other presences once the Killiks revealed themselves. Suffice it to say, Arcturus feels the need to light up a cigar as soon as possible, If he gets out of here alive, lots of work to be done. These Killiks have proven to be very problematic. They will have to be dealt with soon.

Arcturus changes direction to move towards the ISC shuttle's rope and make his way up it.
 

Darth Tiamat

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The bridge was aggressive with activity, orders flew from one command to the other while others silenced alarms that noted proximity of incoming weapons. They were in the heart of the defense fleet, "Focus fire power on the interdictor once we are in range, do we have a timing on it?" she called out, and someone behind her gave her their position in relation to the heavily guarded ship. "Keep the destroyers busy. Once the shields are down, fire the torpedoes to lay them to waste." Tiamat continued her orders. her grasp on the railing before her grew tighter, her knuckles turning white under her gloves. Her amber gaze narrowed before she refocused, keeping her mind focused on the battle, not allowing herself to get carried away with emotion.

As the smaller ships took damage and were no longer available, the rest of the fleet continued to reform, taking additional positions under the liberty-class cruiser to prevent enemy fighters from dealing heavier damage.

She heard no updates from the ground forces, her jaw clenching at the thought of losing everyone down there did not sit well as her brow narrowed, "Any word from the terra deployment?" she asked a nearby lieutenant.

"No ma'am, good news, it looks like the FWA and Hutts are ready to do something about this mess and are keeping up with our ships in flank."

Tiamat nodded, "Good-" she paused, feeling the ship shake, "Keep the Path prepped, we will jump to hyperdrive as soon as we have our people on board." Tia added, glancing to her navigators, she hoped it gave an inkling of faith they were going to make it out of this.



The Sith fleet continues to press forward, as they lose ships, the others are reforming to give continued protection to the liberty-class cruiser. Once there is heavy damage to the defense fleet ships, torpedoes are being launched to finish them off, especially after the ion weapons killing engines and shielding. The Sith fleet should be within range of the interdictor.

Also on the map, the ships that are sitting atop of the cruiser are meant to be positioned below, I wasn't sure how to move it to show it.

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Nor'baal Desilijic

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Ever the pragmatist, Nor'baal didn't really care that his yacht had blown up the vessel of one of their allies - at least he was safe. With Jedi throwing their force powers around, Nor'baal was keen to hasten to his exit, pleased at least that the force users had remembered that their place was to protect him, and were doing so with a degree of capability he would one day consider respecting.

Moving much in the way that Olympic athletes don't, Nor'baal observed his yacht settle down, open its boarding ramp, and allow him on. He hovered in, and went to have the ramp closed before quickly waving over any other Senators/Representatives that needed saving, and could get him faster.

Norbs boards ship, tells others to hop on if they can.
 

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Briefly, Chahsonh felt as if his whole life was some kind of dream. He hoped that whoever dream it was, at least enjoyed it more than he did. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. In this brief, yet enjoyable period of abject nothingness, Chahsonh afforded himself the luxury of asking himself if, at some point in his past, his life had taken a terrible and irreversible turn for the worst.

It wasn't all that long ago that he, as a young Ranco calf, had been innocently terrorising the village of Warchief Lunquoal the Shockingly Intense, and enjoying every second of it. But then, he had decided to follow that enticing looking light, toward that not-quite-as-enticing looking cage, which took him to the certainly-not-enticing-at-all looking marketplace, where he had been purchased by his new master, Nor'baal the Hutt.

And now here he was, going the whole nine yards with some anonymous Killik with a penchant for pyromania.

What had made the Killik so angry? Was the Killik, like Chahsonh, also a pawn in the grand game of their masters, a mere plaything to be used on the field of war, the stakes of which simply far too great to comprehend?

Maybe, the Killik just wanted to be loved?

Chahsonhs moment of contemplation ended like a pile-up on the M25, as his Killik enemy began to attempt to lift him off the ground. It was a move that reminded him of his time in the masters pits, when he had fought Oogelfoonth the Slighty Violent, who had also attempted to lift him, and use his own wieght to send the two of them pitching into a worse fate - if memory served, it had been a Sarlaac beneath them that time, not a 'very long drop'.

But it was OK, Chahsonhs decided.

The fall wouldn't kill him, hitting the ground would.

Therefore, as the fall was more imminent, Chahsonh decided it would be irrational to be afraid and therefore wasn't. He ripped his jaw away from the chitinous embrace of his dancing partner and instead attempted to step to the left, and leave the Killik, hopefully now mid-pitch, to tumble to the road below them, alone.

Wondering if the fall would actually kill the Killik, as it would need to travel an infinite number of half-way distances to get there, Chahsonh grumbled, bellowed, and felt hungry.

Rancor lets go of Tanker-bug and steps to one side, hoping to send the Killik falling, like a budget balrog, down the big scary drop alone.
 

Celeste Stythani

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And after all this turmoil and this madness, after the panicking, clamoring voices that formerly overshadowed the dreadful atmosphere in the staircase area and the blur of Killiks, Joined representative and still Unjoined diplomats, there was suddenly just a deep, sinister silence while her world was overtaken by an impenetrable black.

There was nothing. Just nothing for a few moments. It was as if the galaxy had just come to an end. Then suddenly there was a high pitched ringing noise, the earliest sign of the heavy concussion. Still, everything was black, but through the defeaning noises, there were some other, faint, muffled sounds in a far distance that Celeste somehow perceived.

Something warm and sticky ran down her head, and as the initial numbness slightly started to cease, the pain set in. Immense pain, from various areas she couldn't even locate as her nerves were running wild, and the strong cerebral concussion were just starting to enfold their full severity.

The blackness slightly started to fade, but her vision was too blurry to even recognize shapes. Additionally, it seemed like she suffered from some sort of short term memory loss, or rather severe disorientation, since she had literally no idea what the hell was going on. Not being able to make sense out of the loud screams and blaster shots that were seemingly fired, she tried to move her arms, but it was as if the muscles didn't listen to her commands right now.

The severe dizziness made her nauseous and it didn't help that someone was apparently trying to pick her up. The heaviness of the pieces of masonry that had formerly pinned her down were suddenly gone, but she still couldn't see or interpret the faintest hints of outlines that came into her darkened field of vision while her whole body ached.

Even though her thoughts were confused, she did somehow feel that she was bleeding from wounds on various areas of her body as she could feel the slightest sensation of blood running down, and it was obvious that her body would be littered with countless bruises afterwards.

There was another weird sensation she couldn't quite grasp, but her left side was pressed against something soft, yet shaggy (@SlagathorTheUnknown) that was accompanied by a somehow unpleasant smell. Good for her that her dulled senses couldn't pick up the full odour that must have resulted from vomit mixed with blood and other unpleasant things that had happened in this very room. Suddenly, there was also a voice in her head, somehow familiar, yet she couldn't quite make sense out of it (@Sreeya). It kept echoing through her mind for quite a while, but there was no way for her to decipher it yet.

Celeste felt that her body was being carried, her head and right arm slightly dangling over (unknown to her) the Wookie Senator's large arms, but she had absolutely no clue where they were going or even what the hell was going on. She tried to blink, but there was nothing to be seen as the blurs kept mingling with darkness.

The thought of being so helpless and utterly powerless frightened her, yet she didn't have a chance to break out of this situation. She knew that whoever was carrying her was in full control over where they were going, but she was not even conscious enough to fall back into panic. Soon there were new sounds...ships perhaps? And that was exactly when complete darkness swallowed her again.

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Celeste is basically just at the brink of consciousness, so she is being carried towards the Sith shuttle by Aezz
 
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Victoria had been fortunate indeed to avoid the maelstrom of debris that had been sent into the group, but the initial blast wave had taken her to the ground in a flash. The intense sound and speed of the intrusion had crippled her sense of direction, and it was only with precious time being used, along with the support of others, that she was able to find her way back to her feet.

Victoria joined the more able-bodied group that made their way toward the ISC shuttle. She wasn't entirely sure that she would be able to make it up the rope on her own steam as she struggled to climb. The humorous thought crossed her mind that surely the Galactic Senate would implement some kind of PT requirements in the future, before the next conference, to avoid senators falling off a rope to their demise.

If she could make it with a bit of a huff, determination and the angry stares of those behind her encouraging Victoria along, she would finally reach the top of the rope before being pulled into the ISC ship before staggering into the group assembled.
 

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"Attention: this is a closed beam message to Syndicate, Sith, Consortium, and New Republic craft. We are currently loosing this naval battle, we need to strategically put down targets. If anyone would respond, we need to coordinate. The Interdictor and the Asteroids are currently our biggest targets. Repeat, focus on the Interdictor and the Asteroids. We need reinforcements badly, and knocking those out may give us a chance." the young helmsman spoke as the Quasar around him groaned. The pair of ships, realizing their weapons would do nothing against such a large ship, began to turn back to the Asteroids to fire. The heavier armed Frigate pulled back from the front like, squeezing between the larger ships for protection. Their fleet was sustaining heavy casualties, and if the others would not help then their fleets would certainly be doomed. But not just theirs, all of the fleets. So all of the craft began to fire at just one of the Asteroids, the shrinking number of fighters continuing to try to deal with the swarms of fighters.

On the ground though, it felt like victory. The little over fourty strong crew, exactly fourty one including their leader, barreled towards the Joined ground forces. A dozen verses fourty would be nothing for these soldiers. Assassin droids, Dosh, humanoids, and other aliens ran forth with guns drawn and blades slashing. Rrodossk himself even approached, his repeater ripping bolts through the air with the men. Unless others would roll through, they would attempt to just deal with these quickly before they ran to deal with the rest of the bugs. Rrodossk's teeth were bared, a steady warcry releasing from his lips. He was hungry for blood, to avenge his fallen craft.

The drop ships moved towards the landing platforms as fast as they could. Some even opening their ramps and spinning backwards in mid air before landing to allow passengers. The others used their light laser cannons to fire at and larger targets that would approach, knowing that the other ships in orbit were indeed still firing upon those who would target then but some could still break off.

Rrodossk and his crew are assaulting the Joined with extreme prejudice.
The ships within the fleet are trying to contact other fleets to help sustain fire on key targets.
Dropships move to clean up the last of the Senator's and VIPs while some escort out the other shuttles.
 

Alexandria Voran

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Her side was stained red. Tan tunic turned crimson with blood. Dust and gore covered the Grandmaster as she walked towards the shuttles. The voice of the Sith drove some clarity into her mind. Alex turned her head, her eyes locking on the Killik crowding the stairs. She nodded slightly. (@Sreeya) The wind came to her aid again. She breathed out and the gales followed. They tore at the Killik covering the stairs, aiming to clear a path for all those who sought that exit. She hoped her efforts combined with the Sith would send the Joined scuttling back. They just needed time…a little more time. That was all she asked.

Blessedly the weight of Lon lessened. She smiled softly at the disheveled governor. Her mind flashed out again as Imperial orders boomed in the chamber. The time for old wounds was gone. She reached as many thoughts as she could. “Do as he says…we leave now.” The body in her hands shook. Alex picked up the pace, her gaze meeting Galek. (@Altaris) “He is running out of time.” Together, they hauled Lon into the chamber. The ISC shuttle hovering above. “I will take him and come back…can you climb?” Alex set Lon gentle on the ground. The Force flowed from her body. Her strength bleeding into the ISC governor. She could not heal the worst of it but he would survive...for now. Changed but alive. Again, Alex bent down and scooped up the man. With a heavy sigh she launched herself into the air. The Grandmaster landing softly in the waiting shuttle. She set him among the swarming medics. “He needs a transfusion.”

With that she walked off the edge of the shuttle. The Force quickly flooded her body, the forces of impact spreading into the ground. Her limbs strengthened. A burst of Darkness pulled a fraction of her attention. A Sith she had not felt before? A flash of lightning at the edge of her vision. She landed with a heavy thud. “If you can't make it, I’ll carry you or take the Imperial shuttle.” She unslung the spear from her back. Alex’s body protested…she had pushed too far but the Light still shown brightly through her. “This way!” She motioned for survivors towards the Imperial shuttle, holding the spear defensively. The Force plucking at Joiners who tried to follow the injured. They wouldn't get too close. She would be the last in any shuttle. She knew what that might cost her.

Alex sends Force Winds towards the Killik that Altair indicates and then carries Lon into the ISC shuttle before returning to see the last of the survivors onboard. She continues using the Force to try and keep the joiners at bay.

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"All ships - adjust angle and forward."

As part of the plan, the Hutts and the Sith were slamming themselves against the front-line of the Joiner fleet and were giving a decent enough accounting of themselves. Perhaps they might have been able to actually accomplish the task even without the ISC moving into a position to assist them - but it would likely take too long. Already he was getting reports from the surface of Ruusan that the governors had been located and they were boarding shuttles as they spoke.

"And someone tell that helmsmen on the Quasar to keep up and keep the airways clear - especially if he wants to just repeat what I said back to me as if its some brilliant tactical observation. Karking amateurs in the FWA navy I swear by the Force..."

They were almost to a point where the ISC delegates could be said to be safe - and he would be damned if that was jepordized at this late moment just because he prioritized ISC naval personnel before the objective. Was it terrible to be able to say, objectively, that some lives mattered more than others? That the delegates were worth more than these dedicated crews? Yes, it absolutely was.

But it was also true.

Elsewhere, the Destroyer and the Corvette that remained of the flanking motion would be trailing behind the Hutt forces, acting as a rear guard to their most hated enemies in recent years. What that said about the Killiks and their Joined, that hated foes would become allies in the heat of the moment? Well Carrick knew what it said about them and what it said was that they needed to die.

"All ships - divert auxillery power to weapons. All weapons, target the underbelly of that Interdictor! Open fire!"

The ships he commanded were taking a beating, their shields rapidly depleting and even now he could see that not all of them would be able to fly out of this. No, they needed to make sure they unloaded everything that they had. Holding back more power to the shields would keep them alive but it would just be a delay if the Interdictor field wasn't shut down in the most violent way possible.

It was do or die time.


Tells ships to orientate into a better firing position
Tells the FWA crew member to stfu repeating his own plan back to him like its some new thing
All power to weapons!
Attacks from "underneath" the Interdictor and Joined fleets from map-south.
 
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Sylphrena

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Syl had missed the significance of her mistake, the droid left behind obviously meant something to Trini and in the heat of the situation she had somehow missed what had transpired. She moved the ship where the two suggested, there were probably more who needed help at the spaceport.

But once they neared their destination, before they could come up with a plan around Trini's suggestion, Dusty was off on his own adventure. Without asking for permission or giving her any warning, he jettisoned himself in one of her escape pods. All she could do was stare with open-mouthed surprise as she saw the little pod shoot towards the Killiks.

"I can drop you near a ship," she dumbfoundedly shared with Trini, "but I don't know how safe it is down there." She jerked a thumb back towards the tram station they had come from, where her scanner shows ships beginning their ascent.

"There's a bunch of ships headed up, safest bet might be tag along with them."

What she really wanted to do was jump down and pull out the idiot who had just run off with her favorite escape pod, but that would also put Trini's life in danger. And her first priority was to make sure the Amaran was safe, only then would she think about figuring out what to do about Dusty.

@Nefieslab @AutoFox @Fantasy Liver

Not much, Syl offers to drop Trini off near a ship or head spaceward with the other escaping ships.
 

Xyla Teresi

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Xyla and Thea, hearing @Altair Din's announcement, made their way toward the Imperial shuttle as Xyla's bad shoulder would prevent her from climbing on the rope. The ambassador of Trenwyth had no war or quarrel with the Sith, so the only regret she had was leaving her own ship behind.
way Fortunately, she could always get another.

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Escape to Sith shuttle.
 

Galek Ordalos

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Galek dared not glance back over his shoulders, even as the sounds of screaming delegates and shrieking Kilik’s filled the air. His grip tightened around the other half of Lon when Alex spoke, every ounce of his limited strength going into hauling his friend and fellow Governor to safety. He felt the unfamiliar sensation of sweat heading down his face, his breath labored until they finally reached the ground just beneath the ISC shuttle.

He glanced up towards the Grandmaster and gave a simple nod, his attention promptly turning towards the rope ladder that fluttered in front of him. Giving Lon one final, empathetic glance, the Governor began to ascend ladder and into the waiting arms of the ISC forces inside the shuttle.

Whatever intentions Galek had upon arrival, the Governor simply wished to leave the planet as soon as humanly possible. And to prepare for whatever was bound to come in the following days.


Galek helped move Lon to the shuttle area, started climbing up into the ISC shuttle and to safety. Hopefully.
 

Soleil Altan

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Focus, focus he loudly thought to himself as he half-helped, half-shoved an injured Senator aboard the shuttle. As the Grandmaster set a Nemoidan amongst the medics, much of a leg missing, Soleil grabbed one of the shuttle medkits. Lon and Amira needed them to prevent bleeding to death from their injuries.

A spike of psychic pain suddenly shot through the ramshackle defenses he'd been throwing up, staggering him just after the joiners paused in their attack. He leaned against the shuttle wall, every muscle taught as steel cable as the waves rushed over him. FOCUS he shouted in his own mind, nearly drowned out for those few seconds before he wildly shook his head. It throbbed painfully from a brand-new migraine, but with grit, teeth shoved himself off the wall and got to work.

Wisely leaving the military and shuttle orders to Altair, figuring he or the pilot would know when to take off, Sol immediately began running triage. With short telepathic orders and hand signals, he directed medics one way or another based on how injured the evacuees were, guiding some measure of the overcrowded and understaffed chaos. He got to Lon (@Phoenix) and rapidly applied a tourniquet as high on the leg as he could, pulling it down very tight before applying bacta spray to the torn flesh and bone. It'd be even more painful than the missing leg if he were awake, but it'd keep him alive long enough for emergency surgery. To that end, he wrote tourniquet time on Lon's collarbone with a marker.

He'd rush to Altair (@Sreeya) and Amira (@llamallove), having seen Arcturus going for the ISC rope ladder. 'Got her' he shot to Altair, thereafter focusing fully on Amira's injuries. They were horrible and there was a lot of blood, but at least the arm was still attached. A broken and scorched bone, severe injury to flesh, arterial bleeding. Careful around her head and neck as he moved her since she'd fallen down the stairs and could easily have a concussion, he'd tightly apply his second tourniquet and writing just below her shoulder, then get to binding the wounds with bandage and bacta.

After Amira, he'd cushion her head with something and move to an injured soldier who'd been hit by a staff weapon. By all appearances, anything outside of handling the wounded was completely beyond his notice. It would remain that way unless something obvious threatening approached the shuttle. Meanwhile, the pilot would contact Tiamat (@GABA) and tell her the Sith were aboard and loading wounded. Altair's arrival was obvious given his horned armor, and the crew would pass along the retrieval of both Sith diplomats.


Soleil gets psychic feedback from all the Killik/Joiner mass deaths and now has a horrific migraine. Despite that he starts running triage on the wounded, treating Lon and Amira himself as priority rescues before moving on to others. The shuttle pilot contacts Tiamat to let her know people were retrieved and the shuttle's loading wounded.

@Nefieslab @Sreeya @llamallove @Phoenix
 

Altair Din

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Altair was surprised to find himself sitting across Alliance Senators while holding his badly injured sister. However, nothing played out like he expected today. His visor gazed briefly towards the Wookiee (@SlagathorTheUnknown )before taking in sight of Celeste who was close to unconscious in his arms. She had made her choice in allegiance and he wanted to give no reason to sully her credibility by appearing too friendly. So, he looked instead over to Sol who was helping tend to his sister.

“Thanks..” He said quietly as the shuttle took off. He and Sol seldom saw eye to eye, but he was grateful for the Wrean’s help. Altair spoke into his comms to contact Tiamat (@GABA).

“We’re coming through to the Eternal’s Wrath,” He rapidly spoke to her, “Get us out of this airspace the moment we board,” Altair glanced briefly over at the Alliance and ISC Senators aboard the ship, “Once we’re out, patch comms to Alliance and ISC representatives so we can get everyone home.”
 

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A battering.

It could charitably be called a battering of both sides as the allied fleets and the fleets of the Killiks and their Joined slammed against one another again and again. With a sense of urgency, the allied fleets pushed themselves further against their selected targets, with the Sith manoeuvring keeping them one step ahead of the Joined, who were looking to try and address the fact that they were being pressed from three different fleets. Even though the Joined fleet could have more than matched any one of the allied fleets, alone, they were hard pressed to keep up with the enemy that was able to split themselves and attack from all sides.

The Sith, especially, reaped a toll on the Joined fleets as they pushed themselves against the 'front' of the Joined fleet, heavy rounds slamming home into hulls left unprotected after ion cannon strikes. With their aggressive tactics, many of the attacks meant for the Interdictor made their way home, hitting it hard. In conjunction, the ISC's strike from the 'south' of the Joined fleet, angled so that they were firing at the underside of the Interdictor, allowed for further damage to the vital enemy ship even as its protectors scrambled to fire back.

The ISC ships, sacrificing their shield power, were racked by explosions as they paid the price for being quite so single-minded as to focused on the main target to the exclusion of others. Likewise, the Hutt fleet would be raked with withering fire not from the Joined fleet itself but from the side, as the Shardships to the 'north' of their position finished with the ISC Battlecruiser with a blast of heavy turbolaser fire before turning their cannons on the Hutts from the side. Though they were able to heavily damage the ISD-II guarding the Joined Fleet's 'north' flank.

Within atmosphere and low orbit, the battle remained somewhat static with neither side willing to give and inch and both sides getting better at avoiding certain destruction by using the environment to their advantage. With the sheer number of TIE fighters and Raider corvettes still in the area, dedicated bombing runs were hard to pull off as they were needed to try and counter the corvettes.

To the rear of the allied fleets, the battle against the Killik Shardships was going poorly - Sith starfighters left behind to cover the advance were beginning to take on too much fire both from the swarms and the larger, battlecruiser-sized, Shardships. As well, the FWA's insistence on targeting the Shardships resulted in further damage to the one they had been concentrating firepower on. Though the amount of FWA fire being poured onto said Shardship began to wane as both a Quasar and the last Vigil frigate were broken through sheer volume of fire.

The Shardships and their accompanying swarms continue their advance towards the back of the allied fleets, seeking to act as the hammer to the anvil of the Joined fleets, to smash the allied fleets before they can destroy the Interdictor, before they can have their delegates board and before they can escape.

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  • 1x TL-2 Battlecruiser, Rose of Tatooine (Light Damage), Heart of the Rim (Destroyed)
  • 2x TE-2 Carrier/Destroyer, Rodian Pilgrim (Destroyed), Neimoidia's Revenant (Medium Damage), Masquerade (Light Damage), The Defiance of Fate (Destroyed)
  • 4x CR-90 Corvette, Impulse (Destroyed), Signature (Destroyed), Requiem (Destroyed), Nova (Destroyed), Royal Fury (Destroyed), Rodia's Guidance (Medium Damage), Dexterity (Light Damage), Bastion (Medium Damage), Fluke, Vessel (Destroyed)
  • 256x TE-34 Wing Fighter (271 Fighters lost, 256 remaining)
Hutt

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  • 1x Quasar Fire-class Bulk Cruiser/Light Carriers (Total Recall (Heavy Damage), Judgement Day (Destroyed))
  • 0x Vigil-class Frigates (Fifth Element (Destroyed), Face Off (Destroyed), A New Hope (Destroyed)) (All Lost)
  • 2x VCX-820 Escort Freighters (Tombstone (Destroyed), Pointbreak (Heavy Damage), Commando)
  • 2x GAT-12 Skipspray Blastboats (Cobra, Top Gun (Destroyed), Salvation, Armageddon (Destroyed))
  • 1x Blastfin-class Blastboats (The Terminator (Destroyed), Die Hard (Destroyed), Big Trouble)
  • 0x ILH-KK Citadel-class Civilain Cruiser (Eternal Huntress) (Destroyed)
  • 0x Preybird-class Starfighters (8 Fighters lost, 0 Remaining) (All Lost)
  • 0x Cloakshape Starfighters (8 Fighters lost, 0 Remaining) (All Lost)
  • 0x Razor-class Starfighters (12 Fighters lost, 0 Remaining) (All Lost)
  • 8x Tau-7 "Arrowhead" Starfighters (4 Fighters lost, 8 Remaining)
  • 6x SS-54 Light Assault Ships (10 Lost, 6 Remaining)
  • 0x AA-110 "Warpig" Gunships (Intraplanetary Variant) (All Lost)
  • 2x HKD-600 "Assailant" Dropships (22 Lost, 2 Remaining)
  • 12x Z-95 Headhunters (24 Fighters lost, 12 Remaining)

Sith

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Killik Fleet
  • 6x Killik Shardship (Roughly 5km in length, Battlecruiser-scale Conventional Weaponry, Located behind Sith, Hutt and FWA main fleets) (1x Medium Damage)
  • 1,842x Killik Dartships (Roughly 8m in length, Swarming at Sith, Hutt and FWA Command Ships) (1,157 Lost, 1,842 Remaining)


--Landing Pad Area--
Fourtear was a good droid and, like all the best droids, he went out doing everything he could to ensure that those he was programmed to served got out okay. However, Dusty was right to confirm to Trini that his yacht was, without a doubt, not operable. It was a flaming wreck at one end of the landing pad, specifically the end of the landing pad that had taken a collision from a destroyed Raider Corvette on its way down to the ground.

As they circled the landing pad, Sylphrena was right to point out that the other ships seemed to be moving toward the edge of the atmosphere, even as Dusty launched himself back down toward the enemy. Literally, right back down toward the enemy as was this case. As landing pods were mercilessly gunned down during their unnecessary twirling, Dusty and his trusty comrade/minion fell in their escape pod, barely aimed and at ever increasing speed.

Below, Killik and Rancor danced a deadly dance of death - one of them was going to die and they both knew it! They clashed again and again as they each tried to ensure that it was the other who was thrown to the unforgiving ground below. As Chahsonh dipped to one side to unbalance the Tanker Killik, the large Killik began to pivot to remain on the raised walkway off the landing pad.

Had it just been the Rancor and the Tanker, it would have likely managed it - but their fight was not so isolated.

Just as the Tanker was pivoting, just as it was at its most unbalanced, the escape pod slammed into the side of it at speed and it was so sudden, so strong, that it couldn't possibly right itself. With a squeak and fluttering of chitin, the Tanker fell off the side of the walkway, the escape pod falling along with it to the ground level. As Dusty and Kyle were trying to free themselves from the escape pod, the Tanker Killik, chitin cracked and leaking green inchor, screeched at them in anger and pain.

With a spark, the Tanker Killik forced itself to its feet and began a wide area spray of its fire, aiming for not just Dusty but also Rrodossk and his men as they advanced. The Joined would also burn but, well, the Tanker Killik was injured and unconcerned. After all - the Kind could always make more.


--Rescue Ranger Round-Up--​

One by one, delegates of the ill-fated Galactic peace talks were able to board, or be helped to board, the waiting ships. At this point, the members of the ISC and Sith flight teams didn't give a damn who was getting aboard their shuttles - at this point it was all about making sure that they were alive and un-bugged. In this moment, factions ceased to matter as everyone focused more on making it out alive than they did ensuring that their rivals or enemies did not.

Even as Lon passed out from the blood loss and shock, Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl was able to see that now was not the time to rely on grudges and old pains. No, as the Supreme Chancellor of the New Republic was helped along to board the Sith shuttle as one of the injured, Governor Arcturus swallowed his Sith pride to climb the ladder to ride with the ISC rather than his own people. This left ample room for Thea to manhandle the injured Xyla into the relative safety of the Sith shuttle.

Long seated hatred of Force Users warred within the ISC flight crew as they saw the Jedi Grandmaster arrive with one of their delegates held delicately in her arms - but even then, the reality of this new Galaxy was beginning to sink in. No weapons were raised at the Jedi this time as they gladly allowed her to deposit Lon before they moved to assist him. Joined and Killiks alike, those few that lived, seemed disorientated in a way that they hadn't before, allowing them to be bowled over, unprepared, by the allied Force Users and the combined efforts of the Sith and ISC soldiers.

As Null's ship was thorough blasted, sending the wayward rescuer tumbling out of the sky, Nor'baal's yacht crew worked hard to bring the larger ship round. Unlike the smaller rescue ships, the yacht couldn't just put its ramp through the remains of a window. Luckily, the enemy that it had just dispatched had created large enough a hole for even Nor'baal himself to be able to slither through and climb aboard his yacht without issue.

All around the outside of the dome, ISC and Sith Starfighters patrolled even as FWA blastboats and other, larger, ships began to approach the area to act as escort or destroyer. However, with their targets moving away from the landing pad area to support the dome, many of the Joined TIE fighters began their approach on the dome, three teams of two TIEs each streaming through the air toward the escaping ships (two for each shuttle, two for Nor'baal's yacht). In the distance one of the Raider corvettes, damaged but still dangerous, began a slower approach towards the dome from above, in the beginnings of an attempt to cut off any escape attempts toward space.


@The Good Doctor @GABA @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime
@llamallove @lizziie @LadyRen
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@Nor'baal @Issachar @Valen Pelora @AdventCore
@Xorism @Braden @SlagathorTheUnknown @Sicadorito
 

Crux

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Space

The bridge was relatively quiet when Crux looked forward, taking his helmet off as he watched three of his capital ships go down in flames outside the viewport. It was only a moment afterwards that the captains of said ships stopped responding, and his fist tightened. More attacks were coming from the side, but they had limited resources to deal with it in addition to the main push at the front. Maybe if they somehow broke through and destroyed the enemy’s flagship, the fleet would break up without its commander. He decided to focus on the front. Go big or go home, he thought. Hopefully they’d be able to do both, preferably in one piece.

“Shield what you can, maintain the attack, and keep pressing forward along with the Sith. Looks like they and the ISC are going for the heart of it. Let’s buy them some time— aim for that Imp II Star Destroyer in front of us. We’ve almost got it. Once it’s down, it’s the Interdictor.”

He’d barely finished before one of the crew piped up. “Scanners indicate a destroyer and a corvette behind us… it’s the ISC! I think they’re protecting us.” That was a pleasant surprise. Like many among those working for the Hutts, Crux had no love for the consortium, but their show of support was much appreciated. It was once again a reminder that they were going to fight this battle together, or not at all.

Still, the Hutts only had so much more to give.

Hutts are still covering the Sith fleet's right flank, aiming for the Imperial II Star Destroyer and then at the Interdictor if it's destroyed
 
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