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Chaos had fallen.
The war was over.
And it all ended with the final stand of the Galactic Alliance, the Battle of Coruscant.
Since before history, some of the greatest of civilizations had risen to power and come crashing down around this planet. It had seen every type of government, thousands of species, tens of thousands of languages, and hundreds of thousands of sects and creeds. It saw the Republics of Old, the Sith ruled empire, a changing of hands of republics and alliances, and once again the jewel of the core would fall in to the hands of the Sith Order.
Merely minutes ago, the entire world had echoed with the words of a dying man. For those who kept up with events would recognize the voice of the Chief of State was broken, the strength that had been associated with their leader now non-existent. “This is Nathanaeu Bastele. A Sith warship… descending… Jedi Temple. I don’t know… planning but... If you can hear… evacuate or head underground… all costs. Coruscant… gone. The Alliance is falling. Save yourselves and… Force… with you.”
A few blocks from the Galactic Congress Hall, a now crumbling and ravaged landmark on the city landscape, a redhead woman danced between several combatants. Several feet her ship sat, running, and thus far untouched. In the final minutes of Coruscant, however, there was no mistaking that she needed to move. Quickly. As the final ships went up into a retreat, the Sith would be swarming the stragglers.
The bright rapier of the woman flashed back and forth, blocking and parrying the three Crusaders that swarmed her. Her breath was ragged, having been in combat for the entirety of the day. The woman's name was Siennaa. Most people knew her more formally, however, as the Duchess of Arabanth, and a member of the royal Hapan family. An important diplomat, for sure, but she was not here for that today.
She had come to Coruscant to witness the final fall, and to aid in whatever way she could. She was here, incognito, on behalf of the Imperial Knights. The secret organization she was a member of, however, was not open about its existence. She wore, instead, Hapan armour and her Hapan rapier, her Imperial Knight equipment locked up tight in a footlocker on her ship. But she had completed her work, and had a report to make to her superiors. While she was tied down by these three Sith, however, she was in increasingly grave danger.
With a quick flick, she slit one of the three Crusader's throats, suddenly attacked fiercely by the other two and being pushed away from her ship. The female Crusader she killed was the less skilled of the three, but she was glad to only have to deal with only the two of them.
The Hapan flipped backwards, deflecting one final attack as she gave herself space between the two skilled Sith and herself. "Gentlemen," she said, her sword up as she struggled to catch her breath. "I do believe I have places to go, if you would be so obliged as to remove yourselves from my way." She was met with laughter from one of them, as they tried to regain their own breath. "I should think not, Jedi."
A small smile crossed the woman's face. "Hardly a Jedi," she admitted.
The war was over.
And it all ended with the final stand of the Galactic Alliance, the Battle of Coruscant.
Since before history, some of the greatest of civilizations had risen to power and come crashing down around this planet. It had seen every type of government, thousands of species, tens of thousands of languages, and hundreds of thousands of sects and creeds. It saw the Republics of Old, the Sith ruled empire, a changing of hands of republics and alliances, and once again the jewel of the core would fall in to the hands of the Sith Order.
Merely minutes ago, the entire world had echoed with the words of a dying man. For those who kept up with events would recognize the voice of the Chief of State was broken, the strength that had been associated with their leader now non-existent. “This is Nathanaeu Bastele. A Sith warship… descending… Jedi Temple. I don’t know… planning but... If you can hear… evacuate or head underground… all costs. Coruscant… gone. The Alliance is falling. Save yourselves and… Force… with you.”
A few blocks from the Galactic Congress Hall, a now crumbling and ravaged landmark on the city landscape, a redhead woman danced between several combatants. Several feet her ship sat, running, and thus far untouched. In the final minutes of Coruscant, however, there was no mistaking that she needed to move. Quickly. As the final ships went up into a retreat, the Sith would be swarming the stragglers.
The bright rapier of the woman flashed back and forth, blocking and parrying the three Crusaders that swarmed her. Her breath was ragged, having been in combat for the entirety of the day. The woman's name was Siennaa. Most people knew her more formally, however, as the Duchess of Arabanth, and a member of the royal Hapan family. An important diplomat, for sure, but she was not here for that today.
She had come to Coruscant to witness the final fall, and to aid in whatever way she could. She was here, incognito, on behalf of the Imperial Knights. The secret organization she was a member of, however, was not open about its existence. She wore, instead, Hapan armour and her Hapan rapier, her Imperial Knight equipment locked up tight in a footlocker on her ship. But she had completed her work, and had a report to make to her superiors. While she was tied down by these three Sith, however, she was in increasingly grave danger.
With a quick flick, she slit one of the three Crusader's throats, suddenly attacked fiercely by the other two and being pushed away from her ship. The female Crusader she killed was the less skilled of the three, but she was glad to only have to deal with only the two of them.
The Hapan flipped backwards, deflecting one final attack as she gave herself space between the two skilled Sith and herself. "Gentlemen," she said, her sword up as she struggled to catch her breath. "I do believe I have places to go, if you would be so obliged as to remove yourselves from my way." She was met with laughter from one of them, as they tried to regain their own breath. "I should think not, Jedi."
A small smile crossed the woman's face. "Hardly a Jedi," she admitted.