Battle of Coruscant: The Streets

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CORUSCANT

The Streets​

The presence of hundreds and thousands of ships whizzing at ridiculous speeds between the spires of Coruscant was nothing new. In fact, one might even think this was a typical day on the city-planet of the Republic by the general hubbub of the masses and the beautiful sunshine. However, one only needed to look closer to realize something was wrong.

Yes, something was dreadfully and horrifically wrong.

The ships were flying fast, but too fast. They were running from something, and in their rush many collided, causing the civilian crafts and merchant vessels to careen to the streets below. Small fires burst into life, and the terrified screams of bystanders rent the air. In the distance, but closing quickly, were the shadows of the war ships of the Sith Brotherhood. No one had suspected it, and no one had prepared for it.

Small dropships and transports streamed out of the capital ships, making landfall and dropping out the forces of the Brotherhood. Warriors from the Sith, Sacred Band of Ziost, and Mandalore opened fire on all that moved, showing no mercy. Meanwhile, turbolasers found their targets on the nearby skyscrapers, blasting chunks out of the finely crafted structures and sending chunks down to the streets below. The unthinkable had happened - Coruscant was under attack.

Resistance slowly began to form. Various armed civilians and police forces put up the first line of defense, holding a shaky line until reinforcements from the Army and the Republic allies came. This bloodbath would be one of many that would determine the fate of the Trade Hub of the Galaxy.

 

[Nox]

Chelin held up an alien fruit, inspecting it carefully. She wasn't sure if she wanted the fruit or not. She held the fruit up against the sun to see if she could see clearer. She spotted civilian ships flying abnormally quick. Hmmm, what is going on she wondered but not releasing her question was answered in a few moments. She looked back to where the merchant who proposed the fruit to her was, but he was not there anymore. She turned around and saw the merchant and a couple dozen people run in the opposite direction.

Now Chelin's mind was going nuts trying to figure out what was happening when she was interrupted by the sound a lightsaber igniting, she turned to her side and saw a Sith at the end of the corridor with a crimson lightsaber in his hand. Chelin tilted her head, clearly confused. She dropped the apple and reached into the pocket, dragged out the lightsaber and ignited it. The Sith was charging at her at an alarming rate. Chelin readied her lightsaber and crashed into his. The Sith looked into Chelin's brown eyes with his yellow demonic eyes, eating away at her soul. Chelin backed away, jumped back and landed safely on the ground.
The Sith stood still this time and looked at Chelin while grinning, he chuckled
"You know we will win, Jedi? It is no question about it"
"The Darkside is powerful, yes but not more than the light side!"
Chelin charged at the man with all her force, he blocked it and glanced her knee. She had to resist the pain. Chelin now standing on her knees, looked up at the Sith about to deal the finishing blow. Chelin used the last remaining stamina to block the attack, get up and kick the sith in the knee. Chelin raised her blade quickly and decapitated The Sith.
She sat down and grabbed the lightsaber, turned it off and put it in her pocket. She limped a little bit when she first started to walk. In the distance she saw a lot of people running from the streets, trying to escape this hell.

 

[Ranavik]

Rhoc slammed his hands on the counter of an ithorian vendor, his conversation with the other alien starting to get heated. To his side, also on the counter, was a pile of scavenged junk he was trying to pawn off - mostly an assortment of old, probably outdated computers he'd found someone throwing out. The two or three other customers in the small shop largely avoided the vendor and the other rowdy customer, almost humorously toeing about them as they browsed the tech store's wares, planned purchases in hand.

"Look here, hammerhead, I've got bills to pay and I know damn well how much this stuff is worth. So cut me the crap and give me what this stuff is really worth!"

The ithorian shopkeeper's deep voice held every bit of calm contempt it could whilst keeping his tone civil. His unwavering gaze kept locked on the hotheaded customer, arms were crossed as he calmly leaned back in his chair.

<"I said I'd sell this to you at a price no higher than 300 credits.">

"It's worth more than that! You're shucking at least 200 credits off of me." Rhoc persisted, gesticulating violently towards the pile of tech, almost smacking another customer in the face.

<"If you're unhappy with my price, you can haul your junk off and try to sell it to someone more stupid than I am.">

"Oh, for the love of-"

BOOM

A reverberating explosion from somewhere above suddenly shook the store, flickering the lights alarmingly and sending the ithorian toppling back. Rhoc almost instinctively ducked down and rolled behind a study plasteel shelf, already reaching for his R-8R rifle. He then blinked, his brain catching up with his actions. He was on Coruscant, not some gang-controlled outer-rim world. The nautolan quickly righted himself back to his feet and looked about sheepishly, expecting the other customers to be staring at him like he was crazy.

But they weren't.

Rather, their gazes were transfixed on the streets outside the store. All seemed to be frozen. There was a shift in the air, and Rhoc realized he could smell different degrees of fear, sheer horror, and even anger coming off of the customers. The silence was broken by a middle-aged woman, backing off slightly as a whimper escaped her throat.

<<"Oh gods... It's them. Why... How?">>

Rhoc turned his head to look past them. He saw a dropship land across the way, and deposit a platoon of troops. Red lightsabers came to life in some of the distant figures' hands, and they scattered throughout the buildings. Rhoc's eyes widened. No way...

The woman broke down, clutching her head and wailing. <<"HOW CAN THE SITH BE HERE ON CORUSCANT?">>

Rhoc stood speechless for a moment, in just as much shock as the rest of them. Then he realized, this place wouldn't be safe for long. His mind raced, and it was about now he wished his old leader Misai was still alive. She always knew how to come up with a solid plan, even in seconds. Barricade wouldn't work against lightsabers, and hiding wouldn't work against force-users. The only solution for the civilians would be to run. Maintain as much distance away from the immediate danger, whilst Coruscant's defenses mobilized.

"Everyone get the hell out of here! Shopkeeper, there a back door out of here?" Rhoc yelled, whirling his head around to look at the ithorian.

<"Y-yes, but is it really going to be safe?">

"Safer than the streets. Unlock it and let the customers through. Then lock it back again." The nautolan spoke, loading his R-8R with a power pack as he advanced towards the front door, and the streets slowly filling up with the dark side's army, and the beginnings of the Republic's resistance.

<"What of you? You're not seriously planning to fight, right?">

Rhoc paused. Was he really planning to fight? He sure as hell didn't have to. He wasn't military, or sworn to some cause to protect the innocent, or a Jedi, or any of that bullshit. He was just some guy. He glanced back at the shopkeeper, the woman crying, and the others caught up in this mess. He frowned, and turned to the door, yelling snappily.

"Dunno! Don't really care right now! Hurry your asses up!"

Then he exited the store, out into the warzone that was Coruscant just a few minutes ago.

 

[Karakon]

ABOVE THE STREETS OF CORUSCANT

A flaming Hammerhead Corvette streaked over the cityscape, a lone escape pod jetting off from it with a white streak of rocket exhaust from the simple rockets of the pod. On the streets below, people looked up to see the Hammerhead Class strike a large tower as it exploded, the tower tumbling down to the ground. The people on the streets began to run as parts of both the Corvette and the tower fell down on them. Sith Dropships were crushed by falling debris, and several escaping transports were caught in the large explosion. The escape pod veered away from the explosion, and began to loose altitude as it was hit by debris. The remains of an XS Freighter could also be seen tumbling from the sky, bits and pieces falling off it as it fell. The escape pod began to near the street, and crashed to the ground with a rather large thump, right behind a limping Jedi. A moment later, a rather happy looking Architect droid, Karakon, burst out a hatch on the top, gear in tow.

(@Nox )

 

[Soverin]

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An emergency broadcast tore through the uproar of battle engulfing the planet,

"Citizens of Coruscant. This is Rosh Stratakar, of the Grand Army of the Republic... For long we have forgotten the distant threat of the Sith. Monsters lingering on the edge of the galaxy, memories of a darker day. Today they have returned to take Coruscant, the jewel of our beautiful Republic. For all civilians we will be issuing a full evacuation alert, to the soldiers of the Grand Army who valiantly fight to defend, I salute you, and rally you to destroy those that would dare try and take our home.

For there to be peace, we must fight. I see that now. We should not be victims for choosing peace! We should not be bystanders, forced to watch our city crumble idly because we have chosen the path of freedom and democracy! We are the Republic! We are not defeated at the loss of an establishment or a fight, for hope is an ideal that cannot be bombarded. Hope is what makes this Republic strong, and it is something that they will never be able to feel. It is what drives mere men and women to become heroes, and fight for something beyond the spoils of war -- for an end!

Fight! Fight and show them that the path to peace has not made us weak. We will tear them from the sky and welcome them on the ground with blaster in-hand, because while they foolishly fight for nothing -- we are fighting for everything. I go now to the Capital, to extend a proper welcome to these intruders. Long live the Republic!"

 

[Nox]

Chelin spotted a tower collapsing. Poor souls that become trapped under there, moments later an escape pod landed beside her and out came a droid. A droid? Of all things....a droid??? Chelin was confused but focused on her task, get out of here. "No need to talk, we need to get out of here as fast as we can" nodding to the droid. Chelin's knee was now a little better, at least enough to properly walk but not quite run. The Jedi and the droid walked out to the street. Chelin was about to head where the crowd is heading, but she stopped when she spotted a person, a quite interesting one to say the least. He seems to have saved someone, maybe we should help him too, she thought. The droid was quiet but still followed Chelin, possibly hoping to get out alive as well. Chelin walked over to the Nautolan
"You wanna help me help you get out of here alive?" She asked him. But she was interrupted by a broadcasting as it echoed through the city.

(@Karakon, @Ranavik)

 

[Karakon]

CORUSCANT

The Architect droid finally spoke up.

"So... You want to go the right way? The spaceport is in the other direction."

Karakon removed a stolen Sacred Band blaster pistol from his utility belt, the sound of it barely heard over the chaos around them. In the distance, the sounds of Blasters could be hear moving closer, and several Republic troopers came out from behind a building, persued by several Sacred Band troops, each firing at the other. As a Republic trooper fell to the ground, shot by a blaster in the torso, the other 4 troopers took cover behind a group of cargo crates. Karakon lifted a blaster Rifle, and neatly fired it at one of the Sacred Band Troops, striking them in the neck several times. An instant later a shootout had begun, with Karakon dancing in and out of blaster fire as he fired accurate shots back, and the Republic troops began to fire at a landing Sith Dropship.

 

[Ranavik]

Rhoc had barely made it out of the shop before a Jedi accompanied by a droid approached him. Normally he'd be more inclined to keep to his own, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation, and he reckoned a Jedi would know how to pick their companions well, anyway.

"You wanna help me help you get out of here alive?"

She asked him. He nodded briskly in reply, as an overwhelmingly loud broadcast carried through the air of the rubble-filled streets. It was about time one of the officials finished their afternoon wank and realized what was going on.

More fighting poured in towards them. A small squad of Republic troops were being pushed back by the oppressive blaster fire from a handful of the Sacred Band of Ziost. The droid took the initiative here, diving right into the firefight. Rhoc, meanwhile gripped his R-8R and charged right forward, towards the cover of a line of decorative fountains commemorating something-or-another.

He planned to take his stand here, in closer range. The muzzle of his heavy blaster rifle peeked past the fountain, and Rhoc's leaned past briefly to get a good idea of the enemy's positioning. One heavily-armoured member of the sacred band was up front, just pausing to reload his rifle. The nautolan took that opening, shooting a round of fire into the man's center mass. He saw him lurch as one - or maybe more - bolts punched through. Satisfied with picking one off, he withdrew, just in time to avoid having his jaw blown off by retaliatory blaster fire.

 

[Versok]

Chaos,chaos and blood, destruction everywhere,what a wonderful sight,at least from the point of view of a psychotic jawa sith named Wigee,the little sith inquisitor would arrive on the street,she would wear a purple jawa robe and a mask made with an human skull and decorated,she didnt usually use that mask,but this wath a special occasion, no stealth, just bloodbaths.

The jawa walked right forward to the people fleeing,being the first to enter in combat,while the rest of his allies killed fast,she liked to spend her time torturing them,anyway,she couldn't really do that much,if she spend too much time killing one,she would miss many other potential victims.

The jawa would now focus on other targets,she saw a jedi running away,it was a good time to kill a jedi,indeed,the little jawa would run to the jedi fleeing,letting out a laugh,a loud,high pitched,psycotic laugh,this was fun for her,so...Much...FUN

"Get back here little girl,the fun has just begun"

She knew she didnt probably understand her,not everyone could understand the jawa language,but the message was sent,a crazy jawa was coming for them,for her,the droid and the other man

 

[Karakon]

CORUSCANT - THE STREETS

As a response to the stranger, Karakon began to speak over the firing of his blaster, his optics still firmly dedicated to targeting his enemies.

"Well, I don't suppose-"

He paused as he tossed a thermal detonator at the new Jawa, who was clearly on the Sith's side.

"-you know the way to a ship, do ya?"

Karakon, his memory banks helping to make him fluent in over 6 million forms of communication, understood the Jawa perfectly. Just the simple statement that it made solidified in Karakon's digital mind, that this must be a Sith. AS he was firmly against the Sith for, well, being jerks, he switched his blaster to automatic mode and began to fire in the Jawa's direction, taking down two Sacred Band Troopers in the process. The Landing Sacred Band dropship was struck by a rocket, the Republic troops fighting back with anti-space craft weaponry. The Dropship, loosing its front repulsors, quickly began to tumble, plowing into the ground and carving a path of destruction into a nearby shop, where it stood on its front for a moment, and then exploded. Karakon ducked to avoid the flaming debris, and fired his blaster again. A civilian transport flew by overhead, perused by several Sith fighters, an engine exploding on the transport as it rolled out of the sky, and towards the battle field below.

OOC: MICHAEL BAY MODE ACTIVATED

 

[Nox]

The man agreed to be helped, of course, that was logical. Out of nowhere, troopers showed up, the different characters fought the troopers, each with their own strategy and style. Chelin whipped up her lightsaber. The gentle hum was soothing but also destructive in nature. She reflected a couple shots and hit the troopers. About halfway through the battle, a small Jawa appeared. Chelin thought it was harmless but she felt it was special. Chelin continuing to reflect blaster shots. In the skies above thousands of lives were lost, ships crashed down into the ground, shaking the earth they stood on.

 

[Versok]

The jawa kept running to the enemies of the sith till a thermal detonator got in her way,but it was not a big deal,the jawa called out to the force to help her to avoid blowing up into pieces,with the force on her side,she chsnged the direction of the thermal detonator,making it land into a close quarters fight between a few troopers from both factions,killing them,after that,the jawa would continue advancing forward,with now her lightsaber on her hand,reflecting the shots from the droid on another few troopers from the republic without stopping moving forward,the distance between them was shorter every step

 

[Karakon]

THE CHAOTIC STREETS OF CORUSCANT

Krakon glanced over at the now revealed Jedi, optics widening somewhat in surprise. Karakon gave a quick request.

"That Sith-"

Karakon dodged a blaster bolt.

"-Please kill it, Jedi."

Karakon continued to fire at the advancing Sith, throwing blaster fire down the street, aiming for different places with each bolt, his blaster still on automatic mode. No organic could preform what he was doing right now, the precision and control was simply too much. Karakon changed his fire to a Sitch Fighter passing overhead, firing a single bolt on maximum power into the cockpit. The fighter immidiently began to spiral down, the pilot dead, falling towards the Sith on the ground.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Coruscant was the crown jewel of the Republic, a haven of culture, technology and civilization. The capital was on Chandrilla but Coruscant was the heart of the Republic. The heart was not as healthy as it seemed. Beneath the sheen of wealth, a layer of grime hid. Coruscant was filled with war refugees who had lost everything but their lives. The refugees had no medical care, housing or employment. They were flotsam the Republic paid little heed. They needed help or someone, anyone, to care.

Jedi Knight Valen Pelora kneeled beside an elderly Bothan. His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed as his hands rested on the Bothan’s chest. The Force pulsed through him. The Lightside cleared his vision and showed him the very core of the sick being before him. He could feel every heartbeat, see every breath, and knew every pain. The elderly Bothan was dying. The body could only survive so much stress. Being forced from your home, watching family members die, and living in poverty was too much. The Bothan’s body had given in. There was no Force healing or medical science that could save the man. His life was over.

Valen let the Force recede, he stood and opened his eyes. Hopefully faces stared back at him. He steeled his heart for what was to come.

“I am sorry, there is nothing I or anyone can do for your father. The Force is calling him home.” Cries broke out as family members sagged into each other’s arms. He offered his condolences and left the family in privacy. Valen had brought his students to Coruscant’s refugee camp to help them understand what it meant to be a Jedi. To help them learn being a Jedi was more than wielding a Lightsaber. Irxirola and Sigal challenged him in ways he could have never have imagined, but he was deeply enjoying guiding them on the right path. He knew they didn’t always understand, or appreciate, his methods but one day they would make the Jedi proud. He walked among the ramshackle tents looking for his two young trainees. He reached out in the Force to call them.

Valen fell to his knees. The Force screamed inside of his mind. Darkness clawed at him. His breathing was rapid, his chest tight, the Force was ripped asunder. Death. The Darkside. Sith. As he stumbled to his feet he heard sirens blaring. This wasn’t possible. They were in the core worlds, the very heart of the Republic. This wasn’t possible. He reached into his pocket and pulled his out his datapad, the message across the screen confirmed what he already knew. Coruscant was under attack by the Sith.

He reached out in the Force calling for Sigal and Irxirola to rally to him. He couldn’t risk their lives, they needed to move. He knew he would have to fight. He knew he would have to take lives. He was hoping to spare them the worst of it. His lightsaber sprang to life in his hand, snap-hiss. Emerald green glow lit the street around him. His heart was racing as he watched ships descend from the sky, Sith descend from the sky.

@Irxirola Mishka @Esther Nyx

 

[Pam0wl]

Sigal looked out at the sea of refugees. There was simply no end to them. More just flooded the streets, searching for aid and shelter. They looked to Sigal and the other Jedi offering help like they were holy messiahs come to deliver them. Yet there was only so much they could do; it frustrated Sigal to no end. Though she possessed some healing ability, it was not enough to save those in critical need. For once, Sigal felt powerless and it left an acidic taste in her mouth.
Over the duration of their service on the streets, an uncomfortable sensation had formed in the pit of Sigal's stomach. It flared every time she heard a child's cry or a loved one's mournful wail. Life simply slipped away everywhere she looked; she could feel it through the force. it was like grains of sand slipping through her fingers. She fought viciously to stamp out the insufferable ache. Keeping her constant detachment from the horrors she had witnessed was the only way to stay sane.
Yet it was as her master said, Give nothing...heal nothing... Sigal's healing was only as effective as she could will it. And with everyday passing, she was slowly losing that will. Despite her time with the Jedi, she had actually seen little battle, and even less of the aftermath. She just simply wasn't used to it, the overwhelming, crushing anguish of the mulitutde of people. She felt like she was drown, suffering their pain.

She distanced herself further from it all, pushing away the sensations. It was becoming too much to bare. Why make me see this, Master? She thought miserably. Why are we really here?

When Valen had announced they would be helping the refugees on Coruscant, she had been reluctant -if not had straight out refused-. She saw no point in helping the doomed and unfortunate, she had the gall to even argue it was the galaxy's natural way of rooting out the populace. Her opinion was not well met (not that she cared). She had even been accused of being cold and heartless. She scoffed at the words. Just because I don't blink at the evil in the galaxy doesn't mean I blind to it...I just don't want to look at it. It's ugly. And I can't stand ugly things...

Sigal sighed, feeling weary already. She was leading people to safety, trying to reunite families and treat those she could heal. She felt her teacher's call through the force, along with his anguish. She almost scoffed. Why? Why does he torment himself in this fruitless endeavour? Why must we shoulder this burden?

She was still coming to grips with Valen as her mentor. She was still trying to figure out the puzzle that was his usually composed mind. His need to heal the galaxy of its wounds was grudgingly admirable, but Sigal only saw it as a losing battle. Then there was Irxirola. A face she recognised from her days as a youngling. How serendipitous of the force to unite them once again under the same master. Despite his male gender, Sigal was actually rather fond of the red skinned twi'lek (to a certain degree at least). Not that she'd ever admit it to his face. If anything, she went out of her way to be spiteful to him, just so he didn't get the misleading impression she was going soft under Valen's tutelage. They had gone separate ways when they arrived at Coruscant, believing they could help more people if they divided and conquered. Sigal could still sense them nearby. She wondered how Irx was fairing.

But then Sigal sensed something else. That dreadful, sickening sensation crawling up her spine. The sirens in the distance confirmed it. She took off running immediately. Her speed was accelerated through the force as was the adrenaline pumping in her veins. At crowded checkpoints. she would skid to a stop, yelling at passing refugees to take cover. Her violet eyes looked to skies, her growing fears confirmed. Lightsaber in hand ready to activate, she dashed through the streets, hoping to reach Valen and Irx before it was too late. The last thing she wanted was to fight.

it was unthinkable; incomprehensible. Utter madness! Sith attacking the great city planet of Coruscant.

@Valen Pelora @Irxirola Mishka

 

[Ranavik]

Destruction and explosions, bloody everywhere.

Ships were being downed left and right, and the Jawa Sith was making quick work of the troops on both sides (granted, it was definitely the Republic side suffering the most from the destruction). It was difficult keeping a good approximation of the defensibility of one's position among the ever-shifting chaos of the battlefield, but their priority was clear...

"I agree with the droid, that Sith's got to go. Take her out, Jedi - we'll cover for you."

Rhoc yelled above the intermittent, loud, recoil-heavy blasts from his R-8R. He and damn near everyone on the Republic side with a blaster fired into the advancing ranks of sith troopers, but they couldn't cut them down fast enough... They wouldn't be able to hold their position very long, at this rate. Rhoc ducked back behind the degenerating cover of the fountain, reloading a fresh power pack into his blaster rifle. By the time he'd popped back up, the droid had switched focus to a fighter flying overhead. It soon succumbed to its' damage, and spiralled downwards.

The vehicle crashed into the sith formation. In a glorious display of the energy potential contained in modern ship fuel cells, the vehicle and its' surrounding area burst into searing flame and a blast of kinetic energy. Rhoc shut his eyes and raised his right arm, to shield his face of the small debris storm hurled outwards from the explosion. When he raised his head and opened his eyes again, there was little to speak of the army, beyond the mangled fusion of blackened metal, synthetic armour, and flesh. Any survivors of the impact likely wouldn't be getting up very soon.

"Good thinking!" The nautolan yelled, giving the architect droid a thumbs-up before turning his attention back to the task at hand.

They had to get that Sith out of the picture if they wanted to get the hell out of here. Rhoc moved away from the cover of the fountain and scanned the area. The place was uncomfortably open, with little cover to speak of beyond the blackened, crumbling fountain he had just been squatting behind, a few benches, and a few meager rows of despairingly-young trees.

The jawa was still advancing towards them, though she seemed most focused on the Jedi in their company. Perhaps that could be exploited to grant the Jedi an opening. He gave a signal to the shoestring quantity of able-bodied Republic soldiers remaining; focus on her. Rhoc then sprinted off to the side, vaulting over one of the benches, towards the row of trees. He angled his advance, aiming to flank the sith whilst keeping far out of the range of her lightsaber. He looked down the sights of the rifle, firing a burst of blaster bolts at the jawa.

@Nox @Karakon @Versok

 

[Sreeya]

She didn’t care that she had once been the poster child for GAR, the face of hope and the biggest herald of a new dawn for GAR. She didn’t care that she turned her back on it all to favor her Mandalorian roots. She didn’t care that others could recognize her and find themselves confused as to her allegiance. All Talia Al’Saif cared for at that moment was the massive amount of civilians trapped amidst a war torn nightmare they had unwillingly walked into. These were mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and innocents that hadn’t fought a day in their lives. These were the people Talia fought for. She fought so they didn’t have to.

“SINGLE FILE! SINGLE FILE!”

Talia had managed to use the chaotic nature of the situation to get in touch with her old Republic contacts to obtain a large bulk freighter. She had asked for more but was denied by all but one individual. She would take what she could get and had landed the freighter in a landing bay closest to the commotion. Talia and other off the street volunteers were working to get refugees onboard to take them out of the area safely. She was adorned in full armor, XPC in her arms as she paced back and forth.

“Kriff,” She glanced up as SBZ soldiers made their way towards the large crowd that had gathered before the ship. Talia whizzed up into the air with her jetpack and peppered the soldiers with bolts, closing the distance and landing closer to the group of soldiers there. She acted as a shield between the SBZ and the civilians, lobbing a primed grenade between them to send them flying. Talia topped off the grenade with a spray of bolts from her gun. She quickly commed another volunteer in the area, “How’s the evac going? We need to get word out. See if you can get another freighter. Kriffing hijack one if you have to! We have to get these people out!”

Talia cursed under her breath as she reloaded and fired again, bouncing back as a blaster bolt hit her shoulder plate. She could only take a few more grazes before her armor began to weaken. With the fray it was difficult to tell friend from enemy. There was a dull ache from the realization that Mandalorians were involved in the attack after Prudii had promised to stop doing the Sith’s bidding. After this fiasco, she vowed to go after the self-proclaimed Mandalore herself and end his camaraderie with the Sith for good.

Talia fought through the SBZ soldiers and came to a pause when she neutralized the immediate threat. She sighed in relief, preparing to return to the evac. As she turned around, she heard a tell-tale hum, one that made her blood run cold. It was the hum of a lightsaber being ignited. Talia slowly turned around to face a hooded man with a red saber ignited. He invoked within her tumultuous and painful memories from years past. He reminded her of the incident on Mandalore where many of her brethren were destroyed by the Sith. She thought back to how much she despised everything these beings stood for.

Before she could reflect too far, the man was on the move, lashing out with his saber. Talia had no time to do anything with her gun, quickly snapping up her collapsible vibrosword to meet the incoming blade. The two blades buzzed angrily, but Talia didn’t intend to stay there for too long. Pressing off the attack, she whirled around to slam into the Sith’s side. Unfortunately, the Sith was no amateur and spun with her, blasting her square in the chest with the Force.

Talia growled out in frustration as an all too familiar sensation took over her and she bodily sailed back from the Sith. The man prepared another attack, but Talia activated her boots to rapidly close the distance and press her attack. All the while, she grew more and more nervous that the civilians were being ignored. In between exchanging blows with the Sith, she shouted into her comms, “Status?!?! Evac status?! Any threats in th-Shit!” She ducked as a lightsaber swung above her head. Talia knew this man wouldn't go down easy.

 

[Kori Buor]

The day began with a boom. For the Wanderer, the first signs that something was amiss was the massive tremors sent through the high-rise he had been staying in for the night; he had arrived the previous day because a recently made friend had suggested he go there and visit one of the prominent medical centers about his memory problem. Asterion didn't have much hope, but he figured it might be a chance, even if they could only tell him a little about who he was. Unfortunately, those plans were quickly put on hold the moment the man's eyes shot open and he looked around noticing something wasn't right. The sound of blaster fire filled his ears. It was distant, but clearly it wasn't just a single blaster being fired but many. Dozens, perhaps hundreds of weapons were being discharged some ways away from him. That got his attention.

Shooting out of bed, the man rushed to a nearby window in nothing but his skivvies and looked out. What he saw was something he would have never expected to see in a thousand years. Coruscant was under siege. Ships of all makes and models filled the skies, not just civilian, in fact, they were mostly military. Any civilian ship Asterion could see was being shot down by the attackers. "Who would do this?" He asked himself, an answer came only seconds later as a dropship dumped a load of armored men and others in robes. Their crimson blades gave them away. "Sith," he spat. Asterion had no qualms with the Brotherhood, but he would not stand idly by while thousands of innocent civilians were massacred on the streets.

Grabbing his gear, Asterion threw on his armor, barely having time to check to make sure all of his plates were secured to his suit before donning his helmet and heading out. With his particle rifle slung across his back, custom sword on his hip, the Mandalorian would pull out his XPC and shoulder it as he practically sprinted through the crowds of terrified civilians to where the lifts were. Taking it down to where he could get to the fight, Asterion nearly burst out of the turbolift like a caged Nexu when the doors opened. Rushing outside he saw a Hammerhead corvette slam into a tower causing the top to sheer off and fall away spewing an unimaginable amount of dust and debris.

With his XPC set up against his shoulder, he found himself flanking a pair of crimson lightsaber-wielding humanoids in their stereotypical black robes and armor about to strike down a cornered family. "Not today, scum." He growled as he pulled the trigger and fired a three round burst into the back of one, before rapidly shifting targets and firing another burst. Each one went down as the particle bolts slammed into their defenseless backs. The whole plaza seemed to be in a cacophony. Asterion saw Jedi, a droid, even a Jawa Sith in one part of it. Looking up, that's when he saw what he recognized to be Mandalorian ships. "What in the kriffing hell?"

The man did not have have much time as the noise of another lightsaber activating drew his attention to another Sith who had just drawn on an already-engaged armor figure (@Sreeya). "Look out!" He shouted, firing behind the figure. The Sith was caught by surprise, turning just as the particle bolts flew towards him. He tried to deflect the first one, only to find the bolt exploding against his blade causing it to fly out of his hand whilst the next to impacted into his chest. With a gasp of shock, the Sith fell to the ground and died. Looking to the armored figure, it appeared as though whoever they were seemed to be having a difficult enough of a time with the Sith they were already engaged with. Not wanting to hit the armored person, Asterion drew his vibrosword, thumbing the power button as it began humming to life as he slowly approached the Sith, not wanting to get impaled by a lightsaber or cause a sudden issue for the armored figure either. Even if he distracted the Sith his presence for the other he was engaged with to strike a decisive blow; it would be good enough for him.

 

[Branok]

The Consul Star Yacht The Consular was just coming out of hyperspace. The pilot alerted the Jedi that were on board about their arrival to Coruscant space. "We will be landing soon on landing pad Bravo, from their a shuttle will take you to your destination." The pilot said over the intercom. Brynd'an stood their in his Jedi attire looking at the two Jedi Knights that were going with him on this diplomatic mission to Coruscant. They planned on meeting with a senator, but for the life of him Brynd'an couldn't remember his name.

As the ship finished the jump the yacht jerked to the right hard sending the Jedi to the ground. Brynd'an felt a strange presence in his gut. "Something is very wrong." Brynd'an said as he rushed towards the cockpit. "What is going on...." He started before he could finish. He saw the warships orbiting Coruscant. The pilot started to make maneuvers to avoid fighters as they approached. It seemed as though every ship that was leaving and arriving was being targeted by the Sith Brotherhood.

"Pilot you need to get this ship on the ground. FAST!" He said as he pointed toward the planet. The yacht made its way toward the planets surface but was quickly picked up by two Sith fighters. The fighters followed the yacht as it entered the planets atmosphere the city skyline appearing before their eyes. "I have a bad feeling about this." Brynd'an said as he ran to the back of the ship to alert the others to the situation. The sound of lasers catching the metal of the ship echoed through the cabin. "Everyone we should meditate." Said one of the Jedi as he took his position. Brynd'an being a more hands on type of person started to gather supplies as they made their way to the ground.

The ship swayed in-between the towering structures. A final blast hit the ships engines, Brynd'an felt the ship hit something hard and felt the ship hurdling toward the ground. Brynd'an closed his eyes and reached to the Force in a hopes that it will protect him. Everything went dark as one final loud crash rang in his ears.

Brynd'an covered in dirt, grime and blood came too his hair out of its pony tail. He sat up his ears still ringing from the crash. The ship was split in two with some bodies from the security detail laying about. Brynd'an saw another Jedi laying dead in the crash but no sign of the other two that accompanied him to the planet. He gathered himself raising to his feet but before falling back to his knees. He once again gathered himself and he stood up and scanned the area. "I need to find a central command. Need to find out what the hell is going on." He said as he dropped his right and to his side and using the Force he pulled his lightsaber to him he continued down the streets of Coruscant trying to sense which way the Force will lead him.

 

[Karakon]

CORUSCANT - THE BATTLE

With the Sith Jawa now getting much closer, Karakon decided it was time to change strategies. He withdrew another blaster from his bag, this time a Republic one, and began to fire both his Blasters on automatic mode at the approaching Sith. Karakon moved out of the way of a blast from a Sacred Band trooper coming out of a Dropship behind the Sith. A man in dark robes appeared to Karakon's left, and withdrew a Red bladed light saber. Karakon moved one of his Blasters, still on automatic, to the new enemy, his light saber in front of him.

"I AM -"

The new Sith was shot in the head by a Republic sniper, his body slumping to the ground lifeless, being bombarded by Karakon's blaster bolts still for a moment. Karakon, realizing the Sith was dead, quickly switched his fire back to the bigger threat.