Battle of Coruscant: The Streets

[Nox]

That creature..That being...It was something else...Chelin wasn't even sure if it was alive or just plain dead. Chelin took a step back watching the small Jawa get closer and closer. Chelin looked around and prayed inside her "This has to work, if not we're all doomed" She began running towards the sith with her lightsaber ready to hit the creature. Chelin attempted a hit to the sith's shoulder

 

[Irxirola Mishka]

Coruscant.

The beautiful, thriving, massive city-planet of Coruscant was anything but, once delved into the underground. His mission with his Master, Valen, had taken him here, of course. This refugee camp, an actual camp, a city of tents on the ground, reeking of death and despair. The Lethan stood among the aftermath of war. Working on the frontlines was easy. He had done most of his Initiate training and work on the frontlines. Killing, fighting, all while remaining in contact with the Lightside of the Force. Now he stood, almost shell shocked. War had created this. War had created the infant laying on a cot in front of him.

The short time he had been training under his master had turned his whole perspective of this war around. He was always aware that there were indeed average, every day people that were affected by the war with the Sith. Calculated collateral damage. Unfortunate, but unavoidable. His attention came back to the child, no, the infant on the cot. All the signs of malnourishment were there. The fontanelle of the child was disturbingly sunken in, the Togruta's breaths came in short and shallow rasps. This was far beyond his abilities. How could he sit here and tell a weeping mother and a disturbingly stoic father that he could do nothing for their daughter.

For the first time since he had lost his master, he wanted to cry. He couldn't, though. The adolescent refused to let the Jedi's reputation be tarnished by just himself. Old habits were hard to break, and his habit of crushing his feelings, so that he felt nothing, seemed almost impossible to break. Valen would be disappointed, but he assumed the Mirialan was preoccupied with his own patients, so he did. He destroyed all of the feelings of helplessness and despair. He wondered how Sigal was holding up. The admittedly attractive Hapan female was all cold, even towards Irxirola. While this held no sway over him, having grown up with her, in the same clan, he knew she meant well, even if she didn't show it.

She was a Jedi, after all. He, as compassionately as he could, informed the Togruta family of the fate of their child, his torment of emotion disappearing underneath his own iron will.

Then, it hit.

Pain, destruction, death, chaos. The all to familiar cacophony of war that he felt as a rift in the Force alerted the Lethan, and almost as soon as he felt it, he felt a familiar tendril of the Force reach out to him and touch him. It was his Master, calling him and Sigal to his position. He left the room, removing both of his lightsabers, hilts black as night, and curved to favor his own form. As he stepped out of the refugee camp, the darkness was here, as well, he moved among the refugees as a spectre, maneuvering through the crowd like the warrior he was. He stopped, as a dark figure stood in front of him, and then collapsed, face contorted into pain.

The Initiate was calm, even as he examined the wicked red blade belonging to the Iridonian male who had carved a path of destruction through the refugee camp. He ignited his own sabers, twin yellow blades, and issued a challenge to the Sith in front of him. A standard Makashi taunt, he brought his sabers up to face, and spun them once in a flourish to either side, and stepped forward. Seemingly at peace with his own inner darkness, he moved to engage the Sith in a wordless mesmerizing clash of sabers.

Even while fighting this one enemy, he reached out with the Force, mildly distracted while doing so, he found the more familiar aura of Sigal, and projected out his own aura, alerting her, and hopefully his master, of his current predicament. He caught and diverted an overhead strike, parrying, and attempted another slash, however he missed, and caught the backhand of an armored gauntlet, smashing into his face.

Now he lay on the ground, and rolled to the right, deactivating one saber, while swinging upwards and catching a glancing blow off the thigh of the Sith, only seemingly to enrage him more. Their eyes locked, yellow, compassionate, young eyes, staring into dark yellow irises, full of hate. Help. He sent out another message, this one a bit more urgent, as they engaged in combat again.

@Valen Pelora @Esther Nyx

 

[Valen Pelora]

He was too late. He always too late. Valen dashed through the crowds, shouting for refugees to take cover. Assault ships and landing craft appeared overhead, fighters flashed through the sky, and warning sirens blared. He could hear the roar of battle growing in the distance. The unmistakable sound of blaster fire drawing ever closer, it paled in comparison to the shadow that hung over Coruscant. The Force was black. He could feel the Darkside rushing over the planet. He could feel death gripping the Force, so much death. What could do they do in the face of so much death. Doubt and fear crept into his heart. He pushed it away, he could not falter. Sigal and Irx needed him. The refugees need them.

He could sense Sigal in the Force. She was afraid and quickly moving towards him. He knew Sigal had avoid battle for most of her time as a Jedi. He had hoped to keep her free from the war until she was ready. He had failed. He veered to the right, pouring the Force into his limbs. He ran faster and faster. He weaved in and out of fleeing Coruscanti. He was close to Sigal now, he could get to her then they would find Irx. He turned and he froze.

He sensed Irx now. The Force pulsed strongly in Valen’s student, he could feel the adrenaline, the slight tinge of fear. Irx was moments away from making a foolish decision. The young initiate was skilled with a lightsaber but fell prone to overestimating those skills. That mistake would get him killed. He reached out for Sigal, imploring her to follow him. Trying to press upon her mind the need to stay hidden, to not engaged until they were all together.

He rushed towards Irx. He could feel the young Jedi fighting, and losing. Like a red-hot iron Irx’s plea for help pierced his thoughts. Valen was close but not close enough. He pushed himself in the Force and jumped. He landed with a thud behind the Sith hammering the defenses of his young pupil. The refugees had thankfully mostly cleared the area. Valen could see only one of Irx’s yellow sabers activated. He had to act. Now.

He took one deep breath and pushed. The Force flowed from his outstretched hands and slammed into the Sith. The darksider had been solely focused on Irx, too focused to react to the blast. His target went spinning away as Valen motioned for the young Jedi to quickly join him. They needed to present a united front. His eyes locked on the Sith as he slowly stood, he could feel Sigal getting closer. He could feel other darkside force signatures diverging on them. Two other Sith appeared and he could feel more on the way. They needed to win, win quickly, and find a rallying point. First, they needed Sigal. He looked at Irx as the young Jedi neared him.

“Stay close.” Valen took another deep breath. He drank in the Lightside, as much as he could stand. He was not an expert duelist or a master tactician but he was strong in the Force. Stronger than the Sith they faced and he hoped strong enough to see them all to safety. He would not falter. He would not fail. He would protect them.

@Esther Nyx @Irxirola Mishka

 

[Soverin]

Dej'ani was gunned down in their descent, plucked from the sky by the keen eye of a sniper. Another auxiliary smashed onto a byway concealed by the profuse amount of smoke billowing in the air. Rosh and his four remaining agents activated their parachute cases, propelling cloudlike plumes of reflective material into the air, safely and slowly dropping them onto an elevated quadrant of the multi-tiered city. Where once there were sleek streets of chrome, their boots dug into blown through piles of durasteel and coarse metallic dust. Their eyes could barely reach beyond the powerful fog that glowed with the obscuring colours of neon signs.

They did armour and weapons check. Few of them were armed with more than a small blaster rifle. Rosh and his soldiers kept a low position, waiting a long moment before moving to make sure they weren't pursued by fighters. After deeming their descent clear the commander stuck his rifle up beside his cheek and started off. He was set on a trail of smoke coming from a nearby market plaza. They all witnessed one of the shuttles go down there, it was the closest point of collision that they could spot in the chaos. They'd need to recover their losses, and quick, to rejoin the main defense force.

No place was safe from the sound of impending destruction, the burning streets were the perfect cover for the soldiers to slip by. Upon reaching the market plaza, the squad posted up just outside the perimeter of the suspected shuttle crash. Rosh peeked around the corner, witnessing crimson blades... Two sith warriors rapidly closing in on the defensive line of their men as they rallied around their wounded. Rosh turned back, allowing himself mere seconds to think of a plan that would suffice before issuing it to his men; the commander threw about all manner of hand signals. He pointed his fingers this way and that, circling his hand in the air and clenched his fist tight, lifted fingers to represent numbers. The suddenness of his order would be confusing to mere men... But these were soldiers of the Republic.

After his flurry of commands the group broke off, taking their places for their plan to unfold. Rosh was no stranger to the power of force-wielders, as he caught glimpses of his men within the corner of his eye he knew the Sith's ability to reach out with the force and feel their presence could give them away.

But just as quickly as the plan was formulated, it was executed. Agents burst from their positions, two one each sith, to the surprise of the warriors. One sith was fallen when a decoy agent charged his front, giving time for the much closer agent assigned to the kill to apprehend and plunge his dagger into the sith's chest. The other sith found a blaster bolt put through his leg and saber-hand, and either agent made quick work hooking their blaster up under their chin, forcing the skin of their throat to redden and bloody from the force of being strangulated. The commander heard the gurgling attempts at gaining a breath as he stepped over toward the cornered security detachment.

"Callsign." The Chiss threw his blaster rifle to the receiving hands of one of the unarmed soldiers.

"Grey Elite, sir. You arrived just in time." A helmetless zabrak approached, tapping the captain's emblem on his armour against his knuckle.

"Glad we did, captain. Head count? How many of you are wounded?" Rosh gave another hand signal to the four men following him, issuing a full weapons check between them. The soldiers quickly went to work, entirely tuned out of the conversation.

"Eight here, four wounded, two can't fight." The captain turned and pointed at the two mentions, one poor soldier's arm was wiped clean from his body -- the other was impaled through the thigh on a slab of jutting metal.

They couldn't stay, they were just a fresh meal for the next Sith who would inevitably come. His eyes clicked between the wounded, then to the hull of the crashed ship they had formed a perimeter around. He noticed the blaster cannon standing at the edge of the ship's passenger bay, stuck into an upright position. "You weren't using that Z-4 to fend off the sith?"

"Jammed, commander. Jerked out of it's rotary axis when we hit the ground."

Rosh looked the soldier up and down, pulling forth one of the three throwing blades holstered behind his shoulder to give over to the shaken captain. "Retrieve it for me."

The captain was stunned for a few heartbeats, though they felt like precious wasting moments as the city around them burned.

"You heard him..." One of the wounded soldiers spoke up, voice failing. He clutched his missing arm and bravely fought against the pain. "Commander wants the cannon!" The last of his words fell on the thrum of low roars booming from a few soldiers. "Commander wants the cannon!" He shouted again, this time summoning a much greater chorus of cheers and shouts from the grimly fated band of brothers and sisters. They rose their blasters in the air and retrieved their own knives, hatchets, vibroblades -- and threw themselves over debris and rubble to wrench the blaster cannon from the broken ship's frame. Even the wounded stood, both of them, and stepped over...

Rosh looked into the eyes of the crippled young men, placing a hand at the back of one's neck. "You'll be a hero, my friend." At the peak of his words the soldiers returned, slamming the butt of the hefty blaster cannon down on the metallic floor near the commander's boot. His hand drifted over to wrap around the weapon's forward grip, hefting the weapon up with impressive strength.

"I'm going to the capital building to fight. To fight for another day of freedom... Will you stand with me?" The commander looked around at the soldiers, holding their weapons at the ready to move. Upon his inquiry each elicited little more than a bestial grunt, the two wounded soldiers finding rest leaning on their comrades.

"Lets move!" Rosh took off with blaster cannon in-hand, lumbering across the plaza into the deeper streets of the city.

 

[Pam0wl]

Sigal swore in all the languages she possessed; her heart pounded in her ears, forcing her body to keep moving at the unnatural rate it was going. She tried to keep the worst of her fear and anxiety hidden, knowing that through the rippling force, it would be seen like a flag to Valen and Irx, as well as their enemies.
Fear seized her heart for a moment, robbing her of breath. She had never even seen a sith before in flesh and blood. She had desperately tried to avoid heated battle and conflict, mostly for obvious reasons but also some not so obvious. But now she didn't have a choice and it infuriated her but now was not the time. She had better chances surviving this conflict if she regrouped with Valen and Irx; there were experienced Jedi out there in Coruscant, fighting back the enemy, let them deal with what would become an assured bloodbath.

Sigal just continued running, leaping over rubble and obstacles. Luckily, even in her heightened state of panic, she was perceptive. Keenly aware of her surroundings, she could sense the encroaching sith; immediately, she ducked for cover amongst the large debris, making herself small in demeanour and in the force. She was more than willing to hide in the face of danger; here, as she was, she was outnumbered and pitifully outmatched. But damn it, she was determined to live through this.

Dark presences rushed by, dashing passed her in an unnoticed haze; she could only assume the dark marauders were too engorged in their bloodlust to notice her small signature. They were young, keen and eager; it made the sith pair careless and overzealous. She waited for a moment, ensuring the immediate area was clear, before she began to flee the area once more. But she skidded to a stop, sensing the need to change direction.
She felt it, Valen's signal. Irx's call. She gritted her teeth and cursed the force; it lead her in the direction the sith had just ran to. She'd be following into the belly of the beast. She had no choice, what else could she do? She did only what her instincts told her to do...

She gave chase to the sith, keeping her distance and force signature hidden to the best of her ability. Valen and Irx had confronted the first sith, but the other two had arrived on the scene, like kath hounds drawn in by the stench of a carcass. If the other two sith closed in any quicker, Valen and Irx would be overrun. She needed to buy them time. Yet her grasp on the saber trembled; her Makashi style was only effective against singular opponents. It was would foolishly to engage them, reckless even. Common sense would have told her to run and never look back.

She knew what she had to do...

With a shaky breath, she activated her own sasber and lashed out through the force as her master had done. She sent one of the sith pair tumbling into nearby debris, stunning them for the moment, whilst Sigal engaged the counterpart caught offguard. "We can take them!" She yelled over the fury of blaster fire and war cries. She thought frantically, trying to think through the dangerous situation as rationally as she could, even though adrenaline and fear robbed her of reason. Her minded was screaming at her, you fool! Why are you doing this!? Why are you putting yourself in danger?! Perhaps the desperate side of her hoped that with their numbers, they could evenly tackle their opponents and hit them head on. Force them into a retreat, cover their own withdraw, Hoth! Even defeat the darksiders! For once Sigal put her faith in the force and her comrades (and she had never been so terrified). She hoped Irx would have enough strength -and sense- to take on the stunned sith -who was clawing their way out the rubble -. It was the safest bet whilst their enemies remained moderately separated. As for Valen and the most powerful of the sith trio...well, Sigal wouldn't admit it, never in million years, but silently...secretly...she had faith in her teacher. And through the force, she let him know that.

@Valen Pelora @Irxirola Mishka

 

[Branok]

Brand'an slowly made his way down the streets lightsaber in hand his clothes torn from the crash. Smoke rose from the skyline as the Sith Brotherhood tore the planet to pieces. "What did I get myself into..." He said aloud as he clamored around to find some allies in the fray. Brynd'an saw a stream of smoke coming from nearby. Perhaps allies that could aid or enemies that would hinder him. He took off his cloak and made his way forward toward the smoke.

He turned a corner hoping for a shortcut but to his unfortunate surprise he saw three Sith Soldiers torturing a denizen of Coruscant. Brynd'an being a very act first think later type of person yelled. "Leave that man alone you three. You cowards." As he slowly stood to fight. The three soldiers turned their attention to the half broken Jedi and raised their weapons. Three bolts of lasers flew towards him and he ignited his lightsaber and swung it from his side. The blue blade buzzing as it flew in front of his chest and caught a laser deflecting it into the ground.

He felt his body ache, "Not fully recovered just yet." He said softly as his lightsaber arm slowly lower. The soldiers charged him in an attempt to take him down. Brynd'an took a deep breath and reached deep inside of him. 'The Force will aide me. Protect me and give me strength.' He thought as his body felt lighter. The enemies approached him reaching out but as their arms neared his throat Brynd'an shot up with a burst of energy and brought his lightsaber from his side and caught the soldier directly in the arm severing it completely.

The other two backed off for a second raising their weapons and firing. Brynd'an dodged the two shots and lunged forward at the soldiers. He dropped low to the ground and made a sweeping motion with his left leg out catching one causing him to topple over to the ground. Brynd'an stood quickly and spun his lightsaber around where it was facing down on the soldier. "Die..." He muttered showing a bit of anger toward the Sith for what they have done. The blade entered the soldiers chest a scream was let out and silence.

The other soldier took off in a sprint away from the Jedi, however Brynd'an didn't like that so he reached out and grasped him with the Force yanking him back to him. The soldier was sitting down looking up at Brynd'an and he was about to execute the soldier when he felt a cold presence come over him. He heard his master speaking to him about control of ones feelings. Brynd'an sighed and said. "Your lucky day my boy." As he deactivated his lightsaber and struck him in the head rendering him unconscious.

The three lay down on the ground and Brynd'an made his way toward the smoke rising. He watched as it got closer until he felt a dark presence nearing as well. He saw the red blades of Sith approaching. Brynd'an thought about his odds. "Well I don't think this will end well." But as he said that he saw Republic troops take down the Sith. Brynd'an looked on in shock and awe as the maneuvers of this team were performed with expert precision. Watching with caution he neared them and saw several soldiers laying on the ground in pain and one soldier who was giving orders. The soldiers started moving away into the plaza but Brynd'an shouted aloud "Hey, Soldier wait up. Wait for me."

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The entire streets of coruscant were filled with the panicked, the fearful, and the desperate. Those who fought, fought. Those who could not, attempted to flee. And fear drifted upwards from the scenes as sacred band and republic forces, sith and jedi, clashed among civilians trying to flee. Such a scent it made, like blood in the water, or the smell of rotting meat upon the air, that it would attract the attention of someone who feed on such things.

In truth, she had been here for a while now. When the sith attacked, she had regrouped with them, and dawned her armor for this very special battle. Metal plates of titanium and dursteel glistened with the light as she began to walk out from one of the buildings she had chosen to stay in, the need for skulking in the shadows over. The knight of crows as she had once been known, named for her thustrian armor, stood in the middle of the street as chaos erupted around the worlds skies and buildings. Her blue eyes looked up tot he sky, the iris's surrounded by blackness as she breathed in the smell of destruction of this world.

For the sephi now known as The Vicar Tantibus, the force sang in a pleased and harmonious chior that she could swear was audible as she began to draw and seep within the dark side of the force, feeling its cold fingers tightening within her as she drew in power from the surrendering air itself.

She turned and began to walk towards the band of republic forces that had been giving her brethren trouble, and as she did so, her shadow began to grow, climbing around her and over anything it passed. It began to rise like a fog of darkness, as on the air one could swear they would hear chanting, barely audible, drifting on the wind. And illusion, but one she did not bother to hold back anymore as she had so many times in her life. For one who had partaken in the most forbidden of rituals, and come out of it bearing the mark of the darksides truest essence, the force illusion of a creeping darkness was a comfort to herself, more then it was a means of intimidation.

Civilians froze for a moment as they looked to the woman in full metal armor, the shadows dancing around her and the sound of an ethereal voice emanating from those shadows. It was then that she held out both her hands, revealing the objects that had been held within them, two lightsabers which blazed to life with a crimson blade as she spoke aloud.

"Raise the war cry, people of this world...you, who have lavished in ignorance, and reveled in weakness. Your leaders have ignored the tides of the force, and your allies have led you astray...Now you will feel the wrath of the force, as the floodgates of darkness shall sweep away your tainted planet from the galaxy..." Her voice was unnatural, echoing as it sent a chill through the spins of any hearing it, as if the voice were not just speaking aloud, but snaking its way into their heads, speaking from within them as well. "It will overflow all its channels, run over all its banks; and it will sweep on into the deepest levels of your cities, it will overflow and pass on, reaching even to the towering spires, and its outspread wings will fill the breadth of your land.”

They had begun to flee now as the Vicar continued to walk, her sabers humming and the darkness swirling around her feet as she spoke, "So raise the war cry, and be shattered. Prepare for battle, and be broken! Raise your banners, and see them torn asunder! Take counsel together, and it shall be brought to nought...Speak your words, and they shall not stand! For the force is with us, and we are one with the Force!"

With that she dashed forward, her sabers drawn as she closed the distance towards the fleeing crowd with the speed of a pouncing Nexu as she began to pick her targets. Each of her strikes with a simple stab or slash, aiming for the neck, the chest, the spin, the head. Despite her armor she kept pace with the crowd as if it were nothing at all, and with each movement of her arms, another person fell down on the ground, trampled by the others who were desperate to escape this doom.

 

[Rimrald]

Looking up from the small market district Wyr'ren was able to catch the mid-air collision of a Hammerhead cracking clean into the side of a shuttle seemingly intentional. His ears were quickly filled with the panic, fear and utter dismay that began the sacking of Coruscant; the market quickly in dismay people crashing into one another as the shuttles and fighters filled the air, Wyr'ren was quickly knocked aside by a large trandoshan; and from the ground he watched the lizard be lifted from his mad dash and a dark red sabre driven through his chest and quickly tossed aside with the force. A hulking robed figure and several others marched through the streets cutting down everything that moved.

Clamoring to his feet Wyr'ren dashed east down a corridor slamming a twi' against a wall before screeching to a halt as blaster bolts shrieked past him, diving behind a dumpster he drew his blaster and loaded the cell, racking the action and flipping it to automatic he peered out letting a hail of purple bolts fly at the thugs. Thinking to himself "Looks like Corsucant has a big problem, but I have a chance if I can just get to The Bank of Coruscant. Should be on one of the platforms in the financial district.. Only maybe ten minutes from here." Letting out a grunt he began down the alleyway pulling up a holo-com he whizzed through schematics as he weaved past terrified citizens running in the opposite direction, his holo-com buzzed as the open channel freq chirped

A frantic male voice came over the com
"Anyone.. anyone at all please someone help there's a handful of us in the bank, we got inside when a shuttle dropped some maniacs with those glow bats and they started cutting everyone to pieces. The staff locked the doors and we need someone with a way off this planet. PLEASE! HURRY! They'll be in soon!"
The freq cut off as the view was filled with a sabre cutting through the front door

As Wyr'ren rounded a final corner he knelt beside a tipped over speeder, pulling out a mono-binoc about seven store fronts down two red blade wielding figures finished cutting through the door and quickly cast it aside with the force. Then moved forwards for a moment before deflecting blaster bolts and slashing a handful of bank security droids, he sat patiently waiting for someone to arrive to dispatch the duo so he could make a run for the vault.

 

[Nox]

The Sith blocked the attack. She felt this one was powerful, she could not take it. The group slowly getting cornered by the attackers- Run. Behind them was a wall, tall but not tall enough for that Sith, it seemed. Chelin ran towards the wall, jumping over it with ease. On the other side was a similar place with people panicking, running, bleeding---dying... Their lives ruined, traumatised. Chelin trusted the group would follow, she quickly hid in an area she knew they would find her in.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

When all hell broke loose Jacen had been backing up a customs official clearing a recently unloaded bulk freighter. For the last six months Jacen had been in enemy territory, alone, and thought dead by the GAR. Since returning he had been on restricted duty until a fully physc eval could be completed. "There's nothing wrong with my ship. Hurry, up I've got a schedule to keep." Jacen sighed as the Freighter's Captain shouted at the Custom's Official. For the past three weeks Jacen had heard the same speech my hundreds of captains. Some where louder than others but they all pretty much said the same thing. Jacen wasn't sure how the Customs Officials could take the abuse day in and day out. Some of the Captains got physical and that's when he had to step in. It didn't look like this was going to be one of those times. The Captain was a good head shorter than the customs official and appeared to be a bit out of shape as well.

The inspection team was just coming out of the freighter when a flight of ships roared overhead. The shape of those ships were emprinted in Jacen's memory.... Brotherhood bombers. "Hit the deck!" Jacen shouted as he dove for the customs official and the freighter captain, knocking them both to the ground. The cold hard durasteel of the pad came up quickly to meet Jacen as he slammed into the ground as well. Seconds later a series of explosion rocked the landing pad. Jacen looked up to see massive damage around him. A fuel tank was on flames and a couple of the inspection crew were dead. From the landing pad's views Jacen could see there were explosions and fires springing up all over Coruscant. It was Toprawa all over again but on a much larger scale. If the Sith did to Coruscant what they did to his homeworld the lose of life would be beyond anything he could image. He had to do whatever he could to help those innocents caught in the crossfire and maybe take down a few of the Brotherhood in the process.

As Jacen quickly got up another whirring was heard overhead, closer this time. To his dismay he could see heavy troop transports and they were making the spaceport their destination. The spaceport lead out into a number of popular and crowded avenues and streets. This would be a massacre. Jacen turned and bolted for the door but stopped half way there when a transmission cracked over his comm. At first he thought it was order. Would he be called to duty in a time of crisis despite his restricted designation? “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!” It was a woman's voice and not his CO. Jacen turned and ran toward the bulk freighter. The little man who was the captain had just gotten up and was still visibly shaken. "I'm commandeering your freighter under my authority as a member of the Grand Army of the Republic," Jacen shouted as he ran past the captain, grabbed him, and up the ramp of his freighter. He wasn't actually sure he had the authority to take the ship but that didn't really matter.

"Sit there," Jacen ordered pointing to the pilot seat. "Get it up in the air and circle the spaceport until I tell you otherwise." He knew he could fly a freighter if he needed to, and he was certainly prepared to take the controls if evasive maneuvers were needed but it seemed better to keep it in control of someone who knew the ship best; for as long as possible. The ship had lifted off and began circling the port. Surprisingly they were half way around and no one had started shooting at them yet. Jacen found what he was looking for. "Land it there!" The Captain looked at Jacen as if to say "are you kriffing crazy." "Land it! Now!" Jacen ordered and the pilot complied. The freighter started to land and Jacen contacted the frequency that he had recieved the urgent call for help on. "This is Lieutenant Jacen Aust GAR. I've got an empty freighter coming in hot." With that the freighter landed with a thud.

The freighter landing had crushed a few SBZ soldiers who hadn't gotten out of the way quick enough. "Stay here until your ship is full of civilians. When its full leave whether I'm back or not," Jacen told the captain. The poor man merely nodded meekly. Jacen came barreling down the ramp fire shots at the enemy has he joined the fray. The scene Jacen crashed into was utter chaos. Another freighter sat nearby, innocents piling on, trampling those caught in the stampede. SBZ soldier and Sith were flooding onto the landing pad no end to them in sight. A few brave souls fought them off both on the pad and in the streets nearby. Jacen zeroed in on a woman in full armor clearly not on the side of the Sith. He figured it was the same who had sent the transmission.

Jacen dropped two more SBZ soldier until he was within shouting distance of the woman. He took cover behind a large durasteel crate and shot at anything shooting at him or with a red blade. Jacen risked a quick look back and was relieved to see the civilians and begun to board the freighter he brought. The freighter's captain who apparently was quite as timid as he appeared was doing his best to make sure they were boarded in an orderly and safe manner. All the defenders had to do was by these innocent people enough time to get away.

(@Sreeya )

 

[Karakon]

CORUSCANT - THE STREETS

Karakon turned his head to check on his Jedi companion. She wasn't their. The Jawa Sith in front of him had blocked every attack he had, and Karakon knew the Jedi was the only person in the area who could kill this insane Jawa. Karakon threw a thermal detonator at the approaching Jawa, setting it for a contact detonation. Karakon turned and ran, swiping a light saber right out of the dead hands of a fallen Sith, and throwing it into his pack. Running in the most likely way for his Jedi friend to go, he didn't bother to check if the other person, the scrap merchant, if they were behind him. After running down the street, he stopped at a small alleyway, where the Jedi from before was resting, just out of view of a random passerby. Karakon had only seen her because of her thermal signature.

 

[Versok]

Wigee would keep moving forward, she had to take care of that jedi,for the sake of...well...her amusement,also the sith brotherhood,of course,but she was not the only one interesting from the other faction,the droid and the Nautolan seemed very capable too,maybe they all could give her some amusement,or at least that is what se was thinking until the droid made a fighter crash and almost crush her,thankfully,being so small and so fast can help you avoid being crushed by crashing ships,but not the explosions that come from them,the jawa was sent away for the explosion,she didn´t get heavily wounded just because she managed to make a force barrier in time,but that move sure pissed her off,she standed up once again and started to run towards them,and saying something to the droid that probably just he understood

"As a sith,I want to destroy you,as a jawa,I want to capture you,erase your memory and sell you,but I think I need to do something between those two options,maybe dismantling you and then sell each piece individually could do the trick"She said,clearly pissed off,while advancing,but she stopped advancing when the droid,the nautolan and every single trooper that listened to him began to fire at the jawa, she began to deflect the bolts with the lightsaber using an ataru position,but even she wasn´t able to survive much time against that many weapons pointed at her,luckily,the brothers and sisters of the Sacred Band of Ziost regrouped and, taking advantage of the fact that many of the soldiers of the republic where aiming at the jawa,they began to shoot at them all,gaining even more advantage than before,they started to shoot at everyone,the troopers,the droid,the nautolan...you could see bolts traveling almost everywhere,but when the Jawa standed still,and it was because the jedi decided to attack Wigee,and the republic troopers wouldn´t risk to hit the jedi,neither the sith´s troopers would try to help the sith that just made a grenade kill many of them

The jedi woman (@Nox) decided to go for Wigee´s shoulder,a simple swing,the jawa would block it easily,positioning his lightsaber in an horizontal orientation stance,so it would collide perpendicularly with the jedi´s lightsaber,she decided to,instead of moving away and try to hit her,to let the lightsaber keep crashing,to look at the woman´s eyes,to look at her very soul,Wigee could sense fear,preocupation,inside her,and it was so amusing for her,the jawa started to laugh maniacally once more,it was just a game,a psychological game,Wigee wanted to make her feel fear before striking her down,and it was working,she ran away and jumped a wall,such a coward move,the jedi even left her new friends alone,but well...it would be easier to take those two without the jedi,and she could always chase her after turning the droid into scrap and the nautolan into a mass of blood and guts.

So,which one to take down first? She asked to herself,she wouldn´t take much time to think that,the droid threw a thermal detonator at her,the jawa pushed it back to the droid,but since it was setted into contact,the push just made it explode,the jawa fell on her ass to the ground,pushed by it,the detonator didn´t do much damage,the thermal detonator was not near enough when she pushed it,her robes were a bit calcinated,so was her mask,but nothing that could really damage her,but that detonator made enough time for the droid to escape too "Nautolan first,then"

The jawa approached the Nautolan,concentrating,calling to the force to submit to her,to help her to kill the man standing in front of her the jawa,concentrated,gestured with her hand,the nautolan began to levitate,he could feel that he was not able to breath at all,like if he was being choked by an invisible hand,the jawa didn´t let him go in the start,she would take her time to kill him,but she didn´t,why?Because the other two would escape,the jawa decided to let the nautolan live a bit more,but not without pain,of course,she slammed him to the wall using the force with all her might,the nautolan would actually break part of the wall,enough to be called an entrance to the other street,he would fall meters away,free of the Wigee´s invisible hand,for now,he would not be dead,neither unconscious,but the jawa was sure of something:that had to hurt like hell.So,once more,she started to walk towards him,maybe he could serve as a bait to make the other two come back,or he would find him,anyway,the sith gave the nautolan a tiny opportunity to escape,he really should use it

@Nox @Karakon @Ranavik

 

[Rimrald]

As the two sith emerged from the building they trotted off in the opposite direction seemingly attuned to something more important. Wyr'ren stood from behind the speeder packing his mono-noc into his cargo pocket and readied his weapon moving toward the bank, passing many dead his eyes darting from body to body trying to find any sign of life but there was none. Reaching the bank he stepped through the recently circular cut doorway stepping over the destroyed droids to find the destroyed lobby and closed vault, quickly pulling out his holo and tuning it to the open freq.

"Hey, uh you guys in the bank are you still alive?" He said looking around the inside of the small building
The frantic male voice from before replied "Oh thank the gods yes! Yes we're in the vault but you'll need the droids access code to get in"
"And where might that be? On one of the security clanks?" Wyr'ren began to search the droids
"Yes once you have it get us out of here!" The man said with some sense of relaxation coming through

Wyr'ren secured the scan-able device and swiped it against the card reader, the door began to whirl and whiz as it slowly creaked open. As the tumblers disengaged and the door rotated out of the way several frightened civilians shuffled forward and the one who'd been speaking smiled saying. "Well, you're not exactly what I was expecting... I figured republic soldiers or jedi." He said looking Wyr'ren over
"Yea well you're free, safe yadda yadda get out of this place if you can." Wyr'ren said pointing to where he saw two freighters land
Wyr'ren opened the holo-com onto an open freq and began speaking.
"Hey you guys up near the pad, Lieutenant Whats-ur-face you got room on those ships for like a handful more civies?" (@MasterTyvokka)

Wyr'ren moved past the civilians and began towards the center of the vault throwing his bag onto the small hovering platform and guided it to the center of the room picking up stacks of credits, golden and shiny. First shoving the pre-stacked and bundled credits into the attatched pouches, two fit snugly into each pouch making it an even six credit bars. Then he began removing deposit boxes and dumping them into the bag, a sizeable bag it was and after a handful of boxes it was about half full now being quite heavy he slung it on his back and headed for the freighters.

 

[Ranavik]

Rhoc only realized something was wrong when the droid threw his thermal detonator and ran for the bloody hills. He heard one of the Republic troops curse and issue an order, waving back towards the buildings.

<"Enemy reinforcements are inbound! We can't hold the line! Grab the wounded and fall back, men, fall back!">

Rhoc made to do the same whilst the Sith was still picking herself up off the ground, whirling on his heel. But for some reason the motion didn't seem to work as it normally did. What normally would have been a roughly 180-degree turn only made it to around 45 degrees before the very air around him seemed to condense into an oppressively dense substance. His body remained frozen mid-motion. The nautolan's eyes widened as he guessed what was behind the phenomenon.

(Music)​

Oh, f*ck.

He tried to flail his limbs as the mass of dense air lifted his body higher, though the effort proved more-or-less futile, his muscles barely managing to move an inch through the crushing grip instilled by the Sith's mind.

The Jawa advanced forward. Though her skull mask obscured her face, Rhoc could very well smell the acrid mixture of pure malice and giddy, sadistic amusement roiling off the tiny Sith. What felt like an invisible hand closed down on his throat, and suddenly he couldn't breathe.

Something about struggling his damndest to get a lungful of oxygen to no avail was what really got his primitive lizard brain in full panic mode. He thrashed, flailed, tried to move his hands to claw away at the invisible hand crushing his throat. He tried to fight, to escape, but the force merely constricted tighter and tighter.

I'm going to die here.

Holy f*ck, I'm really going to die here.

It got to the point of pain, and he started to feel as though the cartilage supporting his trachea might soon crumble. Then, mercifully, the torture ended. He was flung away into the closest building with incredible force, cratering the cement structure and feeling a distinct snap somewhere around his ribcage. The nautolan's body crumpled down to rest on the small patch of grass in front of the building, his head lolling forward as the massive shock of the impact momentarily dazed him.

Still, he had enough wits about him to know he had to get the hell out of there. For some reason, the Sith had decided not to kill him there and then. If he wanted to survive, he oughtn't count on that grace for too long. The nautolan clambered back to his feet, hissing as the pain in his chest flared, but thanking his stars he hadn't earned any injuries more serious than that.

As the Republic retreated the oncoming Sith-aligned armies, Rhoc made his way into the nearest alleyway.

If possible, he would regroup with the others, but he wouldn't hold his breath searching. There were only so many ships on Coruscant, and only a fraction of those could make it out of here. He jogged as lightly as possible through the ominously-shadowed alleys.

As he came to a corner, he found a speeder. It wasn't exactly abandoned. The rider was still on the vehicle, one cold hand clutching the steering handle, another with a blaster pistol hanging loosely in his grip. The body itself lolled slightly backwards, a blaster shot clean between the dead rider's eyes. The speeder itself still hummed underneath the corpse.

Rhoc closed his eyes a moment, before making to move the body off its' bike. He spoke to the dead man, his voice subdued.

"Sorry, pal... but I'm gonna have to borrow this."

 

[Sreeya]

“Kriffing hell!” Talia ducked and rolled as a streak of lightning shot out at her. It was becoming more and more clear this was no ordinary Sith. This man was one of rank, and it was just her luck to run into someone like this right away. It had been the one time she had wanted to do something other than engage, her sole focus being to evacuate.

Talia heard a few blaster bolts fire off behind her, spinning around while engaged in a blade lock to see someone drop. From the looks of it, someone had her back in all the fray, the thought hitting her briefly and with a streak of surprise. She couldn’t focus on that just yet, her attention honed in on the man that she secretly guessed to be a Sith Lord of sorts. Talia skidded back after a push and felt the Force begin to coil around her neck. Having dealt with Force users before, this didn’t immediately throw her into a panic. She remained calm and focused, her neck being compressed as she felt the pressure build up almost hard enough to begin snapping bone.

Meanwhile, her hand slowly raised to aim and focus, her eyes now watering from the pain. She fired off a shot from her gun, the bolt slamming into the man’s knee while he was distracted. He released her neck immediately with a grunt, only to be abruptly slashed from the side by the same man from earlier. Talia remained where she was, coughing and clutching at her bruised neck. Watery eyes glanced up to gaze at the man that had come to her aid, his blade digging into the Sith’s flesh. He blasted out with the Force to send the man flying back shortly before he succumbed to his injuries.

Before Talia had the chance to thank the man, she heard the sound of another ship landing nearby. Fearing it to be a Sith ship, she snapped around, preparing to fight again. To her surprise, a frequency came in to inform her that a GAR soldier had picked up her transmission and was offering aid. A thin smile spread beneath her helmet, watching as civilians began to funnel into the newly landed ship, “Much appreciated. This is Captain…er… former Captain Talia Al’Saif. All bullshit aside, see if you can get more freighters on ground. Too many people and hostiles here.” (@MasterTyvokka )Her name had once carried tremendous amount of weight within GAR and she had been on the war council directly, gaining fame after bringing down the Dark Lord of the Sith. She only hoped the man would recognize that part of her instead of her recent actions on Mandalore.

Talia focused her attention back on the chaos, glancing up to spot a new Sith that had entered the fray with twin sabers drawn. The armored woman was mowing through a crowd, eliciting curses from Talia at the sight of the chaos. The man she had fought earlier appeared to be tame by comparison. She shot a glance back at the man that had aided her earlier, pausing as if to say something. However, she changed her mind and darted towards the new threat.

“Over here, bitch!” (@Cainhurst Crow )Talia shouted loud enough to draw the woman’s attention. The moment the Sith turned to face her, Talia would fire a three round burst at her torso. This was simply an opener, as she activated her boots to skid and close the distance while swinging out with her vibrosword across the woman’s chest. Her left hand was free for now, XPC having dropped back on its sling. Her fingers were prepared to draw a weapon in the blink of an eye, her focus for now to engage the woman and take her attention off innocents.

@Kori Buor

 

[Soverin]

(click here for music)​

"Form up, we have to get to the capital!" One of the security soldiers in Rosh's formation turned and covered Brand'an as he ran to join them. "Jedi?"

The word sparked the attention of the Supreme Commander himself, who turned and gave the man a once-over mid stride. "Good. Keep us covered, jedi. Stay quiet."

The soldiers scurried like vermin between the cracks and crevices created by blast impact and lightsaber's path. The streets looked like a warzone. Any citizens that were still around were catching ear of the alarm sirens permeating out against the drum of explosions and crumbling skytowers. Rosh gripped his blaster-cannon loosely with one hand as he jogged along the streets. Two Security Enforcers took point, poking their ceremonial blasters out around corners and alleys, resorting to stealth over firepower to chart a path through the madness. Every so often they'd encounter a sith or sacred band of Ziost conscript carving mercilessly through waves of civilians. Reaction was quick and decisive, each soldier took a place and stuck to it, firing on the supreme commander's order to mow down the enemy forces in a preemptive strike. It was practically coup d'etat, each killshot clipping the invader in the head or center-chest, while the rest mulched them to ash as reassurance.

They cut through alleys to avoid the waves of fleeing citizens, as well as catch the sounds better as the bounced around the metallic halls of the ecumenopolis' districts."Sir... Its getting darker?" One of the soldiers halted the group as shadows slithered through the air around them. Rosh had barely even noticed, given his people's natural clarity in low light. The strands of inky black were unnatural, appearing like some strange gas to his attuned eyes.

"Lights on," each soldier reached up to flick on their visor helm's flashlight, banishing away the entrenching dark. They were in no hurry to take off, listening in on every echo of blaster fire. A rifle of successive shots jumped up at one side... The thunderous boom of a cannon blast just after, but hollow and weak, too distant to be a threat. Over Here Bitch!, came clearly enough, though. The commander turned his gaze down one metallic corridor with pods strewn about to grow small ecosystems. The soldiers filed through the garden center, emptying out into a larger plaza with a parked freighter loading it's hull with survivors.

The Commander lay one eye on the Sith priestess and was mortified, riding the edge of the enveloping shadows like something out of a nightmare. But he was not afraid. He didn't feel the cold sting of fear under his skin, but rage, manifesting like fire in his veins. He lugged up his blaster-cannon and pulled the trigger, whirring it's massive barrel -- "Weapons free!" Rosh screamed over the sound of the cannon unleashing it's belt-fed payload upon the dark priestess.

The Republic soldiers took to the defensive, eight well-and-able men sprinting over to join in forming a perimeter around the evacuating citizens. From their positions they lay layer-after-layer of cover fire, blotting out the orange glow of rising flames with seering hot crimson. Rosh continued to put down suppressive fire on sith forces, keeping the barrel of his blaster-cannon spinning as he picked out and decimated each poor invading soldier.

(@Branok @MasterTyvokka @Kori Buor @Sreeya @Cainhurst Crow)​

 

[Irxirola Mishka]

In the time it took for his master to show up by his side, the battle between the Sith and the Jedi had come to a stand still, with only one of his sabers ignited, he caught a blow meant to remove his head from his neck with his saber, and the Lethan held the yellow humming blade up over his head, as the Sith repeatedly smashed his saber against the Jedi's, attempting to overpower him with brute force. The Sith raised his blade one more time, going in for the kill, and with the wicked red blade over his head, about to end Irxirola's life, he dropped his guard, momentarily relishing the victory, and was smashed from his flank by Valen.

So his calls for help had been received. Thankfully. He thought to himself, calm, almost numb in the heat of battle. He ignited the saber in his right hand, so both of his twins were held up. "Stay close." He said, as two Sith appeared out of the darkness, red sabers ignited. "Where's Siggy?" He said, reaching out with the force, and he met her familiar aura, as she closed in behind the two Sith that had presented themselves to the Master and Apprentice duo, and with a mighty blast of the force, sent one of the Sith reeling. "Nice one, Sigal!" He called out over to her. He wiped the blood away from his upper lip that had coagulated there from the earlier gauntlet to the face he had received from the Sith. His nose was tender..and..probably broken.

Never one to shy away from battle because of his wounds, while Sigal attacked the Sith she hadn't sent sprawling with her Force push, all elegance and style, even if nervous, she held a good grasp of Makashi. He turned towards the Sith recovering from her blast, and gestured towards him with the saber in his left hand, while advancing. The darkness in him flared. "This one's mine." He snarled, with a spin of his sabers he opened up on the stunned Sith.

The Force surged through the young Twi'lek, adding power to his blows, sending his enemy reeling. High. Low. High. Center. His enemy lashed out at Irxirola, attempting to gain back some ground. Without thought, Irxirola side stepped the blow, rather than redirecting it, off balancing his enemy, in one quick move, he removed his enemy's hand at the wrist, sending the lightsaber, with the hand wrapped around it in a death grip falling to the ground and bouncing away. Cho mai. He spun his light saber, reverse gripping the blade, and stabbed his opponent through the chest. Shiak. He brought the blade he used to remove his opponents hand around his body, with a straight cutting motion, and without hesitation, removed the Rodian's head.

Sai cha.

He turned towards his peer, Sigal, and stepped forward, moving to assist her. She hated fighting, and despite knowing her for the greater part of ten years, he still couldn't place why. As the Lethan approached the other Sith, it seemed as if the Initiate had dispatched the weaker of the two, for as he joined Sigal, he switched off the saber in his non-dominant, right, hand, and placed it on it's belt, and switched to Makashi to compliment her own style of Makashi, each one of his attacks was deflected with ease, deflecting away the yellow saber multiple times after releasing a flurry on him, he stepped back, to stand at the side of Sigal, panting.

"Hey." He half spoke half breathed, greeting the Hapan. "Thanks for helping me out with the other thing." He said, while keeping his blade in front of him, never taking his eyes off the Sith, who's eyes burned with hate. "Figured you might appreciate a little..assistance." He let out a curse in his native tongue, as he parried a blow meant to pierce his Lekku. He had put a lid on his inner darkness, after slaying the Rodian Sith, and he felt the pain from his earlier duel start to catch up with him, his nose burning. "We need to start thinking of an exit route..Did you see anything on your way here?"

@Valen Pelora @Esther Nyx

 

[Rimrald]

Bounding towards the platform with the small group of civilians in tow Wyr'ren stopped short skidding to a halt as he opened his eyes wide seeing the small battle escalating into a full warzone. Republic soldiers and Jedi alike firing into the group of Sith and other assailants quickly ushering the civilians behind the friendly lines he joined the seemingly "friendly" forces as he watched the civilians board the freighter. Walking up and joining the skirmish line with a few blasts of his weapon he shouts out
"Where do you need me?"
(@Soverin @Sreeya @MasterTyvokka )

 

[Nox]

After Chelin had hidden in the alleyway the droid shortly followed by the droid. Chelin thought about a plan.... She looked to the droid
"Hey! Buckethead! Do you know where the platform is?? I bet we can steal a ship and get away as fast as possible"

 

[Branok]

The soldier who came to his aid said "Jedi?" Brynd'an nodded as he moved closer to the unit. The commander of the group without missing step turned his head slightly and spoke "Good. Keep us covered, jedi. Stay quiet." Brynd'an grasped his lightsaber hilt and followed to troop down back alleys to avoid large civilian groups retreating. Throughout the move they came across Sacred Band of Ziost and Sith alike but were easily dispatched. To avoid too many Sith arriving on their position Brynd'an asked for a blaster pistol to use instead of his lightsaber so as to not draw attention. Along with that he used his training in the Force to dim himself to only appear as a Force Sensitive and not someone trained in the Force, but he was unsure as to how long he could hold that trance.

The group finally made it to an evacuation point where civilians were retreating into a shuttle to make it off planet. "Things can only get worse." Brynd'an said to himself as he looked as the commander unloaded a large payload from the blaster cannon into enemy forces. Brynd'an stuck the blaster into his belt and started to the front of the perimeter where the Republic soldiers were defending their citizens to the last breath. Brynd'an released his suppressive nature needing every ounce of strength for what is to come. He readied his lightsaber and ignited it. He looked around and then sensed several bolts coming toward him and two of the soldiers to his left. He spun to the right quickly and raised his lightsaber and caught the bolts deflecting them into the horizon catching several Sacred Band of Ziost sending them into the ground.

"So, soldier." He started talking to the commander. "Whats the plan? Defend this position or are we moving somewhere specifically?" He asked wondering what the plan was. He still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, still shell shocked from the crash. Brynd'an caught the attention of a Sith approaching with his red lightsaber glowing in the smoke. The blade seemed to emanate terror as it approached Brynd'ans head with a means to split it. Brynd'an swung his lightsaber up to block and felt the full force hit and sent him to his knee. He dropped his left hand from the hilt of his lightsaber and stuck it out and pushed the Sith back with the aid of the Force, but after the Sith seemed to regain his balance Brynd'an digging deep into himself he reached out with the Force and grasped the Sith and pulled him back. The Sith's arms flailed behind him and Brynd'an stuck his lightsaber out and it connected with the Sith's torso.

He removed his blade from the Sith and turned his focus again to protecting the soldiers flank from blaster fire. After a few minutes Brynd'an felt his throat tighten and his breathing stop. Another Sith walked slowly to him with his lightsaber out and dragging on the floor. Brynd'an wasn't feeling one hundred percent and couldn't break free. He felt his head go light. He quickly gazed at the commander and closed his eyes hoping his message would get to him.

"Soldier, I need your help. Unload into this man and get him off of me. Your my only hope." Brynd'an said through the Force to the Commander, as his eyes felt heavy and his legs started to feel absent.

@Soverin